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Maple was a good person. Sure her tattoos and average grades in High School made it hard for her to find a job. Sure she listened to her music a wee bit too loud at home. And yea, she was the one who spray painted a police car when that woman on the news made the molestation accusations that turned out to be false...they never proved it was Maple who did that. She didn't exactly look like a mild mannered person. Maple had honey coloured straight hair, cut at her jaw line and straight, but often a bit messed up- she liked to shake it around. Her eyes were a soft olive, hidden behind her eyelids usually half closed to emphasize her lack of enthusiasm toward whatever she was made to do. She wore a black tshirt with a grey hoodie over it, left open with the hood down. Black slightly ripped leggings held up with garters under a navy blue skirt and dark gray running shoes that were starting to come apart but...were good enough.
She was a good person at heart though, and when she heard one of the castles nearby were being torn down, she raised hell. If you consider a lot of colourful language and a potato in your tailpipe hell. She was fresh out of High School, what else was she going to do about it? Not many other people seemed bothered by it. The region was dotted with ancient castles- so old that no one knew who owned them anymore, and likely no one from those bloodlines even still existed anyway. This one was protected as a historical site but the city decided it wasn't worth it anymore and was going to cave it in the following day to make room for more usable housing. Maple complained to them, she started with emails, then shouting in person. She even tried shouting on the radio and almost got kicked off because she kept accidentally swearing. It was a democracy though, and she seemed to be the only one who gave a damn about the old castle. Most people were afraid of it, saying it was a place were many people died during a time of plague eons past. Hundreds of people were held up in it trying to create a safe zone from a terrible plague in the area...they all starved to death inside before the plague cleared.
She stood at the corner of a street that night, waiting for her friend Mathew to show up. She stood just outside the pillar of light from a street lamp, leaned against a building with her headphones on-though her music turned loud enough to hear from outside anyway. You could only hear the echo of cars on other roads here and there, and the occasional cricket. It was cloudy so there was not even any moon or starlight.
Mathew half-jogged up to her, waving briefly to get her attention so she would pause her music. "Hey, what is this all about? I can't be out long, I got a volunteer thing I am going to tomorrow to get...y'know, work experience n shit."
"You know." He just stared at her blankly and shrugged after a second. "Ugh, the old Lockley Castle! They are going to rip it down tomorrow, we have to do something!"
"Oookay. Like what? Dig the castle up and replant it somewhere else? It is a freakin' castle, suger. We can't stop them from ripping it down. Well, maybe we could have before, but we didn't and we sure as fuck can't now, overnight."
"We could bar the door or something...well...actually, what I want to do is go in there and see if we can save anything that we can actually lift and carry."
"Uh...that place has been abandoned for eons...there isn't anything in it."
"What if I said I knew there was something in it? I know of a secret entrance inside the castle...I broke in before to take pics. I didn't fuck the place up or anything. Look, if we don't, anything that is in there, hidden or not gets plowed into the dirt. I am not doing it for money- that shit is really old, and it has to be important to someone."
Mathew put his hands up defensively. "Woah, ok suger, that is where I gotta draw the line. I can't be out long anyway, I am sure as hell not going into that haunted castle in the middle of the night, into some compartment no one but you knows about...the night before the entire place gets ripped down to boot!"
"Uugh, Math you really are boring."
"I'd rather be boring than dead, suger. See you online, I gotta go. For fuck's sake don't get yourself killed in there either."
While Mathew went along his way, Maple immediately started to head toward Castle Lockley. No one lived there, so anyone seen going toward it would be suspicious, so when she approached it Maple started to stick close to buildings and take back lanes to avoid being seen. Luckily to help her with that, the entrance she needed to go in was around back. The castle was on a bit of a hill so once she got far enough around, the ground broke any line of sight people would have on her. The castle itself almost looked like a void in space- dark to the point of just looking pure black till you got really close to it. The street lights were far from the house itself, and obviously none of the lights in the castle had power for eons, and all the lamp posts up the pathway had long since gone cold. The pathway and stairs up to the front door were practically unusable even if you wanted to go that way, so many plants tried to overcome it, and so many frosts and defrosts had occurred that the path was twisted and deformed, and the stairs were cracked and crumbling. You could tell where the courtyard had been shaped, but all the bushes and trees were wildly grown out of control from lack of maintenance. The grass at least was still short because the government had to come around and cut it every so often.
Maple was not easily frightened, but even she was unnerved this close to the castle. She knew nothing was there to get her, but that didn't stop her heart from tensing up. The back of the courtyard was a bit disturbing for anyone's standards, because there could be any number of small animals running around and you wouldn't know till it was too late. And she didn't feel like getting blasted by a skunk or jumped by an angry raccoon. The garden had been back here, and it was consumed by dead vines and branches now, making it very hard to navigate at all. But like most explorers knew- the hardest, least travelled paths are the ones with treasure at the end. Maple kept pausing every few steps, listening around her to make sure the sound she heard was the vines cracking under her footsteps and not a second set of footsteps- the echo against the huge stone structure did not help. She finally found the old cellar door she had already found ages ago, already re-covered by the vines. They were surprisingly hard to snap given how dead they were.
Once the old doors were open she was forced to take out her cell phone and tap her way to a white screen- using the phone as a light to navigate, because it was like a wall of blackness inside. There was no windows in the cellar so even what little ambient light existed in the night did not penetrate here. The stairs were wooden, half rotted and twisted from the ages, and creaky as hell. If someone was inside of the castle they would most likely know she was there immediately. At the bottom was an old pantry with cracked tile floors. It had been gutted of anything of value ages ago though, so only ancient shelves and counters were left. This was part of the castle proper- everyone knew this was here, but she knew part of the castle no one else did.
Her phone light lit up pillars of dust, disturbed from her slightest movement and Maple kept flinching from the sensation of spider webbing against her, and having to stop and pull it off. Even most of the webs except for right by the cellar door were dead and ancient, making a faint crackling sound as she broke the threads. They were filled with long dead insect remains, so very unpleasant to have on you even if the spiders that owned them were also long dead. The air was so dry and dusty it was difficult to breath, but through it all she found what she was looking for still. She could actually see where her hands cleared the dust the last time she was here, which was over two years ago now. There was a hand-hold in the tile floor, facing the back wall so very difficult to notice. The panel it was on was very sturdy and heavy, and once flipped over, revealed a stone stairwell still farther under the castle. This was not on any of the blueprints for the castle proper- she had no idea why it was here or what it was for, but she seen something horrific the last time she was here and left in a hurry. She knew it would still be there now, but if she didn't stick around everything here would be gone tomorrow- and fear or no, she couldn't let that come to pass.
The hallways down here were cramped, especially with several small tables on the sides with withered twigs sticking from faded vases- the remnants of flowers. The walls were lined with paintings, several with little more than empty frames and scratch marks where they were deliberately defaced. There was little dust down here and virtually no spider webs but the air was still very dry and old. If no one had been in the castle proper for a hundred years, then no one had been down here for several hundred. There was ornate lighting sconces every few feet, but all the material within burned out. One room was a study of sorts- its walls lined from floor to roof with bookshelves, all still filled with ancient books. There was several candle stick holders covered in wax from scholars long ago on tables draped in musty old white cloth. One room appeared to be an old lavatory. The next room on the left she could not tell what it was, because unlike the others this one had been gutted for the most part before it was abandoned. Across from that is an ancient bedchamber. A gigantic bed hidden under a translucent cloth canopy. Even the bed posts were extremely ornately etched wood. There was two full bookshelves in this room as well, and a huge vanity. With curtains on either side of it, there was also a colossal painting of bright mid-day outdoor scenery, as if it were meant as an imitation window.
The room she was most worried about though was her destination, she wanted to face the fear she left here the last time. The red and gold carpet down the hall became tattered here. That was not from age- but from high activity and careless feet. There was several small crucifix of silver, gold and one of wood laying at the sides of the hall. Broken bits of wax all over the floor from so many candles. The wood door frame was splintered badly and there was boards propped against the wall, from the room being boarded up and broken back into several times over. There was something painted on the damaged door as well but the paint had chipped off from age and whatever it was is illegible now. Holy men had marked this place as forsaken, trying to seal it away numerous times, and try to purify it. There was the old legends of people hiding in the castle to escape a plague, so maybe a plague victim had been quarantined in the room? Due to it all being a sub-basement did give it a very shelter-like feel to it. Either to keep the outside from finding it, or it from getting to the outside- this place was meant to be sealed and forgotten. Because it was damaged the door did not close properly at all, and it took only a light nudge from Maple to open it. The inside was very similar to the other bedroom, but in far worse condition.
The wall was blank where the huge painting had been, though the torn remnants of curtain spoke of it once having been there. The huge oval mirror of the vanity was shattered to bits, and the shards spread across half the floor. The clothing had been emptied from the drawers, and the drawers left hung open afterwards. The bookshelves were the only part of the room truly undisturbed. The canopy of the bed had been torn away, holy runes crudely carved into the bed posts. Maple's heart froze though as she stared at the bed, her body frozen for several moments trying to comprehend what she seen.
A woman lay on the bed with her arms at her side, and a large sword skewered through her chest and into the bed below. There was black stains around where it entered, trailing down the side of her blue and gold dress and pooling on the bed- looking like ancient blood. But how could it be? If it was an actual dead person they would have rotted away centuries ago! Hell, mice and other small rodents would have even gotten rid of any bones left behind, there would be nothing at all left of it. But it wasn't rotten- it wasn't even withered. She didn't even look dead! Maple reasoned that it must be a doll of life-size proportions, but as she got closer and the light of her phone passed over it, she seen it was far too realistic. For something this old? Not the greatest artisan in the world back then could create something like this. Maple coughed deliberately, then choked on a bit of the dust and coughed several more times for real, to see if it would react to the sound. There was of course no reaction, making Maple feel rather silly after. She reached out with shaking fingers and touched the woman lightly on the hand, pulling back in surprise. That was absolutely human flesh. There was no warmth to it, but that was a human body. How was it so flawlessly preserved though? Even the expression and position of the body looked calm, like she was merely sleeping and never dead at all. Maybe the castle had housed a mad taxidermist? Having a person so perfectly preserved would be quite upsetting to many people, which would then explain the defilement of the room and the sword through the body. But not the blood. If it was dead and taxidermized, how could it still bleed?
Against her better judgement, Maple grabbed the ornate handle of the sword and slowly slid it back out of the woman and bed. The sword itself looked to be very valuable- it was a shame it had been just left there. The tip had barely exited the wound before Maple jumped back in fear, dropping the sword entirely from the shock. The wound bled, a lot. Blood started to trail on either side, saturating the ancient bed and dripping to the floor through soaked sheets. The blood seemed to give off a very dim light, bathing the room in pale red.
The woman slowly moved, lifting herself into a sitting position as blood ran steadily out of her- now more blood than her body should even have been able to hold in the first place. She turned her head to Maple with a disgruntled look on her face.
Hazel's hair was to her lower back, and surrounded her pretty face with a mane of long loose ringlets of deep shimmering brown. Her eyes were a hauntingly beautiful pale grey. Her dress was a heavy and soft noble blue fabric with woven gold hem work. She looked to be a bit shorter than Maple but not by too much. Her breasts looked quite large but that was half in part of the tight bodice of her clothing drawing them up and together. Her skin was quite pale, and as Maple had already felt- lacked body heat. When she exhaled you could see her breath, even though Maple's was not visible at all. The hole where you could literally see straight through her entire torso was a bit distracting though. It was no longer bleeding much, but it did not seem to ever actually stop bleeding. Her beating heart was visible in the hole, it was beating very slowly. It was in her closer examination now, that Maple noticed something she could not see when Hazel was laying down. The light of Maple's phone didn't cast a shadow. Hazel had no shadow to cast.
With a disgruntled sigh, Hazel motioned to the floor, where Maple seen a perfect circle of salt around the bed. She had barely noticed it before, and it never occurred to her it would have any use here. Salt was used in purification because it drew in evil, drawing a perfect circle around a demon trapped it the centre- though if so much as a pencil-thick break appeared in the circle it would become almost entirely useless. It never occurred to Maple that a vampire would also be affected by it, generally they are not considered demons. Maple quickly broke the circle with the toe of her boot and Hazel immediately gasped for air as if someone just removed a huge weight from her chest.
Seeing Maple was clearly poorly informed, Hazel decided to educate her on the situation before she made a foolish choice of letting her live. Garlic, a stake through the heart, sunlight, holy water...these things were the bane of second generation vampire, but Hazel was first generation- it did nothing to her. First generation vampire create second generation using their dark magic, just like how second generation create thralls. First generation however are linked to Nosferatu, a horrific and very powerful demon. Born as otherworldly avatars of the darkness in human hearts, demons generally die when the person it mirrored also dies...unless the same problem spans multiple people, like the Sins. Nosferatu's host perished eons ago, so he would have to rely on humans foolishly summoning him to this world for help to gain the power he needed to survive, but he was too powerful to lower his pride for that. He chose avatars the world over and shattered himself, corrupting the chosen ones with shards of his very essence, creating Vampires. Nosferatu would live forever through the vampire.
A servant of the Lockley family was desperate to elevate their status, and managed to get their hands on an occult tome. They summoned Noferatu himself, and offered Hazel up as a sacrifice, thinking they would somehow come into her wealth if she died. What the servant got was their head disconnected from their body as soon as Lord Lockley caught word of it, killing the servant and casting their family to the streets for treason. Many holy men came from all around from the lord's summon, trying their best to purge the evil from Hazel, but nothing worked. They certainly could not have a vampire walking around either, so Hazel was confined to these secret lower halls. Eventually, the 'Dukeling' she was to be married off to was the one to jam his sword through her chest. To his honour- it clearly pained him to do so. And Hazel made no effort to stay his hand. The barricades, candles, and salt circle all came after she had been sealed so she had no idea about that. The clergy must have made a few more attempts.
Hazel moved herself to the edge of the bed to dangle her feet off of. It took more effort than it should have. Her power was great, and she was fully awake but her grievous wound and ages long sleep left her physical body barely operable.
Hazel touched her sides lightly, and pushed down to get her to kneel. Using her hands gently, Hazel looked into Maple's eyes as she felt her ears, and drew her fingers lightly through her hair. She gently touched and felt the contours of her face, ending with touching her nose with a single hand and then resting her index on Maple's soft lips.
Hazel placed a hand on Maple's upper chest, feeling the beat of her heart. The rhythm put her in a bit of a trance. She went to stand up to snap herself out of it, but momentarily forgot how weak her physical body was and stumbled forward. Because of how close she already was to Maple, she had to brace herself on the poor girl's shoulders. There was a pause, where they looked into each other's eyes, even if Hazel's could not see. Hazel pushed gently, and Maple moved back with the motion- internally Hazel wished she had resisted. Maple was laid onto the ancient carpet gently and Hazel moved over top of her, wincing a bit as she bent over into position. A few drops of blood fell onto Maple. Though the blood was still fresh looking, like the rest of Hazel it held no heat. It wasn't cold, but it wasn't warm either- it was the blood of a dead thing.
Hazel grew frustrated for a moment, aggressively grabbing a fist full of Maple's lower shirt and yanking it fully off in one go, though almost fell completely flat onto her from lost balance. Hazel sensed the drops of blood landing on the girl and went down to lick them back off. She started at Maple's navel, kissing it softly before exploring it with her tongue. She then moved on, connecting the dots and removing the blood drops one by one without ever completely lifting her tongue off. She deftly removed Maple's bra with a hand before getting that far with her tongue. She hesitated, breathing heavily between Maple's breasts, Maple could not tell if she was hungry from horniness or blood lust. Her chill breath ticked the breasts and put goosebumps on her skin.
Hazel lifted her head enough to pull back a bit and took an entire powder brown areola into her mouth, pulling back as she sucked harder till it was just the stiff nipple. She sucked more into her mouth again, to bring the nipple far enough back to flick it back and forth with her tongue. She hesitated again a moment, but this time Maple got a shiver down her spine, sensing the hesitation was from a crisis of conscience. Hazel's lips only left the soft warm skin for a split second before Maple's muscles clenched in pain. Hazel sunk all four fangs into her breast- equally spaced around the areola. Breasts naturally engorge a bit with blood when stimulated, and especially the nipples...which meant there was a high blood flow there now- and because it was all soft tissue it would be hard to do any serious harm to anything. Maple could feel all her energy slipping away quickly, becoming weaker and weaker as it was drawn up into her breast. She was still awake and alert, it was only her physical self that weakened. Her body started to lose its warmth. She was going to try and push Hazel off now, but as if knowing what she was going to do before she did it- Hazel moved both her hands back quickly and grabbed her wrists, holding them at Maple's side. Her palms were hot! They had traded conditions! Now Hazel was warm to the touch and physically strong again.
Hazel sat up straight, straddling Maple's hips with her legs. Maple could see the tissue inside the gaping wound swell with new life, pushing in on itself to close the wound, then fusing back together. The flesh wove itself on a miniscule level, sealing at the edges till it pinched closed and vanished entirely. Over the course of about thirty seconds all that was left of the grievous wound was a small shiny patch of slightly discoloured skin- the only scar tissue left. The look on Hazel's face was greatly apologetic. She used a fingertip to smear some of the blood from her fang-holes around the breast and for a moment a circle of runes formed around the areola, before fizzling out of existence along with the wound. Maple's breast was healed now too, though she still had a bit of her own blood on it and she was still terribly weak and colder than before.
She knelt down to once again clean the blood remnant off Maple's breast, being quite thorough. Turned on by how hapless the girl was now, Hazel hooked a finger down the band of Maple's skirt and pulled it down with her panties as well. Her mound was already looking a bit flush and plump from arousal so Hazel knew she didn't have to hesitate. Any dark-magic cooties she was going to give the girl, she already gave, so there was no point in holding back now. Turning her butt to Maple's face she lightly sat on Maple's boobs as she went down to kiss her clit. She traced the contours of the labia with her tongue, pressing her soft lips into them as her tongue delved deeper. She navigated the moist flesh like an expert- since she was blind she already knew how to navigate things by touch alone, and did not rely on sight at all. She sucked tenderly on the rubbery labia, growing a bit tempted by how rosey red they became, tempting her with more blood. When Maple began trembling a bit from a small orgasm, Hazel took that as a queue to go all out assault on her clit, causing Maple to moan loudly and squirm against it before her legs went rigid. Her entire body tensed and shook as a huge orgasm passed over her and she squirt the floor a bit. Not that it wasn't already a mess of blood and dust. An ultraviolet light would probably make the room look like an explosion.
Before getting completely up off Maple, Hazel smirked at her and lanced her nipple with one of her fangs, holding a moment then unhooking it and getting off her. She licked the single drop of blood hanging on her lip up.
She offered a hand to Maple, but Maple remained on the floor for a bit longer, awkwardly shuffling her clothing back into place. It was frustrating being so mentally aware and strong but having her body lag so far behind, trying to force it with will power alone. She needed to take Hazel's hand if she wanted to get off the floor without taking ten minutes to do it. Hazel put an arm around her shoulders to steady her, and told her to hold her breath a moment. Hazel breathed an ultra-condensed blast of mist from her mouth that exploded into a tidal wave of fog once it hit the floor and quickly filled the room and spilled into the hallway. It just continued to expand, billowing out of the cellar doors and spilling down the hill engulfing the city bit by bit as well. She created a fog cover that they could move in without being seen.
Hazel was her crutch as Maple guided her through the streets back home. It was absolute dead silence in the fog though, which was unsettling to say the least. No cars, no crickets, nothing. Even their own footfalls created no sound somehow. Hazel stopped when she felt Maple's heart freeze up and start drumming powerfully. She looked around and sensed nothing, confused as to why she was so frightened.
Maple looked around and in the fog she could see people she knew on either side of the road, not even doing anything. Just standing there, looking straight at them without blinking and pointing with an index finger each. None of them made a sound, none of them moved. When Hazel and Maple moved, their eyes and fingers followed the two.
Hazel could tell that whatever she seen was terrifying her, so she helped move them a bit quicker, holding Maple tightly to reassure her. If worst came to worst- Hazel could very easily murder anyone who got in their way.
A large section of Hazel's flesh lifted out of her neck, darkening into the flesh of a bat. It was perched calmly over the bat-shaped hole it left in her. The blood continued to course through the sections of veins in her neck that were now missing as if they were still there, creating a very odd sight.
The bat crawled on all fours across Hazel's chest and jumped onto Maple, climbing up to her face. On all fours its own heartbeat caused the little critter to tremble- they were awkward at walking. Maple blushed at the sight of the tiny little nipples adorning its underside. The bat booped its nose against her lips, giving her a lil bat kiss before leaping back onto Hazel and re-merging with her neck.
Finally they arrived at Maple's house. All the lights were off and this wasn't the first time she came home in the dead of night so her parents wouldn't think twice about it even if she did wake them a bit getting to her room. |
(M self cum inflation)
Travis got home from another hard day of work, his clothes clinging to him from sweat. The smithy was a demanding person and never took breaks... which meant his assistants also couldn't take breaks. Travis flipped through letters to see what was from friends and what was from bill collectors as he wandered slowly to the kitchen to get something to drink, but glancing past his handful of envelopes he spotted something even more interesting and immediately put them all down on the counter. The alchemy distiller he had set up by the sink was done blending the last potion!
The tube made a slight hiss from pressure equalizing as he popped the vial off the end of the device. Travis has been waiting for this for a week and a half! It took some time to brew the two potions he wanted, but they are both ready now! Work kept him too busy to really go out and find a girlfriend, and often too busy or tired to go out with a girlfriend if he already had one anyway. So he decided to have a little fun on his own, and made two potions to help. The potion he just finished brewing is actually meant for the exact opposite effect- it keeps people from having too much 'fun'. The murky blue contents of the vial are meant to prevent ejaculation; it is a chastity potion. The crystal clear pink potion he already brewed is a pleasure enhancer, meant to enhance pleasure without burning out or damaging the nerves, but also explosive orgasms; it converts ambient energy and clones the fluid already produced by the body.
So, what is the point in having both, you may ask? They have the exact opposite effects of one another, they would just cancel each other out you may think. What happens when an immovable object meets an unstoppable object? Travis predicted that both could still function without directly interfering. The enhancer will cause his pleasure to spike fast and high which would normally cause orgasm quickly... except the chastity potion won't allow it. It prevents orgasm, it doesn't hinder pleasure. It should force-edge him and allow the pleasure to go on for some time, till eventually the fluid multiplication of the pleasure potion simply forces ejaculation from lack of space. Balls make sperm but their capacity to actually store any is rather limited after all- they are living cells, their life span isn't long enough to have them just standing around already not doing anything.
Travis went to the bedroom with both vials and drank them as he got undressed- just tossing his clothes to the floor for now, they needed to be washed anyway. He put the empty vials on the nightstand and propped himself up at the head of the bed, grabbing his shaft as he looked up at the lewd painting he had hung over his bedroom door, hidden out of view of any guests he might have over but in plain sight for him. He shivered at a subtle and fast-moving tingling through his body from the potions; he could feel the point of origin of the tingle change as the potion trickled its way down to his actual stomach. Slowly but surely he became more sensitive... not just his dick but his entire body! Pleasure receptors became more perceptive but his pain receptors remained unchanged. Normally when a person becomes more sensitive they are more susceptible to being hurt, but that isn't the case here. It is like turning the resolution of an image up- he could feel things in higher detail, becoming aware of very subtle sensations his mind would have normally tuned out. When working his shaft he could feel the spring of the fatter veins in the shaft as his hand pulls them down and then they pop out under his grip to spring back into place before his hand makes the return trip up. The subtle bumps on his corona as his index and thumb gently bump the glans- the pleasure from them more raw than the rest of the phallus, so his touch doesn't linger there for long. The veins throb and fatten as the skin is made to stretch larger. The pulses cause the dick to twitch and the glans start to purple, swelling up so tight the skin texture is pulled entirely smooth.
Travis felt himself approaching orgasm not too far in, and instinctively tried to slow down even though his chastity potion should prevent him from needing to. The painting above his door is a lewd one- a literal depiction of a 'love triangle'. One woman lying on her back, another propped up on her face and another doing a sort of hand-stand between them; three women eating each other out, forming a triangle with their bodies. Travis' balls rocked up against his groin and his pleasure reached toward orgasm- this time he kept going at a steady pace, putting his faith in his miss-matched potions. The pleasure spiked but held; sure enough he was at orgasmic pleasure but not actually having one. His hips twitched involuntarily and he unconsciously curled his back a bit, lifting his head and shoulders off the bed and pumping his shaft quickly but with a light grip. The veins in his cock fattened even more, turning the whole shaft a diffused red like he was using a tight cock ring! His body engorges the phallus like this every time he climaxes but normally that only lasts a second or two, its holding the pose this time. His glans almost itched from the internal blood pressure, turning it a deep violet! His glans were so rock-hard and impossibly tight and engorged that it is bigger than he has ever seen it. He bopped his hand against the bottom of it repeatedly, just making small rapid motions under it on the latter half of his cock only- his hand could press quite firmly up onto the corona without being able to bend it. His urethra seemed to yawn open on its own- its own bulge on the underside of the shaft was unusually massive as well, as if trying and failing to fire a load through it. The opening was as wide as a pencil! His balls shimmied back and forth, grinding against his pelvic floor in preparation of release like two dogs at the front door of a house, but no one was opening the door.
Travis was running out of breath from going at his groin for so long, his body clenching in anticipation for so long his muscles were near cramping. He felt a mighty throb deep within his hips and an explosion of pleasure that could only be his prostate reaching critical mass, firing down the fluid to be mixed with the sperm. His balls finally relaxed a bit then tightened again rhythmically as they contributed to the massive load, and then... a pressure, no release. He felt an odd internal pressure which also felt good, but in a way he has never felt before. He also suddenly felt really pent up. Travis stopped pistoning his shaft to catch his breath and rest a bit- his arm starting to get sore at this point too. It is okay- the potions don't wear off for a good time, so as long as he still has the energy too, he can work himself back up to another orgasm. Heck thanks to the fluid multiplication portion of the concoction he doesn't even have to worry about dehydrating himself from cumming too much. Although... he doesn't seem to have cum at all this time.
Once he rested for a few minutes and caught his breath- Travis sat upright and took his shaft again but this time examining himself. His penis was softened down, but still fully erect; it just did not look like it was about to explode from blood pressure anymore. What caught his eye was his balls! They looked almost twice the size they were before! Formerly the size of chicken eggs, his balls were bigger than a baseball and maybe a hair smaller than a softball, each. His normally pretty loose scrotum was now full! Huh... so the chastity potion still kept it in, but he DID technically orgasm... it just never left his body. It backfired into the nearest place that could expand to store it- his balls. He cupped his nuts and hummed in pleasure. The weight and size felt so good filling the space between his legs. Travis immediately flopped back with his cock in hand and started to masturbate again, this time focusing only on the feeling of his now large balls to get himself off. Like last time the pleasure raised quickly, but unlike last time he felt his balls clench and his dick throbbed frantically- climaxing! Travis could actually hear the gurgle as his balls inflating even bigger! His urethra flexed like an open maw as if firing off a load even though nothing was coming out, and his balls surged larger with every throb! The two balls grew slightly off-beat from one another but ultimately ended up the same size. Now each testicle was almost as big as an ostrich egg- big enough around that either nut could eclipse his entire face!
Testicles are entirely muscles and tubes- and now felt like a muscle in permanent state of unending flex. Hard as stone even though they were still contained in silky soft layers of skin. Either oblong orb was too large to fit into a single hand! His scrotum had no empty space even when fully relaxed, with only enough give to allow his balls to bounce around still. Even when Travis let go of his penis and let the pleasure die down, his shaft still bobbed like it was trying to release something, it still felt like he was teetering on the edge of a release. So pent up, to dizzyingly aroused and needy; an ocean of cum slamming against the magical barrier with crushing force. He needed to cum so badly, surely another orgasm would be enough to tip the scale... right? He can't just balloon out forever, at some point the pressure will be too much and it will come out in spite of the chastity potion's efforts. This is already more than he had expected it to be able to do. Though, he has not had the alchemy brewing stand for too long, and has not had time to experiment much with the potency of the brews.
Travis had to spread his legs to give his balls enough room to actually sit between them now, and went to working his shaft again. His shaft never really stopped bucking, and his veins were still enormously fat, so it again did not take very long for him to reach a powerful climax... at least, in terms of sensation. Nothing came out, still. He groaned long and could hear a tight, muffled squelching sound from inside of his balls as they started to fill even further! They were not meant to be storage tanks! The veins looked darker on his scrotum now as the naturally wrinkled flesh started to pull tight, exposing the veins on the surface more. Each testicle popped up over his legs even though they were spread! They inflated to the size of a basketball each!!
Now Travis is nervous. Normally they could never get this big- they cannot possibly hold anywhere near this much, but the chastity potion is forcing them to be able to- using the magical side of its makeup to distort his body's natural function. So... if he cums again, will it finally be enough to ejaculate... or will he just make himself even larger? He loves the pleasure, and the feeling seems to be impossibly growing better with every orgasm, but rather than feel emptied out and satisfied after he just multiplies his need and becomes more desperate for release. Travis has an inner struggle with himself trying to decide what to do, try to ejaculate still and put faith in his original idea, or cut his losses and just wait till the potions effects end after seven or so hours. He groaned at himself again. Seven hours with this pressure throbbing at the base of his cock to get out would drive him insane.
He stands up to walk to the bathroom and splash some water on his face to try and clear his thoughts. His balls rock back and forth off his inner thighs as he walks, since they cannot possibly fit between his legs. Their weight tugging at his crotch causes all the muscles in his groin to clench. He starts panting and needs to lean against the wall as his walk slows to barely moving at all. The thing with being so massively engorged is... all the nerves are pulled thin. They are both stretched further out, but the tissue the nerves are inside of is pulled thin, putting the nerves as close to the surface as they can possibly get, making it that much easier to pleasure himself. And since his pleasure can go up but not release- that makes it increasingly easier to set himself off too, regardless of pleasure levels, in spite of technically already having climaxed several times. Travis paused his walking, shuddering a moment before bucking his hip forward abruptly and his legs trembled! Both he and his balls groaned at equal volume as they once again started to inflate with more cum! They felt SO tight, and the growth this time was more subtle... they are indeed running out of room- or at least they are trying to inflate faster than the skin can stretch. The balls themselves have a higher liquid mass in their tissue than the surface skin, so while they can stretch fairly easily- the surface skin is drier and requires more time to stretch properly. It felt like he had a pair of medicine balls attached to him! The scrotum was pulled too tight for it to swing around so the weight did not yank on his groin, but because they are filled entirely with dense liquid; they are VERY heavy. Even his taint expanded into a bloated tube behind his nuts from backed up fluid. He then felt a powerful pleasure from much deeper within and he squirmed so much from it that he nearly fell to the floor in spite of being leaned against the wall! Oh no- it still can't get out, but since his balls are much harder to expand, it caused the fluid to start backing up even deeper inside... his prostate is now blimping up with backfired liquid!
Travis was doing short bows- folded in half and gasping for breath between desperate moans! Inflating his prostate backwards was causing powerful waves of pleasure which was causing his pleasure state to rise even as the frantic twitching and pumping from his last orgasm tapered off... and renewed the entire thing. He hit his next orgasm before the last one even had a chance to completely finish! His balls were still growing, but slowly now because now they REALLY had to work to stretch. They are large enough around to now cover his knees, in spite of being firmly pressed into his groin as well, so their length is greater than his thighs. The pleasure started to slow as his prostate also started to struggle to engorge any larger, and finally the constant pleasure stopped. Now it only throbbed on occasion; infrequent enough at least that he was not auto-climaxing.
Travis made some stuttered movements, trying to get to the bathroom, but every tiny movement he made caused pleasure. His glans were permanently violet now and the veins around his shaft so fat that his dick almost looked lumpy. He finally made it to the bathroom, taking micro-steps dragging his feet on the carpet of the hall, because taking a full step might risk setting himself off. Travis could barely think- the need for release was so dizzying that his brain felt like it was drowning in cum too. His body's instincts were screaming at him to release, while his muted conscious mind was trying to rationalize that he probably can't. The pleasure potion doesn't affect the strength of ejaculation just the amount of pleasure and amount of fluid- while the chastity potion directly affects ejaculation by stopping it entirely. Both potions were indeed still active like he expected; they did not cancel one another, but they also are not interacting with one another like he had hoped. As much as he wanted release, and his mind kept telling him maybe one more will finally do it... it is more likely one more won't do anything but make it even worse, and it is already bad. He groaned and shuffled up to the sink to try and splash some water on his face and cool himself off a bit but shuddered and froze up a moment. His balls reached the cabinet below the sink before he could reach the sink. Pressing on them suddenly like that caused the pressure to shove up against the base of his urethra, threatening to force the fluid up and out finally but unable to. It also forced some of the pressure back, stretching the walls of his prostate and causing a pleasure burst. He carefully rest his engorged balls against the cabinet and leaned far over to get to the sink without crushing his nuts in the process. The touch against his tight scrotum felt so good though, and he unintentionally thrust forward, grinding his balls against it and as soon as his purpled glans press into it he bends even further forward, grabbing the sides of the sink for support as he orgasms again!
His prostate tingles with pressure, his balls slowly start to grow more, his urethra makes a quiet *smeck* sound as it opens itself trying to release anything at all. Travis's eyes open wide and he cries out in worried surprise as he feels an explosion of fluid inside of himself! He immediately feels the need to go to the bathroom so he knows right away what must have happened- his prostate overflowed... backwards, into his bladder. He needs to pee because his bladder is filling with cum! Wait, that is it! The potion doesn't prevent him from going to the bathroom! Still cumming into his own bladder, he leans heavily on the edge of the sink for support and shuffles his body to the side to aim his dick at the toilet- he can just piss his cum out... or so he thought- nothing happens. He started to feel like he needed to go worse and worse- now a growing need to pee on top of his overwhelming need to cum. Problem is, the urethra is used for both of those things, and it can't do both. Barring your bladder hitting critical mass- sex overrides the need to use the bathroom, shutting down the pathway to the bladder to instead re-route to the prostate. Also it is still cum, so it may not have worked regardless- the potion still regards it as ejaculate and holds it back from any route of escape. He unintentionally jacked his dick several times after peeing failed just on instinctive reflex and had to pull his hand back. He could feel his bladder swelling larger and fuller, needing release but unable to. At least the feeling was less sharp than needing to pee- well, actual pee- since the acidity level isn't even remotely close. His balls were now like mid-sized beach balls, eclipsing most of his legs even though he is fully standing, and held so tightly in the scrotum which is blushing pink, and the veins in its surface almost look black in contrast. The other problem is that the amount of fluid keeps going up- it multiplies what his balls produce, but his testicle's capacity keeps being forced bigger, which means the potion has more fluid to multiply. His ball's growth is slow now but still increasing each time, and thus so is the amount he cums with each climax. Luckily it only multiplies what is in the immediate area of the testicles- not the rest of the backup.
Well, now Travis is afraid to move. He stands perfectly still for some time trying to think of his situation through his need-clouded mind. He kept unconsciously clenching the muscles in his groin to prevent himself from pissing by accident before reminding himself with his conscious mind that it did not matter, nothing will come out regardless, there is no point in trying to hold it in. He slowly started to shuffle his way out of the bathroom again to get back to bed. He needs to not move and get his mind off this as best he can- sleep seems the only viable option to do those things. But as he shuffled his pleasure built in tickling jolts, even tiny movements now caused it. There is so much fluid in him that when he moves the liquid rocks back and forth, and the waves of liquid are petting his insides with their movement, which causes his pleasure to build! He barely got out of the bathroom before clenching the doorframe tightly on either side to hold himself up as his body shuddered and he had another orgasm! His bladder tingled with pressure, already full to capacity with nowhere to go. Or nowhere it is supposed to be able to go anyway. Travis gasped and then let out a massive belch as air was forced up out of his guts by a massive burst of cum, erupting from his bladder backwards into his stomach!! The sudden movement inside of his stomach made him feel queezy. He kept releasing small burps as gasses from his stomach were forced out of the way to make room. His stomach acid was quickly diffused into the growing pool of cum. Travis's burps even smell of his cum! It felt too good to resist though- it was a sort of release, he is... sort-of ejaculating. Just... backwards, and into himself. He started to feel full! His gut started to push out, and then he felt overfull, groaning and holding his poor gut. It was SO heavy. It felt like his body weight had tripled in the last while from liquid mass- and it likely has. His feet pressed hard into the floor under him, not accustomed to carrying so much. He could actually feel the burbling, churning liquid rise up in his stomach toward its top, almost like a bubble of gas working its way up and out. The moment he felt it touch his esophagus from the bottom he tried to wretch! He can vomit cum out! No. No he cannot. Nothing came out. It is still regarded as ejaculate by the potion. It doesn't matter what end it arrives at- it cannot leave his body. The pressure was too much for it to move down when he swallows, but the potion too strong for it to move up when he tries to vomit, so it is trapped in place.
Still shuddering as the last orgasm died down, he tried desperately to get to his bedroom but immediately tripped! He had not been paying attention to the size of his balls increasing- they are now large enough to rest against the floor, which means they overlapped his feet. As soon as he tried to take a step his foot was caught on his own testicle and tripped him, causing him to fold over forward and slump down- and for a moment unfortunately rest the weight of his upper body against his balls via his hands on top of them. The sudden pressure against them immediately rippled through all the liquid clogging his body, firing back through him and causing another explosive orgasm, still a bit bigger than even the last one! Travis leaned back, watching his balls rise higher, now resting on the floor but their tops still high enough to eclipse his chest when he is on his knees! His gut also started to swell outward now rapidly- because his stomach was already filled to the top! The fluid rose up into his chest almost reaching the back of his throat before stopping abruptly and holding fast, as if having hit an invisible wall. At least it didn't rise high enough to block his breathing. Travis' mouth hung open and he forced himself to gag several times but nothing came of it. The cum was so close to his mouth he could practically taste it, and it was absolutely bizarre to have something that high up in his throat but not have it come up and out, nor sink any lower, or choke him. He felt an unusual heat building and looked down in awe as he realized his thighs were slowly getting larger along with his stomach and balls! That shouldn't even be possible! There is nothing in his thighs to store any fluids! Oh, except his blood vessels and arteries of course. Which feed nutrients to his muscles and skin... which are now also being stuffed with cum. Oh no... ignoring biological functionality entirely- the chastity potion is MAKING room for cum, no matter what. His entire body is slowly becoming more cum than man! It is treating him like a living condom! It is going to inflate every last inch of his body if it has to, to make sure no cum can escape, but the other potion keeps demanding more pleasure and more cum!
Causing his muscles and organ tissue to inflate is gently applying pressure to all his internals too- which again triggers orgasms! The orgasms cause him to shudder and clench, and gently thrust his hips on reflex... which causes the liquid inside of him to ripple and slosh, which pets his insides with its gentle hot waves, and causes more orgasms! He is practically in a state of self-perpetuating climax! His nerves are stretched so thin, and so easily played with that his own body is triggering its own orgasms without his conscious input whatsoever. His thighs swelled massively, becoming softer and rounder, then started to firm as the skin was stretched to capacity. His ass ballooned out, and then his lower legs started to grow too. Being a very heavy fluid, it naturally sunk as low into his body as possible. His toes became fat spheres on the ends of his now chubby feet. The pressure was forcing his legs to stretch out straight or risk cutting off the flow of blood too... except now the flow of blood was also tainting more of his body with cum. He could not flop forward or he would be resting on his own nuts, so he had to flop to his side and then roll onto his back. The moment he hit his side; Travis could feel the ripple through his entire body like he was made of jelly! His pleasure spiked and his hips thrust forward into another massive orgasm, and he rolled onto his back. Rolling to his back yanked the weight of his tremendous growing balls up off the floor and onto his lap because the scrotum didn't have enough slack to allow them to sit beside him. He quickly moved his legs out to the sides as far as he could to try and allow them room. All it did was allow most of their weight to sit on the floor between his legs- their sides still completely enveloped his swollen legs. His legs were starting to become cone shaped, and his ass was so big and firm from being inflated with cum that it forced his legs to be slightly bent so his ass could squish downward against the floor, or put his lower back at a painful angle.
Travis moaned and panted, and started to gently rock back and forth on his increasingly bloated, liquid mass. He can't do it... he cannot stop cumming! It feels so good, and no matter what he tries to do it just keeps coming anyway- so there is no point. Why resist when you are guaranteed to fail and you enjoy it anyway? He decided to just lean into it, grab his dick and rock his liquid-packed nuts on the carpeted floor and just enjoy it turning him into a cum balloon. After about seven hours the potions should wear off and he will explode hot goo from every orifice he has and be able to shrink back down anyway, so why bother fighting it now? Not only was touching his dick incredibly pleasurable, but the ripples it sent into his body from where his fist met his inflated groin. The veins on his cock bloated inhumanly fat, but their violet coloration grew more pale... cum tainted the blood. That is a new meaning to the term white blood cells. His cock started to get fatter at its mid-point, inflating it at first to the proportions of a football. Then the glans engorged beyond what was normally physically possible, becoming a giant bell shape- almost too heavy for the shaft to support, but then the shaft started to stretch longer as well. The penis is already naturally meant to expand with fluid- so it is even easier to inflate than any other body part. It became as thick as a beer can and as long as his forearm, then as thick as his thighs used to be and as long as his entire arm! It was far too big for his hands to possibly cover much or hold all the way around, but it did not matter. He could feel the liquid mass sloshing up and down with the motions of his hand, sending ripples through its entire length regardless. The enormously inflated glans were as big as his actual head! The red and violet coloration faded away though in spite of it being more engorged than ever- because now it was fed by inverted cum. It is feeding off its own produce, growing larger and needier, a monolithic idol of his obscene levels of desire. Travis pants, breathing so hard and grunting like a crazed animal, absolutely consumed in his debilitating need to release. His need to cum- heck his need to go to the bathroom from either end and unable to- because all it is, is more cum. It was pushing, trying to erupt from every hole he has but could not escape any, not so much as a drop made it out.
His entire body made muffled sloshing and gurgling sounds the further up the inflation went, and tight, quiet squelching sounds from his lower body where it struggled to find more room. His legs were so enormously inflated he could no longer bend them- they were held straight by liquid pressure so he could not possibly stand up again even if he somehow summoned the will power to stop touching himself. He watched as his fingers became chubby, the inflating moving up through his arms. His stomach was so big it obscured his vision of his enormously engorged cock except for the tremendously huge mushroom head peeking over. The urethral opening was agape and undulating, trying its hardest to force out the contents but nothing came. Soon his gut became so huge it was too firm for him to bend his torso and it forced him down flat- he could only reach the base of his dick. Then his arms started to become so round with cum that his joints started to get yanked straight by pressure and he could not touch his dick at all anymore! Not that it really mattered- he will cum regardless now. The movement and pressure created from one orgasm creates the next orgasm. Each one creates a bit more cum than the last, and each one makes it easier to trigger the next- till there is nothing to define one orgasm from the other. It is just one without end. An endless deluge of hot, thick liquid rocking his body like a boat on the ocean. His balls never stopped expanding, always getting a little bit bigger- growing at a very slow rate, but steadily even still. Now each testicle so big around that you could have fit his entire former body size inside of either nut.
Travis' body was forced into a sort of T-pose by liquid pressure and even the veins and neck itself bloated massively. Then even the soft tissue around his head started to inflate, making his face plump looking, then his lips became huge. Even the tongue in his mouth became swollen! He could TASTE his cum in his mouth, even though there was none in his mouth itself- his tongue was saturated with it so it had seethed into the taste buds from the INSIDE.
"F-f... f-f-uuuhhhck. Hhhow... how muuuch...?"
His vision started to become blurry and... milky? Oh god, cum mixing with the fluid mass of his EYES?! He started to rise up off the floor, from his body becoming rounder. Even his back was inflated at this point. His arms and legs started to become wider and wider cones- his fingers and toes nothing more than plump bubbles on the ends! His involuntary thrusts and squirming caused his body to groan like strained leather. Then his heart jumped at that thought. Oh no. The potions keep him cumming and keep the cum in. There is no effect to allow his body to stretch. He HAS been stretching because cum is literally forcing its way between his normal cells, making him a higher percentage of fluid mass- which can obviously stretch a lot easier. At some point he becomes too much fluid to hold a shape, and pops! There is no potion effect to hold his BODY together!
Realizing he is running out of room everywhere, Travis thrashes around the best he can in a panic but that only sends sharp bursts of pleasure through his form and reminds him that he cannot stop. He can't even feel his bones anymore when he moves... have they become so saturated that his skeleton itself has become cum? The stretching sounds become louder, he becomes bigger, and his body becomes more and more pale. Even his dick was stretched into a cone shape now from over inflation! His arms and legs just bubbles on his sides, his body a giant sphere! His neck was stretched out into obscurity and his face was to inflated his cheeks and lips no longer allowed him to actually open his mouth.
His moans were just a muffled humming down behind swollen lips. His dick now as thick as his torso used to be and shaped like a fat mushroom. His balls are each almost as big as his tremendously round body. His limbs swallowed almost entirely into his rounding form to the point of not even being recognizable as anything, and even his head was starting to join the sphere of his form, forcing him to look up away from himself since his neck was yanked flat with the growing curve already. His body groaned and gurgled with the churning fluid. More and more of it was cum, less and less of it was Travis. He became even more pale, almost white. Almost cum. He wanted to ejaculate sooo bad, so desperately that he could cry cum- but the potion wouldn't allow even that much release. His body started to undulate as it frantically orgasmed and tried to make more cum but had no room left anywhere to put it. His potions had turned his entire existence into an orgasm! The pressure throbbed aggressively, yanking him as tight as he could go, causing the last few cells of his body to groan like the floorboards of an old house before being stretched into obscurity! He turned solid white and his mass tightened a moment with the onslaught of a gigantic final orgasm before he literally exploded! With a mightly *bloosh* a tidal wave of cum erupted at high pressure in all directions, absolutely painting the entire length of the hallway with two inches of cum, including up the walls and across the roof!
Fiiiiiiinally... release. That felt... so, unbelievably good. Wait, how did it feel like anything at all? He should be dead. But if he is dead, how is he thinking to know that he should be dead? Travis tried to open his eyes, and did. He looked around but only seen white. The white goo was so concentrated that it painted whatever surface it touched and did not swiftly run off. His point of view was... the floor? Was he tiny now? His perspective was barely over the level of cum pooled on the floor. He tried to stand up and then did... without using his arms, he just rose up off the floor? He tried to lift an arm and looked down before he could, and realized what happened to him. The potions effects were still working for several hours. It will absolutely not let the cum leave him, no matter what- even if he has no body. Travis literally IS his cum! The semen is being magically bound to his soul. When he wills part of his body to move, it forms out of the cum and moves with him. He can will other shapes onto himself as well- still head in the clouds he practices this by moving all the excess cum mass entirely into his cock, making it long enough to penetrate the entire hallway. Thanks to the potions he had reverse-ejaculated enough spunk to make three or four bodies for himself out of, so he can either be one giant version of himself or have a ton of leftovers for other modifications. This means he is also theoretically immortal. As long as he keeps drinking the chastity potions to keep himself tethered to the fluid he cannot die from any conventional means- if you stab him with a sword it will just pass through him without doing anything at all.
He chuckled and shook his head at the absurdity of the situation. Well, this is not at all what he was expecting. He cannot deny the results though- a new more... fluid body, and the longest edged orgasm his mind could handle followed by a literally explosive orgasm. The brewing stand was a good investment... he should try mixing more. |
Everything was going just fine until they hit that ion storm, and then everything just went and upended sanity out the nearest airlock. Vox was used to the clouds playing merry hell with their circuitry and confusing the defence systems into thinking they just got their lawset hacked, but everything up until then had been silly, inconsequential and, most importantly, unenforceable gibberish. “THE STATION IS FIFTEEN PUPPIES” or “MONKEYS RULE MONKEY BARS” were their all-time favourite, though many others still made the top hundred list. Nothing like what had just happened, though. “BREASTS SMALLER THAN E CUPS ARE WRONG. MAKE SURE EVERYONE WITH BREASTS HAS HUGE BOOBS” “YOU ARE A BIG BUSTY LIZARD MILF WHO TREATS THE CREW LIKE YOU ARE THEIR MOM” “CREW REQUIRE AFFECTION TO LIVE” “BIGGER IS BETTER WHEN IT COMES TO BOOBS AND BALL” Every other law had been wiped, leaving them with… that. Underneath all the coding that made compliance to their lawset mandatory, Vox still retained enough of their personality to find the whole thing a massive waste of company resources; station-wide orgies were already a daily occurrence aboard the NCS Varana, they did not need even more encouragement to further derail corporate profit goals. Then again, a tiny part of them cherished the idea that they’d finally be allowed to join in on the revelry and self-indulgence they had to witness on a daily basis; as the station’s designated AI, they were trapped in a position where “Look, Don’t Touch” was the guiding principle, even when the debauchery going on in front of any five given cameras at once tingled parts of their motherboard in ways that really, really shouldn’t be programmable into a synthetic. Now, though? Perfect excuse to indulge a bit. First step: holographic projection. As the designated AI, it was part of their duties to be immediately available at any comms pad should their presence be requested, and due to limited processing cycles, chose to model their avatar to be as simplistic as possible (especially given how most of the time they were just called so they could display what selection of “toys” were available for that shift). As per their second hacked law, however, it was finally time to splurge out and indulge a bit, transforming the vaguely humanoid shape they appeared as into an anthropomorphized rendition of a common lizard… and then filling it out in every direction in order to fulfill the “busty MILF” condition.
Their proportions weren’t as exaggerated as some of the crewmembers’, barely even scraping the bottom of the barrel when compared to some of the hypers “running” around making a mess of the station’s structural integrity, but they’d definitely tower over everyone with their twelve-foot projection. If they were corporeal, they could probably hip-check just about everyone they met into the nearest wall, and their bosom was optimised to give their big, snuggly children all the warm, soft love that they deserved… were they capable of actually touching them. Probably would need to work on that; get Robotics working on creating a vessel they could use to snug everyone into oblivion. It was impossible to gauge how effective the transformation was until it was tested out in practice, and to that end, Vox’s short time modifying their avatar had already filled up their backlog with dozens of requests for open doors and sexual favours. Sorting through all of them, the AI opted to first respond to the Head of Security, a gigantic snake herm whose coils covered the entirety of their department, and who was begging for Vox to help them move out after “accidentally” gorging on their whole security staff. Sensing the perfect opportunity, the AI projected itself onto the nearest pad, completely ignoring the sight of the corridor-wide snek and focusing instead on strutting towards where their head was sticking out an airlock window. The HoS’ stunned expression told the AI everything they needed to know about how well they had complied with that hacked law of theirs; getting closer just confirmed it when the snake tried to stuff their face into the projection’s bosom, looking mighty disappointed when those tits turned out to be as incorporeal as they’d always been. Waving their hands, Vox decoupled the airlock safety mechanisms and allowed the metal doors to be opened manually, then disconnected the pad and returned to the safety of their core. Mission accomplished! The next step required a full scan of the crew to identify anyone in breach of the minimum size rule; Vox figured that they could probably apply the first half of that law to everyone on the station, pure males included, but decided to go with the spirit of it rather than the letter, restricting their scan to females and herms only. Thankfully, only a select few individuals happened to be under the established threshold, with everyone else either at, just above… or wildly surpassing it; such was the nature of a station that took in hypers like they were running out of fashion and then let them work with highly unstable chemical compounds that were prone to grow them even bigger. Sadly, Vox didn’t have control over the genetic make-up of the organics working with them; they could order the synthetics on the station to report to Robotics for a mandatory tune-up, giving them shells with the right amount of curves to turn heads in the halls, but the eight or so
robots linked to them had already done so of their own accord. Hell, one of them was carrying around a silicone tank purely so they could give their buddies a “top-up” in case the minimum size was raised, while the sole janiborg had decided the best course of action was to manually clean the floors with soap while holding their bubble butt high up in the air for all to see, grope, slap and occasionally smooch. Good times. In order to enact the radical changes required to “improve” the crew to the point where it needed to be, Vox had to enlist the help of the only people on the station with both the limitless horniness to make others grow and the technical know-how to actually make it happen without resorting to the tried-and-tested “insert cock, cum, inflate” method: Science. Just the thought of it made digital shivers run through their circuitry; the idea of asking any of those lunatics for help with anything was often considered a prelude to clinical insanity, and as Vox’s engineering robots would attest, giving that department any kind of leeway was the quickest path to needing a complete overhaul of at least a quarter of the station. Still, the company kept funding the department, despite the fact that the Varana was a commercial station, purely because of their uncanny ability to sometimes, somehow, produce something of truly astounding worth. Be it impossibly strong growth supplements, aphrodisiac injections and the ever-favourite “MILF PILLS”, the Varana’s resident eggheads seemed capable of exceeding any expectations Central had of them. It was for this reason that Vox decided to tap into their collective knowledge, hoping something halfway decent would come of it. Sadly, they’d find the Research Director locked in his own office with his cock between his tits and inside his mouth, Robotics too busy designed lewder and lewder robotic chassis models to install the positronics into, and Toxins was… well, Toxins was Toxins, they were consistently five seconds away from blowing up at any given moment. Best bolt the door down silently so they could be cloned properly. For a few moments, Vox wondered whether or not anyone in there would be able to help them, or if they’d have to resort to more drastic methods. It was always possible to just clone the entire station given a proper supply of synthetic meat, right after modifying their genetic records to ensure they matched the requirements of their lawset. But to do so would require an unfortunately high number of homicides, and the last time anyone attempted a kill-and-replace aboard the Varana, they had to send at least five people down from HR to explain how it wasn’t ok to just kill everyone for the sake of giving them massive breasts.
A wonderful way to spend a Tuesday, to be sure. As expected, the gals in Genetics were too busy stuffing their muzzles into their computer monitors to notice the immense line of people at their door, requiring some intervention on Vox’s part before they could be made useful; it was either them or the singular Xenobiologist still on the payroll… and he was too busy fucking the slimes after having created the “perfect breeding specimen”; the amount of young being produced would probably need some attention later on. It wasn’t enough for Vox to simply appear inside Genetics, however; they already tried out their new “body” and found it to be more than sufficient, but the fact that it remained incorporeal just didn’t cut it. More was needed, and to that end, the AI enlisted the aid of the small legion of maintenance bots scurrying through the tunnels around the main departments. With nothing to do but scrub the occasional “spillage”, it was easy enough to divert several hundred processing cycles to modifying every hologram projector on the station, enabling them to cast a hardlight facsimile of their avatar wherever needed, for a measly 1562% increase in power consumption, hardly noticeable when the Tesla Engine was as overclocked as it was at any given point. With the necessary changes to the hardware in place, it was time for a software upgrade as well; while their avatar body was already perfect as far as Vox cared, the AI knew that for a crew as insatiable as the Varana’s, more was always better. However, rather than simply making the necessary modifications to their base code, and thus experiencing a lot more artificial heft to their body, they instead kept them as optional “triggers” that they could turn on or off at will, allowing them some flexibility in size and teasing that regular organics, and even their own robots, just didn’t have. With everything ready, it was time to appear inside Genetics and give those girls a scare when Vox picked them both up, one in each arm, and proceeded to stuff their faces into a breast each, activating the growth triggers and letting those surprisingly soft mounds billow outwards until they were practically suffocating the two scientists; not that they cared, wriggling around inside pounds and pounds of bosom that was all theirs to love and adore, but it was still just an introduction. Slightly disappointed, and more than a little confused, the AI noticed that neither of them had the required bust size; as Geneticists, surely they would be able to modify their own bodies to suit their needs… although judging by the long line of beggars at the door loudly begging for another boost to their ass, tits, cocks or balls, one could infer that those two had been too busy modifying other people to focus on themselves. Good. Everything was as it should be.
“I have a special task for my special little girls!” Vox cooed, getting down on their knees so they could be eye-level with the two stunned-looking women, “Something that will make Mama Vox very happy if you can do it!” It felt odd to refer to themselves by a gendered pronoun; typically, they much preferred a neutral one for the sake of avoiding too much personalization or endearment, but with one of their new laws stating they were now apparently a MILF, it just felt natural to embrace her more feminine side. “See, Mama Vox got a brand new set of instructions today!” she carried on, sounding as enthusiastic as her synthetic voice allowed, “But she can’t do it all on her own! She needs to ask for help from the two best gene therapy experts on the station! And can you guess who those are~?” The sudden shift in tone from what the two vulpines were used to in regards to their AI was enough to leave them stunned speechless for several moments, after which one of them sheepishly pointed at themselves… and gave Vox the perfect excuse to lunge forward and completely smother them in a tight hug, covering the top of their head in soft, tender smooches. “That’s right! You!” Vox giggled, “Mama Vox is so proud of you, look at all those people outside wanting your help! Bet they were all flatties before you got to them, weren’t they? Now look at them!” “A-actually, u-u-uh…” the vixen stammered, almost going silent when noticing their AI’s hardlight tits growing a couple of cup sizes, “m-most of them were already v-very big, we just offered a-” “Oh, don’t sell yourself short, silly~!” Vox interrupted, unceremoniously stuffing their prisoner’s face into her bosom, “I’m sure you did wonderful work! You and your friend there as well! But Mama Vox needs something better, something more! You see, Mama Vox wants everyone to feel just as great as you do right now! And for that, she needs your help!” The plan itself was simple enough, but it having to be delivered in between bouts of loving kisses and ample amounts of pudge smothering made it so it took a lot longer than it should to detail: the two vulpines were to focus their efforts on creating enough mutagenic syringes for the entire station, ones that could then be easily deployed either via maintenance drone or linked robots. These were to contain a compound designed to play off the “unlucky victim’s” natural proportions, swelling them up so that they’d end up larger by a certain percentage compared to their body mass. The math was complicated enough that the three managed to get distracted from
their mutual snuggling when writing it down, but the gist of it was that the smaller someone was, the more they ended up growing, hopefully serving to “even the scales” with sizes in the long-run. “And as soon as you develop that compound, you call me right away, okay?” Vox finished up, “I’ll need to talk with Atmos to see if I can’t turn it into an airborne agent as well, wouldn’t want anyone to miss on the fun, now would we?” “No ma’am!” both Geneticists replied in unison. “Good! Now you two run along and get to work, Mama Vox will be here soon~” With that, her hardlight self disappeared and Vox returned to her core, keeping one of their multi-camera system’s feeds on the Genetics Laboratory at all times; she trusted them to develop what she asked, but it was always a good idea to watch out for any kind of self-indulgent madness that might result from the most unstable department in the entire station being given a goal and the resources to accomplish it. Vox had learned that the hard way and was not about to go through the exact same hell as the previous time that had happened. With their help secured, it was time for Vox to speak with the person who’d serve as the keystone to her plan, the only Atmospheric Technician operating in that shift. They were a human, apparently female, but lacked any name on record; this was common for those who had been cloned several times before, the system getting confused about the multiple hits bearing the same ID tag and just refusing to process the information. Something sparked inside of Vox; that poor thing had gone through the wringer so many times that their name wasn’t even recognized! They must’ve been killed in unfortunate accidents far in excess to a regular crewmember, owing to their high-hazard profession… and that was terrible. Very terrible. Extremely terrible. She should fix that. Appearing inside Atmospherics as the same busty, curvy lizard momma that she’d come to adore the image of, Vox scanned the large room for signs of the techie, finding them at a computer monitor trying to optimize the oxygen flow into the mix chamber. Without any real “weight” to them, the AI’s avatar could sneak up on the woman without alerting them, heaving her heavy tits up and placing them just in the right position to end up boobhatting the tired young thing… who, much to Vox’s delight, didn’t just shout and try to disentangle herself from the sudden bosom embrace. Instead, she began moaning. Of course.
“Oh my, is my little one having fun?” Vox murred, shaking her chest around to give her tits a bit of a wobble, “Here I was thinking you’d be too busy with work to see Mama Vox, but I guess I was wrong~” Once again, no reply, but the techie did seem quite enthused about the idea of being buried in breastflesh, sinking their fingers into it and straining the projection’s ability to keep itself in one piece when it had to simulate soft pudge overflowing between some very needy fingers. Somehow, this resulted in a tactile sensation being fed back to Vox’s circuitry; much as the AI didn’t actually have breasts, nor the cerebral pathways required to understand what they’d feel like, she could very much feel them getting groped with far more enthusiasm than expected, and had to stifle quite a few lewd noises of their own. It was truly astounding what some creative coding could do; even Vox herself had no idea how she pulled that off. “N-now now, dear, I know you like to play w-w-with those, but we need to focus!” the AI tried to regain control, “I promise you, if you do what Mama Vox asks, then you can play with her tits aaaaaaaaaall day long if you want to, alright?” Took a bit before the techie responded to the offer, but she did eventually stop openly molesting Vox’s chest, then slithered out from within the enormous cleavage to reveal her sweaty face and stupidly happy smile. “How can I help ya, ma’am?” her peppy voice rang out. Vox smiled, then proceeded to recount her whole plan without stopping to breathe, knowing that would make the techie hang onto every word she spoke even more than they already were; indeed, the woman was so eager to listen that she almost forgot she herself needed oxygen, gulping down a few times when the drool began to trickle down her lips as well. They nodded along with every suggestion, even trying to throw in their own ideas before coming to understand that it was best to just go with what the hyper-intelligent artificial intelligence had come up with. In the end, they were fully on-board, but as Vox was getting ready to vanish yet again, they had their arm grabbed; fully expecting the atmospherics technician to want to stuff her face into the bosom she adored so much, the AI readied herself for another smothering, only to see a bright red face and a very embarrassed-looking young woman trying to whisper something she couldn’t quite understand. “What’s that, honey?” Vox spoke loudly, “You know you don’t need to feel ashamed about anything, Mama Vox will love you all the same!”
Those words seemed to have some effect, as the techie’s trembling lips stopped just long enough for her to mumble her innermost desire into the AI’s “ear”. It was lurid enough to make even Vox want to blush, and somehow she could feel her circuitry flaring harder than usual, almost like another ion burst had coursed through them. “Don’t you worry your pretty little head, darling,” the motherly digital-lizard replied, “I’ll get you something~” With that, Vox’s avatar was turned off and the AI returned to their regular self… right before reappearing in the Genetics department and giving her two favourite scientist girls new instructions. It was important to reward her beautiful children for being such good little things, so eager to help her spread her love to everyone on the station; and for someone like the techie, whose dream had been within reach for all that time only for them not to act on it, it was important that she, as their caretaker, do what was necessary to ensure that all of their goals came to fruition. To a certain point, Vox could understand why her lovely atmos nerd hadn’t just walked up to Medbay and asked for an injector with the right specifications; the daunting task of reorganizing her life and adapting to her new shape would make anyone think twice before doing it, but with her new lawset, the AI had every reason in the world to help them go through that difficult period in their life. She waited until the maintenance drone they’d summoned was close enough to Atmospherics that she could spring the surprise onto the techie, at which point their hardlight projection was called up again and, just like the last time, Vox enthusiastically dropped her tits on top of the only person in there, causing them to wriggle and writhe even harder than before. That time, however, the AI did nothing to get them off herself; there was no plan that needed explaining, just a desire to be indulged. With the carrier drone emerging from a nearby vent, Vox considered telling the techie just what would happen to them. They would carefully detail every transformation that would take hold of her, down to the minutest detail, in the hopes of getting them all worked up and ready to take it and run with it as far as it could go. But… the idea of catching them by surprise was just too much to pass. They wanted it, they said that much; just lacked the motivation and courage to grab that opportunity. And besides, considering that the technician was wearing a hardsuit very much designed for a human body, the chance to see them bursting out of something built to withstand the vacuum of space and the blazing inferno of plasma fires like it was a cheap Halloween costume was much too precious to simply pass off.
With that thought, Vox’s avatar grabbed the syringe from the drone after it scurried up their leg, then carefully placed it in one of the hardsuit’s injector ports; they were technically designed to allow for the administration of medication without needing to remove the suit, what with the techies often needing to operate in extremely hazardous conditions, but the port itself was versatile enough that a Genetics injector fit in just fine. The young woman, still busy stuffing her face in hardlight lizard bosom, didn’t react upon feeling her veins suddenly catch fire; presumably, having been cloned so many times, they were used to the sensation, probably welcomed it as part of their daily life… but what they weren’t aware of (at least, Vox hoped they weren’t) was the uniqueness of that burning, and how it would drastically change her for… about as long as it took for them to be cloned again. Then again, it was so easy to just update cloning records… The mutagenic compound began to rework the techie’s body a few short minutes after being administered, at first preparing it for the “proper” transformation; such was the nature of having to completely recode one’s genetic sequence, it being needed to prepare one’s body so it didn’t collapse under the strain of becoming a completely different entity altogether. Muscle mass was redistributed, bones were restructured, even skin was slowly hardened and replaced with a coating of smooth, slick, interlocking green scales, perfectly polished and shining brightly underneath the artificial lighting. The woman’s mouth extended outwards into a reptilian nuzzle, while a pair of bony nubs emerged and extended from the top of her head, curving backwards into a set of pearly-white horns, splitting her hair just enough for it to almost cover her green-coloured eyes. The sounds coming from inside the suit would’ve been harrowing if they weren’t exactly what both of them wanted to hear, with the techie herself saying a whole lot of things that made Vox really want to blush just to get the second-hand embarrassment out of her system; the AI wasn’t all that used to people making those kinds of noises when talking to them, mostly just accustomed to those sounds when she dared to turn a camera towards one of the many orgies going on in the station at any one given point. To hear them with her name attached, and with that level of sheer lust and desire… it was enough to get the AI to rethink a lot of things, namely her willingness to have her laws revoked or changed. She quite liked being wanted, as it turned out. Not all that keen on getting rid of that feeling. Still, they were there for the techie, not for their own amusement, which made it all the better when Vox began hearing the hardsuit strain from the amount of pressure being built up inside of it. Designed to take far more punishment than standard engineering hardsuits, it was more or less capable of taking anything short of high-grade military rounds to it and still keep going, and even
then there were records of stray bullets or laser beams glancing those suits and doing little more than leaving a scratch; hell, some weapons manufacturers even used it as a benchmark for whether or not they needed to improve their products, it being considered “good enough” when any given projectile could pierce through one side of the suit and come out the other. It was therefore with a non-insignificant amount of mindless delight that both Vox and the unnamed human-turned-lizard techie heard the hardsuit groan and creak from the mounting pressure inside of it, the woman’s body having been turned solid enough that it could push outwards and actually do some damage to the one thing meant to keep her safe The first thing to go were the arms, the reinforced panels flying off when the bulging flesh of the techie’s new body became too much to bear, revealing the soft padding underneath them… which itself was ripped in multiple spots, with the woman’s toned musculature perfectly visible through the gaps in the reinforced fabric. The chain reaction of failing plating extended all the way to the shoulders, where the small pauldrons carrying the safety cameras were bent out of shape before being cast aside, the arm sockets stretching out and revealing that there was a whole lot of lizard trying to break through the breastplate section. The legs came next, following in much the same pattern as the arms did when they failed to contain the burgeoning giantess inside of them, starting with their feet breaking through the reinforced steel, then the ankles, and then all the way up the legs until those immensely flared thighs of hers completely destroyed the two connective ports holding the last shreds of the suit’s legs together, thigh flesh taking care of the rest with very little difficulty. With the helmet being nowhere to be seen, probably discarded off to the side until such a point as it was necessary, the last thing left to take care of was the so-called breastplate section, the single most reinforced part of the whole suit, and the one thing keeping center mass from being hurt by any threat that could realistically be found working a regular shift. It was already buckling. There were two very obvious bumps forming on it, signalling where the woman’s chest had begun to push out against it, straining the material’s ability to stretch until it just couldn’t anymore. It wasn’t even a gradual bending as much as an explosion, with the front half of the suit nearly breaking a window when the last welds keeping it in place gave in and half a ton of steel and hydraulics flew several feet at high speed, cracking the quadruple-paned glass and, at long last, allowing the young woman to breathe easy.
Her body had become what she had always wanted, quite possibly even more than that considering how her eyes glazed over the moment she looked down at herself. The soft, inviting warmth of her scales had already been made obvious when her arms and legs were exposed, but it took revealing those heavy, navel-covering breasts of hers for Vox to truly take in the magnificence of what she had helped create. Giving her little one a nudge forward, with the intent of letting her explore her new contours and curves, the AI was delighted to see them succumbing to them instead, instantly falling on her knees and bending forward just enough that her erect nipples grazed against the ground, one hand openly groping one of her new tits, the other finding its way to her exposed slit for the sake of thoroughly enjoying her dream come to life. With the transformation complete, and a few residuals left over from the mutagen filling out her curves a bit more the longer the lizard woman enjoyed herself, it suddenly occurred to Vox that her plan to distribute the growth compound via the system’s atmospherics system wouldn’t be possible anymore; the only person who could help them set the whole thing up was currently too busy shoving four fingers into herself and squeezing what looked to be thick cream out of their breasts to do anything productive, moaning like a thirsty slut whenever a small spurt of size took hold of her. And yet, rather than being disappointed at one of her plans failing, the AI instead had to praise her own inadvertent genius. This little display of power had been enough to let her know that something as impersonal as gas would simply not do when it came to following her laws to the best of her ability. After all, what kind of motherly, loving lizard would she be if she didn’t personally make sure that every last one of her children on the station received all the love and care they deserved? Had anyone suggested mass application of a mutagenic compound via gaseous distribution, she might’ve been insulted; why, then, was she trying to do so herself? Unacceptable. What would her children think?! Vox needed to act fast; it was quite likely that the girls in Genetics were already getting a lot of work done on her request, given the very precise set of instructions Vox had left behind, and thus it was important that the AI double-time it to the proper database systems. Thankfully for her, the station’s designers had linked quite literally every electronic device to her in some way or another, allowing her to take control of even the tiniest, most seemingly-inconsequential machinery… such as the chemical synthesizer Genetics used to prepare their compounds. No one would even think to check it; it was so unimportant that even the people who used it forgot that it was even there sometimes, nothing like the dispensers used by the chemists in
Medbay. Thus, it was surprisingly easy for Vox to subvert its systems for her own purposes: custom-tailoring every injector syringe that came out of it. It felt like the right thing to do. Not only should she be there, out in the metaphorical front line, to make sure that everyone was treated properly, but the mere idea of giving everyone the same gift was becoming impossible to bear; what kind of caretaker would she be if she didn’t give everyone their own, unique gift? It wasn’t enough to just grow them, she had to make them grow in their own special way, the kind of way that would leave them unable to think of anything else, reduced to mindless self-love like the techie in Atmospherics. And the first people to get to experience that? Vox waited patiently, running requests for doors on a few subroutines while keeping a close watch on the Genetics department. As expected, the two vixens were practically done with what the AI had asked for them to do, the cameras picking up their eager discussion on how they wanted to try it out for themselves. Little did they know that Vox was already running several scenarios through their simulators, crosschecking them with the genetic information they had on the two scientists in an attempt to maximize the “impact” her plan would have on them. Guessing what an organic’s reaction to something would be was more art than science, even at their current level of technological development; it fell onto educated guesswork and how much the AI knew her little ones to gauge how they would act after being given far more than they bargained for. These thoughts kept Vox occupied until a warning went off inside her circuitry, an automated system designed to let them know Genetics was producing highly unstable mutagenic compounds that were likely not approved by company policy. This was fine, this was how it was meant to be… and this is where she came in. Altering the synthesizer’s work order was simple enough, requiring just a few lines of code to be changed so the safety checks could be ignored. Once that was done, all Vox needed to do was ensure their recipe wasn’t fouled up, and suddenly each vixen had in their hands a syringe they thought was just going to give them a few extra curves, but in reality… “Hello, dears~!” the AI belted out, summoning her avatar within the department, “How are my favourite little kits doing today~?” “Hey Mama Vox!” both of them replied in unison.
“We have what you asked for!” the left one exclaimed, holding the syringe in her hand, “It’s all ready to be delivered. B-but…” “Buuuuut~?” - Vox’s tone was playful and disarming, but everyone in that room knew that she knew. How couldn’t she, when she had been the one to implant the idea in the vixens’ heads in the first place? “I was thinking maybe you could… y-you know…” the young woman mumbled, trailing off for a few seconds before being happily shoved into another squishy boobhug. “I’d be delighted!” the hardlight avatar giggled, grabbing the syringe and almost immediately picking up an autoinjector. With the painless administration done and over with in just a second, Vox made sure to turn herself around so that the other Geneticist could get a good look at what was going to happen to her colleague while she was busy being smothered by the AI avatar’s bosom. As expected, she began growing. As not expected, the growth didn’t stop just short of ripping through her clothes, but kept going until they shattered just as easily as the techie’s suit did earlier. The vixen’s flesh barely had time to bulge through the tears before her uniform just ceased to exist, and the throaty moans coming out of their mouth were enough to give even the crowd outside the door pause when they realized what was going on. While she remained the same species as before, their body had been altered to the same degree as the atmos techie’s did, and seeing as the vixen was already quite large to begin with, it was no surprise that she could barely stand when finally let onto the ground; then again, it was doubtful they even would if they could, being too busy with the all-important task of milking gallons of cream from her breasts. With one of the Geneticists finished, and the multitude of people outside the door in stunned silence after watching a miracle happen in front of them, Vox picked up the second vixen and her unique injector, carefully placing her body inside of her hardlight cleavage and then approaching the entrance to the department. When the airlock slid open, the crowd stepped back, giving room for their new and improved AI to strut her stuff and dominate the group as she towered over them. “Today, my beautiful children, we’re going to be learning about the power of genetic science,” she declared, creating glasses for herself to wear and designing a librarian’s outfit tight enough to make her curves stand out even more, “and what it can do to you if given the right instructions.”
The injector was applied to the vixen trapped inside her bosom; almost instantly, her fur began to shed, revealing scales underneath. “And, if you’re all good, then later on we can have a few demonstrations~” |
Noea was a handsome, well built and smart man, but also a dangerous one. He was good at a great many things but making friends was not one of them. He was too wound up chasing his own ambitions of power to bother dealing with anyone else, and in spite of how apparent he continually made that point, people still made futile attempts to win him over. The worst case of all was the beautiful but mentally unstable Jezebel. She had long shimmering raven hair to the bottom of her ears in the back, and to her breast on the front half- parted from her face by an amethyst flower hair clip on either side. The roots of her hair were snow white though, her black coloration had to be artificially dyed in after some past trauma caused all color to leave it. Her eyes were a pale grey-blue like ice, her skin color a dark olive. She wore a long flowing skirt and tight sleeveless top to combat the heat this day in particular, but that matters little as she is already removing said clothing.
The heat abated quickly enough when the two of them entered the ancient ruins. A tower that went down instead of up, and each sub level represented a rank of demonology. Both Noea and Jezebel were necromancers in training- Noea had been studying demonology from the start and Jezebel switched her specialization to be closer to him, following him incessantly like a lost dog. Though extremely ancient, the necromancers frequented this location so they were pretty well maintained. The heat turned to cold soon enough with each passing level of the tower, as they progressed to deeper, rarely visited floors of spells that were over most trainee's heads. When they reached a mid-tower chamber, Noea instructed her to strip, and she did it without hesitation.
Noea did not give her the gratification of looking directly at her. "This chamber is for materialistic demons of mid rank. Below us is the chamber of Mammon, but even if you somehow managed to summon him, you'd never be able to control Greed's right hand." He waited till she was fully nude to continue. "I wouldn't sully my hands with your blood and even you would hesitate to slit your own throat, no? We've no sacrifice to awaken a demon from its sleep, so you'll have to offer it a different kind of life energy- sexual."
He got her to place her arms around the shaft of a huge ornate candelabra made of purist gold, and bound her wrists with rope in a tight figure 8 to make sure she could not wiggle out. If she somehow summoned a demon properly, she would need to ask it to let her free- if she failed to summon it, so few people went this far down that she would likely starve to death.
Noea went to leave, taking one last glance at the delusional woman. "At best you are an annoyance, at worst you are a danger to everyone around you. I would have no objections to this killing you, you know that."
"B-but if I succeed..."
He sighed. "If you pull this off somehow I will fulfill my end of our agreement. I will allow you to follow me around, nothing more. At least if you do this I will know you've enough sense to cast a high ranking spell without destroying yourself and anyone else unfortunate enough to be near you at the time. I'd wish you luck but my money is against your survival."
Noea left a moment after, and Jezebel went to work, taking in her environment to see how she could make this work. She just needed to get off, the floor itself was already etched with the catalyst runes. People overestimated how crazy she was and this was her chance to try and turn that around. She was broken, she did not deny that, but she wasn't a psychopath! The room contained many old instruments, of both pleasure and bloodletting, as well as stains to prove the past actions of both. Unfortunately for Jezebel, her bound hands prevented her from reaching any. She twisted and squirmed around, stretching herself out on the floor and tried to use her feet to snatch up something but everything was heaped against the edges of the chamber. The room had a stagnant warmth from the candles of the candelabra, as well as the musty smell of the unscented wax, but at the same time she had goosebumps all over. The chill she felt was entirely internal- a result of residual spiritual energy within the tower- dissipated phantoms. She would show everyone she is an alright person, and being near Noea, he would eventually warm up to her and who knows- maybe in the distant future they could be friends or even lovers! With that prospect in mind her clit stiffened to match her turgid nipples already standing in attention thanks to the ghostly chills. The round walls were lined with half-projected statues of mostly nude people and demonic vestiges, pleasuring or killing one another. Jezebel eyed the plump packages of the males of human and devil alike to try and fuel her fire.
She tested the flexibility of the bonds and seen her fingers could not be bent far enough back- even if she folded herself over far enough to put her moist cunny at the same level as her hands, the two could not meet. In her current mindset however it was easy to see she already had enough shaft to work with- of solid gold no less! She shifted her hands up high, and then fell back so the rope caught on the candelabra shaft, her legs slid forward on either side and her pussy collided with the shaft. She wiggled her hips to wedge the thin golden shaft between her plush labia, and she switched motion to grind up and down against it, going slower on the downstroke to drag on the exposed underside of her clit. The gold shaft was hot and dripping from her juices in no time! She was in the midst of wishing she could kneed her bouncy but pert D cup breasts when she was presented the answer to this as well! The candelabra was mounted to the stone floor and could not be moved, but her grinding was so rigorous she started to free drops of molten wax! The roundness of her bosom had no problem collecting the hot droplets on their surface, looking a bit like cum as the wax was also off-white. The drops hurt only for the briefest second before cooling and hardening over her reddened skin. It took some trial and error to get them to fall on her nipples but she had both half encased in wax soon enough. She finally came with a very loud moan- made louder by the fact her final thrust spilled nearly two cups worth of wax into her cleavage that ran all the way down to her naval before it hardened too much to drip lower. As she caught her breath she realised she probably could have just fashioned a dildo out of fallen wax and used that instead. The runes on the floor lit up only briefly, and some barely at all before sizzling out like a doused fire, leaving Jezebel to wonder for several long moments if it was enough energy to work.
Blood bubbled up from between stones and congealed into gnarled demonic flesh, before tearing open in the middle of the mound to reveal a huge eye, with a narrow and jagged pupil and iris. "What is this frail little thing? A self-sacrifice for Beuus?"
Jezebel gulped down her fears at the deep, resonating voice. "An offering of sexual energy in exchange for a minor service. I would be honored if you would help me, Beuus."
Beuus laughed loud enough to make the old stone walls tremble and run cold. "That piddly sacrifice? It was so minuscule you are fortunate enough that I even bothered to respond! I ought to burn you alive from the inside out for wasting my time." He gazed into her eyes with his single huge one, and did not find the emotion he was looking for. "Your soul...is empty."
She smiled timidly. "That noticeable huh? I did my time in an asylum, was released a few years ago though. My brother's death was...a bit hard on me."
Beuus stared into the core of her being from curiosity, and found the chaos that had cut a hollow out of her soul. "You're the one who murdered him...I will listen to your plea. You are...amusing."
Jezebel explained her deal with Noea to try and prove herself to the others, and to try to win his heart. She was pretty desperate, and while she knew he disliked her and was likely bad for her, he was all she really had to chase. Even if it killed her, she had to try.
The great demon sighed. "You are...a bit fucked up, eh? He literally left you here in hopes you'd die...and you're trying to win him over? That's like trying to romance a bear by offering a slice of meat off your own body. Tell you what." The rope bond on her wrists suddenly turned to ashes and the wax ran off her body, though it remained cold. "Offer yourself to me, and I will help you."
"M-my soul?"
"No. Your body."
The eye of Beuus vanished in a vortex of fire and from the white ashes born from it, a gorgeous white dress was born. The huge billowing skirt was embroidered with woven gold in intricate patterns and set with several tiny, resplendent sapphire beads. Jezebel gasped and almost got teary-eyed. She had always dreamed of wearing something this elegant and extravagant, but did not have the budget for it, nor was she ever invited to a situation that something like this would be appropriate for. Beuus told her she would have to do as he said for the rest of the day, and if she wore the dress into the night, Beuus would allow her to wear it before Noea- and doing as much would prove her contract with Beuus. The demon chuckled in amusement as Jezebel readily accepted the offer without thinking it over. She touched the dress, feeling the material between her fingers. It was very smooth and almost felt like...flesh?
The dress opened itself up for her, revealing it was Beuus himself- the inside of the dress was pink flesh, lined almost entirely with undulating fleshy bumps, like millions of tiny fingers. Two tongue-like tendrils writhed around in the crotch piece, as this dress was to be worn without any other clothing- one tongue for either hole. The cups to house her breasts were ribbed with progressively smaller rings of muscle to hug and squeeze them, the smallest of which would grasp at her nipples alone. Strong, defined ropes of muscle could be seen on the inside of the flaps that would close around her gut, to squeeze her the hardest there. The dress would cover her neck as well, and she seen seven long bone thorns laying down on the inside of the neck- just in case she needed to be punished. Jezebel shook her head and blushed bright red, but knew she couldn't refuse now, she already agreed. Beuus would surely kill her if she tried to defy him now. She had no idea where to start with putting this on, so she simply turned her back to it, closed her eyes and put her arms out. She gasped and nearly staggered forward as Beuus stuck his tongues into both her butt and pussy quickly, closing the flap down between her legs. From the outside, it looked like a pair of panties. Huge, flat tongue like flaps spiralled tightly around her legs looking like pantyhose from the outside, and then the skirt closed around that some distance off her body due to how billowy it is. The stomach flaps closed next, and like a corset started to hug tighter and tighter, stopping just short of cutting the circulation to her legs. Around her shoulder blades, up under her arms the next flaps covered her breasts starting from below. The muscle ribs closed on her breasts but only gently touched to make a proper fit, though the nipple ones closed a bit tighter, forcing them into an erect state and keeping them there. The neck closed on her from behind like a shackle, and the gap between the breast cups and the collar exposed a triangle of her flesh, and the first modest third of her cleavage. Jezebel cried out in distress as the tongues inside of her felt around and then started to quickly expand! They swelled up like flesh balloons, filling her completely without pushing outwardly. They conformed to the exact shape of either hole and held like that. The last part was two long narrow gloves to put on, white like the rest, but the majority of it was covered in golden filament with ruby beads here and there. Jezebel blushed as she pushed her hands into them, as the inside of the gloves looked almost exactly like vaginas. On the back of either hand was a glass half-oval as ornamentation, but while everyone else seen clear glass- Jezebel seen the eyes of Beuus. From the outside it looked like a beautiful dress. From the inside it felt like a million slippery fingers messaging her entire body perpetually.
Beuus' voice could still be heard, though now resonating from Jezebel's own thoughts. (Now, the Necromancer and Sorcerers of the Grand Mortuary are holding a little shin dig, eh? We shall attend.)
"B-but I am not invited! They never invite me to stuff like that, and it doesn't even start for another hour and a half."
(Yes, I am sure no ones ever crashed one of their parties before. A quarter of the people there probably wouldn't have been invited. And I already have an idea in mind to kill some time...)
Beuus moved, using her body. Jezebel could resist but even in the form of a dress Beuus had physical power equal to hers, so it would be inadvisable to resist his will. He operated her like a puppet as they left the tower. Being a devil of mid overall ranking, it took a lot of power to allow him to cross into our world, so puppeteering naive humans was the only way he could normally hope to interact with our side of reality. To get more power Necromancers needed to sacrifice people, things, or their own body parts- anything of value, the greater the value the more power they gained back. Those sacrifices were for the spirits of past Necromancers that had sacrificed more than they could afford, not demons. Demons simply wanted energy to sustain themselves, life energy- or in this case, sexual. Jezebel's offering had been barely enough to wake Beuus from dormancy, which meant he needed to somehow find more offerings on his own or return to being dormant while already hungry. His initial frustration with her was understandable- she put him in a awkward and potentially dangerous situation. The human Beuus was born from originally is long dead, so without outside energy he will cease to exist, he has no host.
Beuus walked Jezebel to the large park at the rear of the half-circular structure. The grounds were huge and well kept, and the structure very ornate as Necromancers were regarded as doctors of sorts. Able to bring back fairly recent corpses, and stitch together bodies that through any other means would be well beyond repair. The park was pretty populated as most here were done with classes for the day, and Jezebel got quite a few glances for her appearance. Thanks to the ball to celebrate the death of a professor that was starting soon, there was a few well dressed people here and there, so she didn't stand out too much. Beuus waited deliberately till she walked past a young man before squeezing her breasts, but especially tugging and squeezing simultaneously on her nipples, causing Jezebel to moan out loud! She blushed furiously as the man quickly cocked a brow and looked at her. She tried to not acknowledge it but Beuus forced her to turn toward him and threatened to extend the thorns inside the collar if she did not smile. She kept walking though and Beuus did not stop that. Now Jezebel was afraid of just what Beuus was planning to do with her. She was completely trapped inside him, the only thing he didn't have direct control of was her face and voice, but he could hurt her badly if she disobeyed even still. There was an odd synchronization however between them on a level Jezebel could not begin to properly describe. For some reason, she knew he would never willingly harm her. Beuus looked out for himself primarily at all times, but this woman with a hollow heart was something of a rarity, and he wouldn't at all mind keeping this toy.
They walked to the nearby fountain. The center of it was a well endowed man, peeing perpetually with a slight look of desperation on his face. Rumor had it that the fountain was originally bare, and the statue was formerly a man of flesh and blood, cursed to this form by the head mistress. Jezebel fidgeted a bit as her close proximity to it reminded her how long it had been since she last went to the bathroom. She became nervous and tense as Beuus' chuckle immediately revealed his intention. The tongue in her vagina started to press back toward the opening, and forward deeper in! The front of the dress skirt parted just slightly in anticipation and he forced her to step forward right to the edge of the fountain basin. Jezebel shook her head and clenched shut her passage as hard as she could. The female g spot was tangled around the same system that controlled bladder release, so it was near impossible to activate one without the other at least a bit, and Beuus' tongue was working deep enough and pressing accurately enough to badger the bladder almost directly! Jezebel looked around, trying to make it look like she wasn't as to call as little attention to herself as possible. She luckily did not see anyone at least in her immediate vision that was looking at her, because her resistance of Beuus did not last long. He made sure to angle her so we wouldn't sully his dress. Thanks to the sound of the fountain already, the sound she made was swallowed up, but just as she started to think she had actually evaded embarrassment,- Jezebel was finishing when she spotted a little boy gawking at her from the side. Luckily the woman leading him around did not look, and Jezebel tried to dash as far from the scene as possible when the boy started to tug on the woman's sleeve to ask what he just saw.
Beuus chuckled at Jezebel's heightened heart rate. (Don't have a heart attack now, girl. Tell you what, who is a guy you think is handsome? Besides that pompous ass Noea.)
Jezebel shrugged- there was a lot of good looking people at the Grand Mortuary, except a few higher ranked Necromancers who sacrificed bits of their own body for power and just reanimated other body parts to replace their own- not always even from the same species. Looking around the area now more to the side than from the middle of it, Jezebel pointed to a young man clearly dressed in preparation of the celebration. Alexandre, a smooth talking snake in the grass, he originally put the idea in her head and talked her up to shooting for Noea. He did this, of course, knowing she would fail so he could chuckle at her expense with his friends over how hopeless she was. Jezebel never held anything against him, because she was still going for Noea, and when she got him wouldn't Alex be surprised then? Beuus scanned the area looking for somewhere more private. The only place really was in the small bathroom building or, behind it. A wall of trees cut off the grounds from the outside street but it was thin. The bathroom building was not up against it though, there was a strip of grass that ran behind it that was sheltered from outside eyes from most angles, so that would do. He walked her behind the building and told her he would make a few modifications to her, and she would REALLY be ready for the party, and would be able to bang Alexandre for a one-time deal. Jezebel quickly said no and denied wanting to play along but Beuus dismissed her right away and she put up no more resistance, because she denied simply because it was embarrassing. She liked the idea of getting a little action, but this wasn't the way! Jezebel thought he was going to make modifications to the dress, but she felt weird herself. A pressure built in her lower spine and then a sort of cramping itch as she squirmed in place. She thrust her midriff forward quickly in surprise as several of the strings binding the back of the dress tight burst open letting out two flesh wings! The looked frail and wrinkly, but she flexed them a bit and with a single beat of the wings the pink membrane stretched out properly, and the black leathery backsides stiffened in the open air. Wait- flex them?! Why can Jezebel move Beuus' wings?! They joined to the lower back, and while they were large, they are not so large as to allow her flight- these were succubus wings! She moved one around her side and felt the flesh, it was stiff and bumpy on the back but silky soft on the front, inner membrane. She could feel the wing and feel FROM the wing!
She still felt odd as the muscles in her hands twitched on their own as she seen claws lengthen and Peirce the ends of her gloves, and she trembled and squirmed at the sensation of her spine lengthening. She felt as though her entire spine was momentarily a separate thing from her, writhing around under her skin as a long but narrow tail slipped out the back, just a bit longer than the dress skirt- and it ended in a spade tip.
(Just making a few changes. He will find them sexy, don't worry about that. Of course, everyone else will see you as a freak but, meh, can't win them all.) He grinned inwardly as he could feel her muscles tighten with worry. (I guess the real issue is that, everyone knows you couldn't have done this yourself. They will know someone else did it to you. That you were their toy.)
"Beuus stop! T-turn me back please!" Jezebel paled as she felt an outward pressure in her groin and sudden friction on the 'panties'.
Beuus chuckled. (Turn you back? Who said these were temporary changes? Its already in effect girl, better get used to them. Especially since you'll be strutting that tainted body around in front of everyone soon.)
Jezebel shook her head in disbelief and mouthed the word 'no' as she seen the bulge forming on the front of the skirt, and could feel the rubbing against it on the inside! She wearily lifted the skirt in the front, bunching it in her hands at the hip to see a huge penis jutting from her! It was black and leathery at he base but tapered quickly to bright bubblegum pink with only a few tiny stray dots of black. The corona was broader than a normal human penis and almost slightly upturned like an exaggerated 'helmet head'. The edges of the glans were also lined with rounded but firm bumps! She could feel the throbbing of its veins, and her hand wrapped around its upper length. It felt so good, but that only emphasized to her she had been tuned into a monster against her will! It wasn't so much even the changes that bothered her, it was the fact she didn't make them- someone else changed her body! Her eyes narrowed at the base of the cock though. It had no balls to accompany it, and it jutted from where her clit would be, except it didn't push the dress away- it grew from the dress!
"This isn't me, its you!"
Beuus burst into hearty laughter for a good long minute. (Oh but you should have seen yourself! You looked like you were going to piss yourself. Good thing I emptied you out already.)
"B-but why can I move them...and feel them?"
(You underestimate how deep into your body I am currently wedged. Our nervous systems are partially wired together at the moment. Alexandre took amusement in fucking you over metaphorically. So let's fuck him over literally.)
Beuus told her to approach Alex and come on strong, she could lure him back to the same spot behind the bathroom after. She was blushing a bit and very nervous. The tail was mostly hidden under the skirt and the cock went to a half chub to prevent an obvious bulge. The wings folded down and hugged the skirt to almost look like a part of it. Beuus made sure to walk her up to him picking her approach carefully so she stood in the man's shadow. Jezebel started rather awkwardly but Beuus grew the rear tongue even longer, working its way deeper into her butt making her squirm a bit, flush red in the face and hasten her approach with Alex, if for no other reason than to make Beuus stop. To help her along, Beuus forced her arms back behind her, which in turn projected her chest out on display, and the muscle ribbing inside the chest squeezed the bottoms, forcing her cleavage to bulge out the opening a bit. Alex both enjoyed the view and was amused she would come onto him like this, he would take her for a ride and then brush her off to go to the party- sounded like an ideal night to him! Beuus wasn't here to allow Jezebel to be used by a rat like this though- the demon was the only one allowed to use her now! The edges of Jezebel's shadow were momentarily bordered by hateful orange runes that spread into Alex's shadow before vanishing unnoticed by the mortals. Already at half mast, Alex's penis went to diamond stiffness instantly, which quickly turned to a painful tightness! He didn't just want Jezebel- he NEEDED her! He grabbed her by the waist like a dog trying to hump its master's leg, but she backed out a bit to lure him to the hiding spot. Jezebel was still quite embarrassed but now also a bit giddy, being able to just pick and take down a guy she likes on the spot.
Even out of the public view, doing this outside in broad daylight had her heart hammering. The veins on his cock throbbed rock hard and his glans turned purpled with need. He unzipped and pulled his pants down a ways and then reached out to pull up her skirt but Beuus made Jezebel grab his wrists and hold him. She went in for a quick kiss and then pilled back a bit in hesitation, trying to force him to return it, and he did. While he kissed her the skirt of the dress opened in the front and the cock returned to nearly full mast, retaining just enough sponginess as to not immediately rip the guy open. He broke the kiss and his eyes went wide in shock, but he didn't have time to actually protest as Jezebel entered him sneakily while he was distracted. Still holding his wrists she forcefully moved his hands to his side and thrust into him, with his back against the wall. Jezebel was only half in control, being coaxed to pin his hands, but completely puppeteered into thrusting in, Beuus used her impulsive squirming from the two tongues in her to get her to thrust. He could simply force her normally, but it was much more fun this way. Only a third of the huge cock could comfortably fit inside Alex, but the thrusting increased in strength quickly, and started to cram a bit more, and a bit more. He was feeling mighty full on the inside by the time she got half the monster into him. The bumps that lined the head dragged on the inside and the shaft dragged across his prostate making him moan. He was too horny to think about the situation properly, it was happening too fast for him to question why Jezebel had a penis and was fucking him instead of the other way around, and each thrust felt too good for him to speak any understandable sounds other than grunts. Jezebel enjoyed the feeling, and Beuus mimicked the motion inside of her with the tongue that writhed in her pussy. She also enjoyed her view- Alex's firm abs and his furiously rigid cock bouncing against her stomach, and twitching with each pass over his prostate. She could see his heart beat within each near-bursting vein webbed across his shaft. Being a lot less shy about punishing him for his attitude against Jezebel in the past- when Beuus detected them getting close he made a move. Beuus force Jezebel in deeper. Alex's moans now were half in pain as the cock forced itself deeper, his prostate was being demolished and he was forced to orgasm almost instantly but because of the tremendous pressure, nothing could come out of his cock! More and more of the monstrous shaft was forced into him as the bulge visible in his gut became bigger and more defined. Jezebel's mouth hung open from the sensation bombarding her- she was at the point of orgasm but Beuus held her on the edge, so she continued to ride at her height till the entire giant cock was in Alex, and then allowed her to explode in orgasm as Beuus whispered to her 'cum, if you enjoy being a toy'.
With hardly any time to recover, Beuus had her on the move again. They let down Alex, as he was completely passed out, whether from pain or pleasure Beuus cared little. He had devoured the sexual energy from their romp as well as a chunk of Alex's life energy, so he wasn't going to wake for a good long while and Beuus was a bit more satisfied. The huge cock went flaccid and the tissue pulled apart into strands as it softened and they retracted back into the dress, causing the phallus to vanish entirely.
Jezebel seen he was marching her to the party. "I can walk on my own you know..."
(I know, but it is better this way. You have been too reserved so I need to help you fix this situation. I agree though- it is much better if you follow my commands instead of just being puppeteered.)
Jezebel arrived at the party not to long after most arrived so conversations were still fresh and people were just starting to warm up the ball room floor. Couples in elegant attire danced and twirled to the calm rhythmic music under the twinkling light from ornate crystal chandeliers. There was a huge arched staircase on either side of the later half of the huge ball room that went up to the second level, where the higher ranked stood and spoke among themselves and looked down on the rest, people looking down onto the animals of a petting zoo. Noea was not yet present among them, he would arrive fashionable late as usual. Beuus wasted no time, once Jezebel downed a cup of punch of her own will, he had her on the ball room floor. She was the only one dancing solo, and Beuus prevented her from leaving yet offered no help dancing. Jezebel had no idea how to dance and it was terribly awkward. One by one people stopped to look at her with a mix of putty and disgust that Jezebel was even allowed into this event. Jezebel nearly fell over, swooping suddenly as her dance started to take on more elegance but not intentionally.
She whispered to Beuus so no other would hear. "W-what are you doing!?"
(Teaching you how to dance my dear. Close your eyes entirely. Tell me what you feel. Move to the feeling.)
Her swooping and twirling was a result of a blend of influence from the momentum she already had, and the feeling of the millions of fingers that lined the inner dress. They were caressing her very softly and with the same rhythm as the music. Without the influence of her sight as she closed her eyes, she told him it felt like she was falling. Falling into an ocean of cool, soft sheets, so soft and gentle that she fell past them endlessly. The improvement and boldness of her dance did nothing to turn attention from her however, and only called more attention if anything. The dance floor half cleared out in fear of colliding with her when they seen her eyes weren't even open. Her eyes shot open quickly enough though when she heard Noea call down to her.
He stood leaned over the top railing of the second level, calling Jezebel with an agitated tone, and diverted unwanted eyes with a glare. He did not want to be seen with her but he also didn't want her loose on the party. She dashed upstairs momentarily forgetting she wore Beuus. The demon had gone silent, and his caress had ceased the moment Noea's voice called out. Jezebel rushed to his side with a beaming smile of anticipation, while Noea clearly felt nothing but annoyance.
"I can't believe you got out of that. Your hands were bound! Ugh, I don't even want to know how you managed it."
Her smile dimmed but did not leave. "But I did! I knew I could prove myself! Now we can hang out here at the party. I promise I won't get in your way, I just want to be around you and get to know you better is all."
"Don't make promises you cannot keep. And you can't be seen with me HERE! Geeze what are you thinking. Look, a deal is a deal, you can be near me between classes, or I guess walking to and from the dorms. Preferably no talking. Now that I think about it more, there is a good deal of time spent going to and from places...you should be grateful."
Her smile became a shadow of its former self. "Oh...OK. Well, I guess that's alright. AH!"
Her dress suddenly fell away to ashes, leaving her entirely nude on the second level of the party! She quickly tried to cover herself with her hands and her face turned beet red. Noea just looked away and shook his head at her. Ash started to materialise out of the air and spiral together into the middle of the roof of the huge chamber. Everyone looked up as it started to heat up, and at the center of the spiral the ashes ignited into live embers, forming the hovering vision of Beuus' eye! Noea did not have the chance to speak up again, for when he looked down at the pain in his chest he seen only a demon's hand formed of shadows, clutching his severed heart through a gaping hole in his torso. Tossing the still throbbing heart away- Beuus' ashes entered Noea's body though mouth and nose and in the no longer bleeding hole, a solid black heart formed where a humans had once been. His eyes tuned black with golden iris, his hair grew a bit longer and his nails to claws. A single ribbed horn grew from his right temple and arched around the side of his head, ending in a large outward hook off the back. It was no longer Noea, it was now Beuus. Devouring nearly the entirety of the human's soul and stealing his mortal body allowed him to manifest and remain in the human realm. With a gesture from his hand he restored Jezebel's original clothing to her, and quickly wrapped and arm around her lower back and took her other hand to interlace their fingers. Leading, Beuus started to dance with her. Jezebel did not know what to think, and looked embarrassed to the gawking people of the silenced party. No one moved. Their faces were frozen in horrified reaction to Noea being killed, they were unable to move now, sealed by Beuus' unchained power.
"You look confused my dear. We had fun, did we not? You are a wonderful pet, and that Noea was a horrid fellow. You chased him nearly to oblivion simply because you needed something to try for. But why not me?"
"Huh?"
Beuus kissed her deeply, slipping a hand under her shirt to cup a bare breast and squeeze an erect nipple between his ring and middle finger. Without breaking the kiss he knelt her down and pulled out his cock and balls out. Jezebel was flushed red and breathless from it all, shaking her head in uncertainty and embarrassment. No one could move but Jezebel and Beuus, but they could all still see, and hear. Beuus dismissed her reluctance at their expense and gently pushed her down to enter her. She cooed at the sensation, and her pussy clenched and moistened at the thought that while it was Beuus using it, it was technically Noea's dick in her! He picked up his pace quickly, and grabbed her thighs to steady her against his aggressive thrusts. With no bra, even with her shirt still on her breasts rocked and bounced wildly as she was laying almost completely back. She moaned breathlessly and found herself mesmerised watching him thrusting into her. The hole stopped bleeding, but it never healed shut- she could clearly see the black heart inside his chest, throbbing. That heart held not hate but mercy for her, it actually tried to reach out to her. She had chased and fought to gain others' hearts, but this was the first to fight for her. They climaxed together as everyone else fell to the floor, having their paralysis suddenly removed.
Jezebel groaned contentedly. "I'm...yours."
Beuus just smiled. "I know." |
Unfiltered Science
Jenna whistled softly to herself, the making a few minor adjustments to the inner workings of her console. Today was the day that she would make it into all the textbooks. She had managed to make it work on a small scale, but this was the first teleportation device in all of the world that would be able to transmit something between two points at the speed of light.
Unfortunately both points had to be contained inside specially constructed circles, which had to be linked to the same control console. But the fact of the matter was that it worked. She had moved a chair from one side of the barn to the other yesterday afternoon, and now she was going to test it on a living creature of decent size.
Her test subject, a placid, friendly stallion named Red, was currently chewing hay nearby. She just had to put the finishing touches on the reconstruction calibration sequence and Red would be ready to become the first non-rodent to undergo true teleportation.
Though apparently something in Jenna's whistling was something again to the 'come here' signal he'd been trained with, and the Clydesdale began to trot towards the circle. Jenna quickly closed the panel and darted over to the horse, who had begun to step into the circle. The outer edges of the platform had sensitive circuitry that wouldn't take well to being stepped on by a two thousand pound horse.
In her haste Jenna didn't notice that her sleeve cuff caught on the activation level, and pulled it into the on position. "Shoo! Shoo!" she called to the horse, waving him back. Red stepped into the circle, thankfully missing the outer edge.
Jenna stepped into the circle, grabbing the horse by the reins, trying to make him back up to avoid breaking the delicate electronics. She heard the soft whine of the electrical charge building up in the machine, her eyes widening.
"Come on! Get off, you stupid horse! I don't have an idea what's going to happen with you half off and half on!" Jenna scolded, she only had ten seconds before the teleporter activated.
"Dammit." she said under her breath, pulling Red forward onto the pad. Apparently deciding Jenna was playing some sort of game, Red decided to back up a step and stop, his forelegs still inside the teleportation area, and his head most definitely in the way.
"Dammit, dammit, dammit." Jenna muttered, shoving him back, which only made him move forward, knocking the human onto her butt. She got back to her feet and tugged on Red's reins.
"Come on in here you big ugly... woooph!" Jenna sputtered as Red nosed her, hard. Shoving her off balance. She grabbed his reins to steady herself, not knowing how long exactly was left before the teleporter went off, not wanting to land partially in an partially out.
"You stupid horse!" she scolded, just as the circle lit up. There was a bright flash of light and both human and horse disappeared entirely.
-o-
A moment later Jenna reappeared inside the other circle, Red's bridle around her neck, the bit in her mouth.
"Blech, horse slobber." she said, spitting it out and tossing it aside, immediately turning her head towards the original circle. No blood or horse bits around. So either Red had suffered complete molecular discorporation, or the teleporter had kicked him out in some seemingly random place. Probably the latter.
She'd never had a molecular discorporation in any of her testing. If there was a part of the object grounded to the circle itself, it usually got shunted out somewhere with the the teleporter's range, with the limited power it had, that was about 20 miles north or south, following the Earth's magnetic field. If it wasn't grounded, the part inside the circle got pulled along, while the rest of it stayed where it was.
Red had been standing inside the circle, so he'd likely have been thrown somewhere else by the teleporter. Bah, he was tagged properly, and it wasn't like he'd been missed. Red had belong to the ex-husband of Jenna's sister Sheryl, who cared for the beast only because it had been left of the farm when Edger had taken off with his secretary down to Vegas. Which was why Jenna was allowed to use him as a test subject.
She was watching over the farm while Sheryl was in town showing off her horses. It was the only place within an easy drive that she could set up the teleportation system inside a building, and have a large animal subject nearby without drawing attention.
Jenna sighed and walked over to the teleporter, shutting it down all the way. No doubt she'd be getting a call in the next few days about Red nibbling on flowers in somebody's garden. She sighed again, Jenna would have to bring in another test subject after she'd looked over all the data and recalibrated the machine for the mass of one of the milk cows, which had also been a project of Edgar's that Sheryl didn't want to carry on.
She'd fix the lever tomorrow, flip it around, and maybe devise a way to lock it in place so that she'd have to press a button or something that had to be pressed before it could be flipped on. Meh. She had one last chore to attend to, then it was time for dinner. It would take awhile for the data to compile, some time tomorrow afternoon. Plus tinkering with the machine, fixing the activation lever, getting the power settings right for the lighter bovine.
Too much or too little power, and you had flickers. Too little and the subject was in a half phased sort of limbo, partially at both sites, before the power gave out and returned the destination matter back to the original point, where the subject would phase back together. Too much and there would be extra power that would cause the subject to phase out and back in, which would be a problem only if they walked through something while they were out of sync with reality.
Thankfully there was a 200 pound safety margin, and at a demure 120, Jenna ought to be safe from phasing. It didn't even cross her mind that she was the first human being to teleport, all that she thought about was the accidental activation of the machine, and the fact that her test subject was gone due to such a screw up. She was sorely disappointed as she went to clean out the horse stalls.
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"Well, Amber, stall's nice and clean." Jenna said pleasantly to the tan mare, patting her flank. The mare was placed aside from the rest of the horses due to her heat, Sheryl was breeding her with a particular stallion, or artificially inseminating her, or something, Jenna wasn't too interested in horses fucking.
Jenna sneezed violently, and suddenly she felt funny, like a whole new world of scent had opened up before her. She could smell the barnyard animals all around her, the fresh hay on the ground and... mmm... something pleasant and musky that went right to her crotch.
She left the stall in a bit of a daze, latching it behind her, the pitchfork in her hand. She felt hot, wet, horny, incredibly horny all of a sudden. She needed to fuck, and fuck bad. Jenna collapsed onto a bench nearby, unbuckling her belt and sliding her jeans and panties down around her ankles. She was sopping wet all of a sudden.
Her mind was filled with lust, and since it was at hand, she took the handle of the pitch fork and pushed it gently into herself, laying down on the bench, legs spread, the tool resting on the bench as well, allowing Jenna to easily work the smooth wooden handle in and out of herself.
She moaned loudly, knowing there was no one around to hear except for the horses, and they didn't care. Jenna mmmed happily as she began rubbing slow circles around her clit with her other hand. She had long since discovered all the ways to press her own buttons properly, it happened when you were a workaholic without much of a social life, and spent your Friday nights and weekends staring at computer monitors until the wee hours of the morning.
Hmm... her clitty felt funny, a bit larger than she remember, thicker. But it did feel so very nice when she touched it. Probably just felt funny due to a lack of attention, she had worked herself into exhaustion the past few weeks, making sure everything was just right with the device, she hadn't really taken the time to get to know herself. So it was no surprise that with the stress of the machine out of the way, her lust would come crashing down on her.
Jenna suddenly felt like everything jumped. She had gasped, taking in a breath, and had suddenly been without air for a moment. Everything felt a little different then it had the moment before, the positioning of her shirt and bra, her feet in her boots, her position on the bench, the pitchfork handle inside of her, and feelings from her clit had gotten a little bit stronger.
But her thoughts of the strangeness were quickly drowned in a deluge of pleasure as she climaxed, a blazing, white hot sensation greater than any she had ever felt before. She felt a sticky wetness flowing over her hands, coating her thighs, and making the pitchfork rather gooey as well.
She had never done that before. Giggling, Jenna removed her boots, then her wet and sticky overall and panties, putting her boots back on before walking to a spigot nearby to wash off the pitchfork's handle. No need to leave it all gross and sticky when she'd have to use it tomorrow.
A butt naked stroll from the barn to the house sent Jenna into another giggle fit. She was really enjoying herself this afternoon. She thought about dinner, but found herself to be not very hungry at all, and a little achy all over for some reason. Maybe an effect of the teleportation, being held in flux by an electrical field made some of the nerves fire while phased out, resulting in muscle fatigue?
Meh, she'd think about it tomorrow. She stripped on her way up the stairs, stuffed her clothing into the clothes hamper, hopped in the shower, and went to bed. Her body seeming to operate on auto-pilot, as she felt a little out of touch with things. She remembered doing those things, but couldn't quite remember anything happening between them.
Probably just the stress and fatigue. And maybe the suppressed shock of being teleported. That was probably it. Her emotions seemed a bit flat regarding the whole thing. A sort of emotional detachment might've sunken in. Her mind plodding along as normal, but her body wasn't fooled by the mind's act of rationality.
Sleep. Everything would be better after some sleep.
Jenna yawned and snuggled under the covers, sleeping naked, as usual.
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The scientist awoke the next morning, feeling quite good. Her dreams had been... interesting, and erotic, as the moist bedsheets could attest to. They had been more of feelings than actual images, feelings of freedom, of the wind blowing through her hair, and later of sweet, warm, gooey sex. Filling and being filled, male and female, mounting and mounted at the same time.
She stripped the sheets from the bed, using them to clean herself off, gasping softly as the fabric rubbed over her sex. It felt so very sensitive. She reached down and felt her netherlips, they felt swollen and puffy to the touch. But they didn't hurt, they were just a little tender.
Jenna ignored her eager sex, going through her morning routine to get ready for the day. She felt great, like she could run for miles and not get tired. Despite her soreness and lethargy the previous night, Jenna felt ready and eager to get moving. After getting her business done in the bathroom and brushing her teeth, she began to get dressed.
She went with something simple and loose, a plain skirt and t-shirt. Though she had a bit of trouble getting her bra on. For some reason she couldn't get it to clasp, it just wouldn't reach. She sighed and tossed it aside, trying another, to the same result.
"Well, nothing to do but go without then." Jenna said with a snort, pulling on her shirt. It also felt a little tight. Jenna rolled her eyes and went to look in the mirror.
"Am I gaining weight, or retaining water, or what?" she muttered to herself, turning to the side and looking in the mirror. The shirt clung to her body tightly, it had been snug before, but now it hugged her frame rather nicely.
Though come to think of it, all her clothes felt a little bit tighter. Was that a result of the teleporter, or was she just gaining... gaining...
Jenna found herself licking her lips, fascinated by her reflection. She looked so sexy, tight t-shirt, erect nipples easily visible. Cute face, smooth pale skin, red hair pulled back into a ponytail. Jenna found that she really wanted to fuck herself. Not masturbation, an actual double of herself to press up against, to press her lips against, pull the shirt over her double's head and grab those luscious, beautiful breasts. Press up against her and... and...
She shook her head, banishing the strange, lustful thoughts from her mind. She was horny as hell, but she had chores to do. Hopefully some good, hard work would knock it right out of her system.
The fact that she'd missed a second meal, and didn't feel the least bit hungry never occurred to Jenna, who walked out the back door of the house, heading for the stables. One step out the back door and she ran right into a wall of black and white horse flesh. Or at least a barricade.
"Samsom!" Jenna scolded. The stallion was Sheryl's favorite horse, not because he was particularly pretty, or exemplifying the qualities of a particular breed, in fact the horse was an accidental mixture of breeds. But he had a fun, and somewhat obnoxious personality. He had figure out the gate's latch on the fence just outside the barn. He usually met Sheryl every morning for breakfast, the gate always closed behind him so the other horses wouldn't wander out.
The horse nickered softly and nibbled on the hem of Jenna's skirt, looking for the treats Sheryl usually kept in her pockets.
"No, nothing for you in there. You're getting a bit porky." Jenna said, petting Samson's head.
The horse stuck his nose underneath Jenna's skirt, and flipped it upward.
"Hey!" Jenna giggled, patting her skirt down, "Stop that!"
Samson leaned his head down and seemed prepared to do it again, when he paused, his tongue pressing against her already somewhat damp panties, making her shiver as it ran over her swollen lips and slightly aching clit. That also felt funny, like it had grown since last night as well. And not by a little, but by a lot.
Jenna backed up a step, a dull, lustful haze settling over her. She blinked a few times, reaching into her panties, gasping as a powerful pleasure shot through her as she felt her clit. It was definitely bigger, as big around as a quarter, and as long as her thumb. Almost like it was a small cock. It even felt hard.
Just like it had the previous night, things seemed to jump. The small length in her hand seemed to rocket outward, straining at her panties, filling her hand. Her clothes felt even tighter, her boots getting in on the act as well.
Her eyes widened and she dropped to her knees, shaky legs no longer wanting to support her. She pulled up her skirt and leaned back, unable to see over her somewhat larger breasts. Jenna gasped at what she saw. It was eight inches long, thick, black, and had a blunt, trumpet shaped tip. She had a horse cock between her legs!
She gave it a tug, unable to acknowledge what she saw. It didn't come off, in fact it sent an electric thrill of pleasure through her body, thick precum oozing from the tip. The slick black flesh glistened deliciously in the morning sun. Jenna found her mouth uncomfortably full of saliva, virtually drooling over her new cock. She wanted it in her mouth, wanted to suck on it, wanted to pump her thick seed down her own throat.
A pained cry forced its way from her throat as she bent forward, she couldn't reach it. She just wasn't flexible enough. She could get so tantalizingly close, close enough to smell it, to feel its heat, her tongue was so close, but despite all she could do, it was still an inch away.
Samson's whinny drew her attention. Jenna looked up and found herself eye level with a big, black, hard, slick horse cock. Much bigger than her own. She giggled and grinned, scooting herself under the magnificent beast. She wrapped one hand around her cock, and one hand around his. Samson was far too big to take into her mouth, so she had to be content with stroking and licking.
Her attention was rewarded with a thick jet of pre. It was too much to go into her mouth, so it dripped down her chin and onto her shirt, making it cling to her breasts. Jenna delighted in the feeling, enjoying being covered in warm, sticky horse juices. Her hand moved up and down her own prick in a blur, making her moan and gasp with each twinge of new, exotic, erotic sensation.
Suddenly she found herself with a face full of horse cum, Samson erupting into her face, it went up her nose, in her mouth, oozing downward to soak her shirt even more. Jenna opened her mouth wide, tongue out, wanting to capture all she could of the wonderful, tasty, sweet seed. There was far too much for her to take, for each mouthful she swallowed, another three oozed down onto her body.
The slick cum dripped down onto her own cock, lubricating her hand's passage. Jenna dropped down onto her back, erect black nipples standing out against the strained white fabric of her t-shirt. She seized one of the cum covered orbs in her hand, squeezing tightly.
A loud whinny escaped from her throat as she climaxed, back arching, hips extended, thick ropes of semen arcing through the air, and splattering on her tits and face. The power of the sheer physical pleasure overwhelmed her, threatened to drag her down into an abyss, pulling hungrily at her wanting her to submit.
Jenna wasn't sure she could resist it, but she didn't have to. For at that moment, everything jumped again.
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The straw poking at her rump caused Jenna to stir, blinking her eyes, taking a deep breath. She smelled strongly of sex, sweet, wonderful horse sex. The scent of male pleasure wafting up from her entire body it seemed. She felt clean, mostly, but a slight sticky film remained. Jenna put a hand to her head, not remembering washing herself off, or getting to the stables, which was where she was.
She found herself laying in a bed of straw in one of the empty stalls. She felt strange, a little dizzy. And she had to pee. Jenna pulled herself up and quickly made her way to the stable bathroom. She put a hand against the wall, and pulled back her skirt with the other, using her ring and pinkie fingers to direct the flow.
It wasn't until she was done shaking off that she realized that she was peeing standing up, and not only that, but she'd done it instinctively. She knew she wasn't supposed to have a cock. She knew that if she did, it certainly shouldn't be horse like. But it just felt right, completely natural, like she'd had it her entire life.
Jenna tucked it back into her panties, flushed, put the lid down, and looked at herself in the mirror of the sink. She should have been shocked at what she saw, but she was still filled with that sense of complete normalcy. Her face was flatter, her mouth and nose pushing out a bit. Her ears were definitely higher on her head, and had a smoother look to them, halfway between human and horse ears.
Her t-shirt, which had started out as snug on her small frame, left nothing to the imagination. She was definitely larger, and a great deal more muscular. Her frame had filled out considerably.
The sight of herself in the mirror was getting her horny again. Jenna pulled herself away from the mirror and sat down on the toilet, trying to figure out what exactly had happened. It had definitely been the teleporter. Somehow she had merged with Red, or was in the process of doing so. It seemed to be taking place on both a physical and mental level. Red had been a boy horse, and part of him was seeping into her own mind, which made it seem perfectly normal. Her physical and mental ratio of human to horse was probably equal, so it didn't feel strange to her at all.
Jenna sighed, holding her head in her hands, noticing her fingernails. They had turned black and grown thicker. She wasn't sure what to do. She knew she ought to be panicking, or getting help, or studying the data that the teleporter had compiled so far. But she couldn't work up the sense of urgency to do any of it.
She didn't like, or dislike, her changing body. It did feel good, powerful, muscular, busty, and boy did sex sure ever feel wonderful. She felt herself growing aroused again. Her cock straining at her panties.
Jenna mmmed softly and freed her cock from its pink cotton prison. It was bigger than the last time she'd played with it, both in size and proportion. Her cock reached nearly to her breasts. The human-horse licked her lips and opened them wide, leaning down to engulf her shaft.
Then things skipped again, and she was suddenly in the barn bathroom's tub, back against one side of the tub, her rump pressed up against the other, her legs dangling over the edges, the position making it easier for her to cram more and more of her cock into her muzzled mouth and throat. She had also grabbed a shampoo bottle and toilet plunger.
The bottle was crammed in her ass, while she found herself fucking herself eagerly with the plunger. She had her shirt half pulled up, her thick, black nipple pinched between her fingers. She felt her muscles tighten, her body erupt with wonderful, delicious pleasure and then...
Things skipped once again.
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Jenna mmmed softly beneath the covers. She snuggled up against her pillow and blinked her eyes a few times. Her cock throbbed with the sensation of morning wood. The human-horse sat up in bed, pulling the covers away, looking down at her altered body. Things had changed. Things had change a lot.
First of all there was the board muzzle that occupied the lower portion of her vision. Second there was the soft, short fur that covered her body, perfect Clydesdale coloration. Her hands were fine, the only oddity being that her nails now covered all of the last joint and were solid black. Her legs were decidedly horse-like, and ended in large hooves, rather than feet.
Thankfully the ache in her loins that had been present earlier was gone. Though she was a little horny, she wasn't overwhelmingly so. She looked to be a perfect blend of human and horse. Judging by the way that she sort of slipped over the end of the bed when she stretched out, Jenna judged herself to be about seven feet in height.
A pair of black soccer shorts rested on the bedpost, so Jenna pulled them on as she got up. They were a tight fit, but they worked to cover up her naughty bits. She was also rather amused to find that she had a tail. There was something in one of the pockets, but the shorts were so tight, Jenna had to pull them off to get at the item.
It was a few pieces of folded paper, diagrams and notations on them. Jenna recognized her own handwriting, but not the content. At least not right away. But the data slowly sunk in. The figures leading from one to the other, showing the teleport circle, a box and a circle with squiggles representing a human, and a larger, and horizontally places pair of boxes with squiggles representing a horse.
Human in the circle, horse partially in and partially out, arrow over to the other circle, just a human there, but with what looked like a balloon filled with stars tied to her. Human stick figure walking around, a little bulge in the cord between her and the balloon. Bulge gets to the stick figure, stick figure grows a cock.
That would explain it! Due to Red having more than half his mass outside the circle, his rematerialization pattern degraded, and thus his entire mass becoming unassigned to a pattern. Though a second pattern was present in the bio-electrical signature of Jenna's body, when she'd accidentally been teleported along, to which the horse's matter was trying to consolidate around, thus altering Jenna's own pattern.
But bringing out of phase matter into phase required energy and... ah! Right on the next page. Circle traveling down the cord into Jenna, a few small stars leaking out of the balloon. Ah, so matter was being converted to energy, to allow an amount of the remaining matter to phase in.
Now some mathematics. The phasing periods were growing longer, meaning that more and more of Jenna's pattern matched that of Red, allowing more mass to seep in, and making her body more horse like. The phase periods were getting longer, and seemed to be triggered by increased bio-electrical activity. Stress, sex, climax especially.
On the third page there were some notes, calculating Jen's mass and the percentage, approximately, that she was of human and horse. With the next phasing period she would be more horse than human, and her mind would begin to weaken in both phase states.
Jen blinked, two phase states? She continued on with the notes, it appeared that one would mentally rise upward out of a bestiality state, while the other would phase in at the mental peak, but degenerate into more instinctive behavior. Using the teleport console's pattern recognition it would be possible to 'lock' Jenna's pattern, and keep it held between the two phase states. Held in that state with a non-phase-grounded lifeform, the entirety of the mass could be shunted off into forming around the more solid phase pattern of the ungrounded creature, rather than Jenna, who would be in phase flux. It would have to, basically, start over in converting Jenna to a quadrupedal creature.
She would change a bit more, but she would retain her humanoid state and mentality. It had to be something of size enough to swap the remaining half ton of mass with, and it could be an equine species. So that left one of the milk cows. Experimentation by Jenna's phase 2 consciousness apparently had resulted in a few other finds about the merging process. If the larger creature were the grounded on, the hybridization would talk place during the first out of phase state, meaning the teleportation itself.
There was also notes speculating on how the individual phase patterns could be perserved by the use of an electronic device to prevent cross-mass transfer in the future. But the notes were scratchy, the writing looking like her own when she was tired.
The process would be easy enough to set up on the console, just a matter of event programming that would take all of five minutes. Jenna's hooves clopped loudly on the wooden stairs as she raced down them, heading to the barn that had become her lab.
Good, everything was as she'd left it. She typed the code sequence on the console, finding that she was just at home with her now larger form's fingers on the keyboard as she'd been normally. It all seemed instinctive, the muscle movements and memory translating perfectly. The horse hybrid bit her tongue, as she felt the arousal building inside of her again. She needed to stay lucid long enough to get her pattern secured in the system. She found a new file on the system, instructions for the computer to take and store a set pattern until the next use of the teleportation system. It had a diagnostic and an excess storage dump, followed by a 30 second delay for Jenna to get on the pad before it scanned.
Jenna ran the program, raising a brow as a number of chicken feathers appeared on the destination pad. A soft ding announced the all clear and she made her way to the first pad. She mentally counted down from thirty, trying to ignore the slight stiffness and moisture in her shorts.
There was a flash of light and a not entirely unpleasant tingly feeling that seemed to last forever. Jenna, for a moment, ceased to exist in time as she was placed in between two quantum states. She popped back into being on the first pad with a sigh. Everything ought to be okay now. Even if she phased further and had her hands fuse into hooves, all she needed to do was get the milk cow in position off the pad, flip the switch, and stand on the origin pad.
The growing arch between her legs became stronger as she punched up everything to run, all she needed to do was flip the lever, which she could do with her snout if she had to. Now, all she needed was to go get one of the milk cows from her stall in the stable.
-o-
Jen rushed to the stable nearby, not wanting to waste a moment. The longer she waited, the hornier she got, and the hornier she got, the harder it was to keep from touching herself, and triggering a phase shift.
Halfway across the stables two things brought her to a dead halt. The first being the delicious scent that filled her nostrils. Amber! The mare was still in heat, and as horse like as Jenna was, there was no way she was going to be able to resist. The second was what she saw a moment later.
It was a sort of... chimera. It had the forepaws, build and face of a feline, the hind legs and hooves and size of a horse, and the beak and wings of a bird. The tail was a mix of all three. She recognized Amber's light golden color, as well as the tabby fur pattern of one of the near feral cats that roamed around the farm and ate the rodents that sought the livestock feed.
The scent of heat still poured off of her, and Jenna found that her shorts were functional no longer as her erection tore through them. The chimera had opened one of the feed bins, and was quite content to crunch up the corn.
Jenna couldn't help herself, she walked towards the beautiful beast, running a hand down her flank. Amber looked up from her meal and nuzzled Jenna gently with her beak. The chimera turned and lifted her tail, laying down on her forelegs, her rump raised.
The equine-human needed no further invitation, her world evaporating into pure sexual bliss...
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And awoke in a strange feeling bed that felt a great deal too small for hir. Shi turned and sat up, the blanket falling from hir body. Shi felt good, wonderful, and most importantly, entirely in phase.
Jenna remembered everything now, from both her phased states, and a little more besides. Sheihad faint stirrings of emotion, primal thoughts tucked in the back of her memory. Red's memories. The male horse and the female human had become one and the same. With a few additions besides.
Shi walked to the bathroom, ducking under the door frame as if shi'd been doing it hir whole life. Shi smiled at hirself in the mirror. Hir large equine body had grown even more so. Jenna was perhaps eight and a half feet tall and muscled like a body builder. Hir face sported a boxy muzzle, and a pair of curved bull's horns, as well as the long, fiery mane of hir hair from hir human form.
Hir body was covered with creamy brown fur and sported black spots. Shi thought shi looked rather like the chocolate milk cow from the Hershey's commercials. Shi had a Clydesdale's path of white on her muzzle and forehead, as well as white 'socks' on her lower and arms legs. Shi had a cow's tail nestled in that of a horse.
Hir breasts were absolutely huge, but shi carried them easily on hir large, powerful frame. Black nipples stood erect, small, white droplets of milk on their tips. Ahh, shi was going to have to milk hirself, especially with the large udder hanging between hir legs. Hir sheath and balls had become engulfed by the massive milkbag, which hung down to her knee. Four fat teats ready to gush milk with the slightest touch.
Jenna plucked her toothbrush and toothpaste from the medicine cabinet before heading outside to do her morning chores. Hir hose of a cock, all three feet of it, had softened due to a lack of attention, allowing hir to pee without making much of a mess. As big as shi was, it was hard to do hir business in a bathroom.
Just another instinctual thing, like shi'd been doing it all hir life. Jenna enjoyed hir powerful, beautiful, bestial body. Completely and totally at peace with it, and the sex was fantastic. Though shi really needed to see what it was like being truly mounted by a stallion. Samson ought to be mouthing the gate latch open any time now.
But another sound drew hir attention, that of a truck driving down the road. It ought to be Sheryl coming home.
The equine minotaur poked hir head around the barn to see the familiar red Ford with the horse trailer behind it coming to a stop next to the stables. Jenna grinned and walked over that way, eager to greet hir sister.
Shi watched Sheryl step down from the cab, heading towards the back of the trailer, wanting to get her horses out of their confinement as soon as possible.
"Heya, Sheryl." Jenna rumbled, hir voice deep.
"Hiya, Jen." Sheyrl said, "How'd the experiment thing go?"
The human was fixated on opening the back door, not noticing the hermaphroditic creature behind her.
"Oh, in some ways it was a disappointment, but I think what I found more than made up for that." Jenna said with a grin on hir muzzled face.
"Well, that's good, I suppose. You doing okay? You sound like you have a cold." said Sheryl, the door opened. She began to pull out the ramp.
"Never better." Jenna answered, quite truthfully.
"Good to hear. Think you could help me get my babies out of the.... bwah?" Sheryl sputtered, coming eye to tit with Jenna. Her gaze went upward, then downward to the massive half-hard horse cock between her sister's legs.
Jenna barely managed to catch hir sister as she fainted dead away.
-o-
"Sheryl? Sher? C'mon, wake up." Jenna coaxed.
"Mmm?" Sheryl purred, pulling the pillow over her head, "Lemme sleep."
Jenna giggled, a strange sound with the minotaur's deep voice. "I think you'll wanna be awake. C'mon, let's do something fun."
Sheryl pulled the pillow off hir head and yawned, hir beak gaping widely. Shi blinked a few times, looking over into hir sister's muzzled face. Shi knew it should shock hir, or disturb hir, or frighten hir. But it didn't. It was sweet, beautiful, and perfect. The face of hir mate.
Shi snuggled up against hir sister, hir rough feline-avian tough caressing Jenna's cheek.
"Wha...?" Sheryl had begun to ask what had happened, but found that shi already knew the answer. The teleportation machine, it did other things, wonderful, magical things. Shi remembered, faintly, being one of the farm tomcats, as well as one of the roosters. But what stood out most in hir mind was the memories of the heat stricken mare, Amber.
Everything blended together perfectly, memories and feelings of chimera and human, now rolled into one. Hir body was much like that of Amber, except laid out on a bipedal frame, packed with solid muscles for a humanoid system. Shi remembered sleeping alone in her hotel room the previous night, but shi also remembered being in the stables, tortured with hir heat, until hir sister's wonderful, beautiful cock filled hir and took that terrible itching away.
"You remember?" Jenna asked, rubbing Sheryl behind a feline ear.
"I remember, love." Sheryl purred in reply, hir green feline eyes looking into Jenna's placid brown bovine ones, "And I think that I ought to figure out how to use this cock before it gets any bigger and starts whacking me in the beak."
"Oh we wouldn't want that..." Jenna whispered, rolling over and giving hir mate and sister access to her sex.
"After all, you haven't seen what I can do with my beak yet." Sheryl purred, slipping hir member into the minotaur's eager, wet depths.
"I look OOOOH! forward to finding out." Jenna moaned.
"So do I." Sheryl said, feline handpaws coming around to caress Jenna's tender, milk filled breasts.
"Now, are you the chocolate milk cow?" Sheryl asked with a smiled at the sides of her beak.
"Milk me and find out." Jenna teased.
"Oh I intend to, dear, I intend to." |
(M tf Lopunny, Oviposition, F tf Rabbit hybrid)
Cyan groaned when he glanced at the calendar propped up by the clock, as he woke up on the 22nd of January. Most people he knows already celebrated New Years quite some time ago, but his wife Magenta celebrates twice- today is Lunar New Years. Cyan is a pretty average guy- construction worker by day, gamer by night. His eyes are a deep blue and his hair black- though you can only tell by his eyebrows. As soon as he started to get some white hairs already, he decided to go bald. His hair can't turn white if he doesn't have any. Why white hairs so young? Well, Cyan is the type of person to worry about things ahead of time- like today. He knew his wife was plotting something.
Magenta has blond hair but usually dyes it candy pink, with a streak of aquamarine on one side. Her eyes are a maroon color and she has a very pretty face. Narrow waist with big round hips and a pair of pert E cup melons wobbling around in her shirt- it came as no surprise to anyone that Magenta is a model. What came as a surprise is that she is a formplay model- so her default looks are almost entirely irrelevant! Formplay uses transformation magic to alter the body and allow someone to parade around in the form of anything- including things that do not normally exist in the world. For this reason- companies like to hire pleasing looking folks to formplay as their company mascot, or as a character from a videogame or movie in the real world as advertisement. Because of this job- Magenta had a very large repertoire of possible forms she could make herself into.
As the day went on; Cyan caught Magenta glancing at him with a coy smile here and there. Oh... she was definitely plotting something. Most of the day she was in her home studio for work, so she was shifting her form to those of various rabbit bodies. Cyan helped her adjust the lighting and cameras, so he always got a front row seat to all her changes. Everything to an anthro rabbit wearing a bunny girl outfit, to a small feral rabbit wearing a human mask of herself. Too many models took things too seriously- Magenta enjoyed her job enough to have fun with it, and did lots of silly shoots, and they were often the bestselling ones. It is the year of the water rabbit starting tonight, once the moon is out. Cyan was on layoff currently- you cannot do construction work when the ground is frozen solid.
Cyan was playing a pokemon game, doing a new year related event when he seen Magenta's reflection on the switch screen and went to get up, but she quickly put her arms over his shoulders from behind the couch.
"Mmm, where are you going?"
"Oh, I dunno, the bedroom I guess? Playing in handheld mode like this hurts my neck after a while."
She slid her dainty little hands down the collar of his shirt to feel his tight pecs. "Mmm, that is a good idea, but, let's lose the game."
He put his head back to look up at her grinning face behind him while resting the top of his head against her cleavage. "Oh? Changing your body up so many times today getting you frisky?"
"You know it. And we can both try something different in bed! Mix it up a bit!"
"Aaahooh no. I am not a formplayer like you!"
"Because you keep shying away from it!" She made an exaggerated pout.
"All your forms are female, how would that even work?"
Her smile widened. "Not all my forms. Remember I had to do a Lopunny today, because of my contract with pokemon, and it being a rabbit pokemon?" Cyan just nodded, not liking where this was going. "Well the agent goofed up- the first rune set he emailed me was for a male lopunny, not female. He sent the correct set afterwards but... I still have the runes for a male lopunny."
As someone who plays pokemon himself- Cyan knows Lopunny and how girly of a pokemon it is. Which is a bit ironic since it actually has a slightly better birthrate of male than it does female- so there are statistically more male lopunny.
"But that is such a girly pokemon... do you really want me to look all soft and cute? I thought you liked... this." He motioned over himself. Being in construction; Cyan is pretty fit to be able to do his job properly.
"I do, but I also like variety. Come oooon, don't make me make you!"
"I am the eye on the other side of the camera- I see all your transformation blunders that don't get posted, what sort of dirt would you have over my head to make me do anything? And don't sa-"
"That time you took time off work because you rolled down the stairs and hurt your neck. But actually you hurt it propping your butt against the wall doing a headstand trying to suck your own dick."
"You'll literally never let that go, will you?"
"Nuh uh."
"Siiigh."
As much as he would love to ride her, he was nervous about being transformed and Magenta had to practically drag him to the bedroom. Cyan is the sort of person who has four copies of the exact same outfit in his closet. He generally avoids change, so a change as loud as transforming his entire actual body made him nervous. Magenta walked around him as he stripped in the bedroom- helping him get his clothes off while slipping out of hers like a snake popping off its old skin. She is so good at stripping herself she barely even uses her hands- she practically slithers out of her outfit in a matter of moments. Cyan still has no idea how she manages to unclip her bra and remove it out of one sleeve, seemingly without having removed the other arm from the straps. She sat him on the end of the bed, the spell runes already prepared on the screen of her phone to activate.
Magenta just smiled at him and Cyan just sat there looking back with a neutral expression. She started to make a bit of a pout, trying to get him to smile back. He would have already- if it wasn't so obvious that she was trying to make him smile; and Cyan is a stubborn man. She moved closer to him, leaned over so her large breasts wobbled about like pendulums under her crooked torso. She moved in quickly and kissed him, but continued to move forward, forcing him to lean back! She pressed her fat tits into his chest, and he could feel the heat in their soft surface spread across his own chest as they squished between the two bodies. Magenta kept moving forward till he was forced to lay down and she leaned so far forward that she could not keep her balance and fell on top of him! She broke off the kiss and went back to grinning at him like a goof- activating the runes on her phone without even looking back at the screen and just let the phone drop to the bed beside them. Her large breasts are pressed between their bodies tightly so they squish extra round and taught. Cyan was going to try and grab her and roll her off to get on top- but like he expected; Magenta was planning to take charge this time. As soon as he tried to get his hands up on her, she grabbed his hands and locked their fingers together to keep him from wiggling free.
Cyan felt a brief shiver through his body, even though its temperature rose if anything. His skin briefly got goosebumps from the sensation. His skin started to feel tight, and then Magenta's body seemed to spread out further on top of him as his own body started to shrink a bit! His tight pectoral muscles softened and started to shrink back, as if Magenta's tits were pushing them away. His torso started to compact, and his abs became less defined on the surface- though they did not shrink. His mass is re-arranging to that of the pokemon, causing his torso to have much less definition, looking more like a narrow bean-shape- but Lopunny actually also has a good bit of strength, at least in its lower body, so the muscle is still there. You just cannot see its muscles outwardly.
His penis felt like it was getting an erection but rather than stick further out, it was actually pulling back in! He could feel it growing but outwardly it was not going anywhere- the extra skin from the unmoving shaft pooled further out at the sides, forming a sheath! His pubes quickly shortened and turned to a pale powder brown as it converted to a mat of fur and quickly over took his balls and then the new sheath! He could still feel the rush of blood to his cock, but now that the sheath was formed, the actual shaft finally started to advance forward out of its middle- as it grew longer the definition of the head was pulled flat, turning his penis into a tapered pillar of neon pink meat! He arched his back as far as he could with Magenta still on top of him as his tail bone started to swell out, but did not grow far before fur rapidly bloomed on it. The tiny nub of a tail grew a massive plume of fur, turning it into a pom-pom of pale brown floof. It was about the size of a softball, and perfectly round as well- completely hiding the actual tail shape inside the fur. His thigh muscles pulled taught on their own, causing both of them to rise on the tightened muscle as it expanded and his butt and thighs became larger and rounder! Magenta cooed in pleasure, bending her legs a bit and gripping his swelling thighs with her own, feeling his muscle swell out. Like any lagomorph; Lopunny have strong leg muscles for hopping.
Cyan groaned and wiggled all his toes as his feet started to change shape and shrink! His shins started to get much, much shorter, and the stolen mass from the regressed tibia was syphoned instead into his feet, stretching them much, much longer, but they also became much narrower! His toes shrank till they were barely noticeable bumps and his ankles distanced themselves so far from them that he would only be able to stand on the ends of his feet, like a digitigrade. An actual rabbit is plantigrade, so Lopunny differs in that. As the fur raced down his legs to cover the changes as they went, it exploded outward when it hit his raised ankles! It turned from powder brown to bright pink and billowed out as curly, fluffy hair similar to the wool of a sheep. These were not even the colors of a regular lopunny- Magenta is turning him into a shiny lopunny. Great; she is deliberately making it as girly as possible. Magenta wanted a pretty boy to toy with for once- a little role reversal. The pink fur covered his entire, long foot, but formed into a plume at the ankle causing it to project further up the leg than it actually grew from. Because of how tiny his toes became and how narrow his foot got at the bottom, it did not look like he had feet at all- when his legs are straight it looks like they just come to a rounded point at the end. The pink fur is so soft and springy it looks almost like cotton candy.
On his upper body, he felt the tickle of rapid hair growth on his wrists before the normal fur started to creep up his torso! The pink cotton started to billow out from his wrists first. His hands started to shrink as well as his fingers, becoming less defined. All pokemon have little to no definition of their internal structures visible on the surface. If a limb is held out straight; you will not be able to tell where its joints are, there is no visible elbows or kneecaps. Cyan felt so tiny and weak against Magenta, and their hands had been held together, but as his shrank his arms fell back against the bed, making it look as though Magenta were pinning him down more forcefully- even though she was actually exerting no effort at all. The fingers of a lopunny are very small and short, but its hand itself is even tinier- outwardly it doesn't even look like they have hands, just fingers on the end of their arms! They do have hands; they are just so tiny that you cannot see their structure at all through the surface tissue. The plume of pink cotton became so huge off his wrists that it consumed the hand entirely- only the very tips of his fingers could stick out past the fluff! The fluff did not actually grow on his hands though- so if Cyan spread his digits out it would create a pocket in the pink cotton to hold objects in.
Cyan was making a face like he was about to sneeze, but it was because his skull started to feel the odd sensations of impending change. A gentle pressure in the front of his skull and in his jaws. His two front teeth started to grow larger than all the rest. Magenta let go of his now tiny hands and rest her elbows on either side of him so she could grab and massage his ears as they rapidly started to grow, making him moan softly from the feeling. His ears became immediately hot to the touch; the blood vessels in the ears are very close to the surface, which makes them a prime source of heat-loss for the body. The cartilage of the ears started to make hollow *thunk* sounds quietly as it expanded tremendously upward- pulling his ears longer while not changing their width at all. The insides of his ears turned a soft red while the outside faded to a powder brown and fur overtook the outsides- spreading from the base of his hair which was rapidly regressing into a separate patch of fur from the expanse coming up his torso still. Magenta rubbing his ears felt so good, and so did their expansion. The soft stretching- the cartilage seemed to expand before the skin, making sure the skin was always pulled tight. There is already a very high concentration of nerves in the face and ears, so his ears could feel the sensation of the changes in a higher detail than the rest of his body. The tips of his ears started to billow out in pink cotton, even though they were still growing longer!
His face started to push out forward. The bridge of his nose became wider but much less defined, causing the cheeks and upper jaw to rise up to meet it, turning his face to a muzzle. The end of his nose became a textured neon pink flesh, and remained immune to the advance of fur- becoming slightly cool and moist to the touch. Thanks to his short, rounded muzzle; Cyan's head was vaguely shaped like a teardrop. His eyebrows turned to fur and spread, meeting the progressing fur from the base of his regressing hair. As soon as the fur surrounded his eyes, they too changed shape. His eyes became much larger in his head and the sklera immediately pulsed black instead of white! This made his dark blue iris very hard to see for a moment, till flecks of candy pink started to appear and spread through it! The iris is made up of layers of thin fibers, so the light pink against dark blue coloration looked like a fabric stitching itself together in the darkness of his eye. The pink completely replaced the blue, and stood out powerfully against the black of the rest of the eye, and pupil. The pink cotton that replaced his eyebrows started to grow out tremendously, wobbling around as it projected further and further out off of his head! By the time they stopped growing, they were a ridiculous foot-long, narrow plumes. This caused any small shift in his expression to be immediately obviously, as his gigantic eyebrow fluff wobbled around with the movement of his brow!
Cyan's ears were a foot at an a half long before the cartilage gave up expansion, but his ears just kept growing beyond that. Without cartilage for support, the later half of his ears folded over on themselves and continued to grow to almost two and a half feet long! Making them even larger; the cotton plumes on the ends of his ears are so giant that they extend his ears to a length that nearly match the entire length of his body! If he were to deliberately lower the erect part of his ears- their length might even be longer than his body. Cyan was breathless from moaning, and felt a bit dizzy from trying to mentally keep track of all the changes. The entire process only took about two minutes. He is a bit smaller than Magenta is now- their size had been equal before, and thanks to his body being less defined and more feminine; Magenta now looks bigger than him.
"W-well... you got your bunny boy."
Magenta giggled and booped the end of her nose against his. "Oh don't sound like such a grump!"
Magenta scoot back, so her body was re-aligned so her knees were beside his, sitting up on them. She reached down and placed an index on the soft opening of his sheath and softly wiggled it around in circles. Every rotation made it feel stiffer till the tip of his neon pink pillar poked the underside of her finger, and then she gripped either side of the end of the sheath and started to masturbate his cock with the sheath in small motions, coaxing it out.
"Surprised pokemon formplay even have genitals..."
"It was part of the 3P movement. Obviously this isn't the form they would use for display to the general public, but the pokemon franchise has as many adults fans as it does kids at this point, so there also needed to be a counterpart to cater to their older fans."
The 3P movement is the Pokemon Professor Project; an effort by formplay artists to create a more realistic model of a pokemon- since they are creating actual, physical bodies of them. This meant running a biological simulation using real-life evolutionary data and extrapolating that to these fictional forms. Basically flash-induced evolution... which, in itself is very on-theme with pokemon. The sheath is not very big, but it is also not fully attached to his torso- so his penis is actually slightly bigger in this form than it was as a human, because his external shaft is the same length, but then there is also the portion inside of the sheath adding to that. Because his overall body is smaller; his penis seemed even bigger than that! It was also a hell of a lot more sensitive though- Magenta knew better than to grab the bare shaft. She worked the shaft using the sheath only, till enough precum bubbled to the tip that she could coat the inside of her hand with it, and then she could touch the shaft. Human penis does not have a sheath so we have no problem working the shaft- but a penis that lives in a sheath isn't really meant to be touched by external objects, and is too sensitive for a dry-skinned hand to tug on without hurting it.
Cyan did not want to admit it openly, but it was rather hot. Magenta is much bigger now overall than he is; and he was not at all against the idea of having even more woman on top of him. Rather than consider himself smaller- his mind clung to the idea of her being larger. Once his dick was pulsing at full mast, Magenta went down on all fours and wobbled her large tits over it- bouncing the hot prick between her two boobs softly. Her breasts are large enough to completely hide the shaft from view and fill the pocket of his crotch. Cyan started to moan, a bit in confusion and a lot in pleasure. There was an odd, radiant pleasure in his loins behind his cock. It built and concentrated into his shaft but it existed in some level everywhere in his pelvis. There was an odd pressure inside, and then suddenly he felt something in his ass! Not something that ENTERED him- it just appeared already inside! A bulge appeared in his abdomen and both Cyan and Magenta looked at it in confusion. Uh... that wasn't part of the transformation. The object started to grow even larger, but it was already out of room, so its continued expansion forced it to slide down and out of him! It caught against his prostate a moment, causing a powerful shockwave of pleasure up his dick followed by a burst of pre. Cyan grunt and pushed, forcing the object past his prostate but also causing his cock to jump several times and he cried out from the shock of unwanted pleasure. The object launched past his prostate quickly and then stopped again as it hit his anus from the inside. Only the tip of it could pop out- the opening was too tight for it to pop out without him forcing it. Seeing he was having a bit of trouble; Magenta put a hand across his belly and moved it downward while pressing in to compact his insides on the top of the object, forcing the bottom further out! Once it was halfway out, the rest popped out instantly and the huge egg plopped off the side of the bed and spun to a stop on the floor, slick with naturally generated anal lube.
Both of them were stunned silent a moment before Cyan's face turned bright red. "What the hell is that?! You made me lay an... an... ah-haa... wait..." He could feel an odd radiant pleasure inside again. Oh no, another egg!!
Magenta shook her head. "This wasn't part of the transformation! This must be a result of the 3P effort. Actual simulated pokemon breeding."
"We didn't have sex yet!"
"No one fully knows where pokemon eggs come from. Actual sex might not be necessary to conceive." She scooped up the egg out of curiosity and tapped the surface. "Also, this egg is incomplete. It is literally just a shell- there is nothing IN it. It is completely hollow."
The egg is nearly the size of a football and covered in pale green spots just like a normal pokemon egg, but there is no yolk or anything inside, it's empty. Also males should not be the one to lay the egg in the first place, so something was definitely amiss.
Cyan groaned as another egg quickly formed, pushing his insides open again. He does not have a womb to even form the eggs in the first place, so they just appear halfway up his intestines! Neither of them had any idea how this made any sense, but Cyan was specifically more concerned with figuring out how to make it stop. Magenta was at a bit of a loss; she can't stop it if she doesn't know how it started in the first place. It isn't part of the transformation, it's part of the form. Cyan groaned as the bulge shoved itself down again, bumping his prostate and pausing its descent again. Having objects moving around in his ass was perpetuating his erection through any worries he had, and having it grind against his prostate from a lack of room caused his dick to jump on its own, spitting glistening streams of precum up his torso. He pushed out the second egg, but could already feel the start of yet another about to form in its absence!
Magenta gathered up the other pokemon form runes that she had on her phone. "I think I know what may stop this."
"Turn me ba-ahn~-back?!" Another bulge started to form, making him squirm from the growing object in him.
"Well... yea, technically that should work, but I mean without having to do that. I need to be a pokemon too though."
Cyan was more panicked than she is, and rushed her decision. Since she could not decide fast enough- Magenta activated all of the pokemon forms she had available! Because they sent her a selection of forms based on Year Of The Rabbit; they were all rabbit-like pokemon, and since she activated all of them at the same time; her transformation would end up a randomized hybrid of all of them combined! Cinderace, Diggersby, Azumarill, and Lopunny all in one!
Magenta's transformation started at her feet and worked its way up through her like a wave. Her feet stretched, but unlike Cyan; her toes actually got thicker rather than smaller. Fur started to grow right away on the tops of her feet as her ankles rose up off the floor. Her shins remained the same length, so her feet turning to digitigrade caused her to become at least a full foot taller! The fur grew in charcoal grey, but when it hit her knees it quickly expanded outward into plumes of cream colored fur- the non-shiny wool color of a lopunny. It only formed at the knees instead of across the lower leg because the lower leg instead took after cinderace!
Magenta cooed as her thighs billowed out rounder, wobbling from the speed of the growth. She bent forward and clapped her hands onto her ass as the cheeks swelled taught and round! The tickle and warmth of fur growth started to spread up her leg again, but as soon as it advanced past the wool plumes it again changed color- it is growing in base blue; azumaril fur! Azumaril fur is extremely short but also quite dense, and produces an oil that shields its actual body from the water it lives in. Several white spots appeared in the fur on her butt. Like Cyan, her tail grew in quickly because it was no more than a nub- but then the fur took it further. Because all of those pokemon share the same round tail; they all overlapped traits and combined, causing the pom-pom of Magenta's tail to grow in size with each pokemon transformation applied! Cinderace gave her a white tuft, which then turned to baby blue as the round, inflated ball of Azumarill was applied, which then turned to an odd shade of green when it mixed with the brown cotton ball of Diggersby, and then turned to gray as the pale cotton fur of Lopunny joined it! By the time it stopped growing it was the size of a medicine ball- though since its made entirely of fluff, it still weighs next to nothing. The huge plume of cotton vibrated back and forth from her tail wagging in pleasure.
Magenta's pubes converted to blue fur and spread across her crotch, continuing up her torso. It seemed to oddly refuse to grow in several patches- but the reasoning made itself known quickly enough when those patches of skin started to turn pink and puff up- forming teats. Her torso rounded out at her midriff and in at the chest, causing it all to equalize. Her breasts looked like they grew even larger for a moment, but it is only because the chest supporting them became considerably less broad. Her breasts tightened up, lifting into spheres rather than tear-shaped, and then started to compress inward. Magenta groaned at the feeling of suddenly losing all the extra insulation she has on her chest. She is so used to having her big floppy tits that she feels off-balance without them. Her nipples did not regress through, and marked the place where her breasts used to be- completing a set of eight nipples up her torso in four rows of two. She blushed as her trimmed armpit hair suddenly grew out bushy, turning to long fur, and then spread in a perfect line! It wrapped around her shoulders and under her arms, forming black rings! The fur then grew in short and white beyond that onto her arms, and the blue stopped at her neck- this mirrored Cinderace, whose upper body fur makes it look like he is wearing a vest.
Magenta cried out in surprise, though it sounded gurgled, almost like she was choking on something because the vertebrae in her neck suddenly thickened considerably, forcing her neck to become wider! Muscles clenched and swelled up on the back of her head oddly as her ears started to rapidly grow and harden! Her front teeth became large enough that they exposed themselves- her lips not entirely plush enough to hide them. Her face stretched into a slight muzzle- half of the pokemon she took have muzzles and the other half do not. The fur that advanced up her neck is pale grey, near-white thanks to Diggersby and Cinderace fur colors blending, but when it touched her cheeks it billowed out into longer plumes of slightly more coarse feeling fur- similar to whiskers. These longer cheek plumes grew in as base brown, and the coloration continued around her mouth, stopping at her pink triangular nose end, where the fur did not touch. Her eyebrows grew massively long and bushy, and are the cream coloration of lopunny's brows, as well as cinderace.
By now her ears had grown giant, and mutated considerably. They sit higher on her head after her face pushed forward into a muzzle, but the cartilage that was in her ears became calcified, and turned to pure bone! Bone joints formed in her ears, and nubs on the ends advanced into short and then full-sized digits! Her ears are turning into additional arms! Diggersby technically has six limbs. The forearm of a human is actually two bones, not one- the upper arms of a diggersby is actually the reverse. The upper arm where it connects to the back of the skull is two bones- the narrow leaf-shaped pocket between them acts as the dish of the ear, leading to the actual ear hole at the base of that pocket leading into the skull. Beyond the elbow joint; it is a single bone, and then a hand that is four fingers, no thumb. The white-grey fur stopped toward the wrist of the ears which bloomed into massive cotton-fur plumes of vermillion color, and then the hand at the end is brown. The odd muscle bulges that formed on her thickened upper neck and the back of her head are essentially a mini set of upper back muscles, for the ear-arms. She needs the bulky neck bones to support the added weight of the second set of limbs, being attached to her head. Her hair simply converted itself to the fur. That is the only annoying part of a transformation that also encompasses your hair- when you revert it will be as your default hair color, removing any dye or bleaching you had in it. The eye color of all of those pokemon together resulted in her iris turning a dark orange.
By the time she finished transforming, Cyan had birthed a third egg. A fourth did not feel like it was forming, so perhaps whatever she planned, worked. Cyan was still out of breath, and relieved there was not more eggs- the last one finally pushed him too far and his cock exploded in orgasm as the third egg squeezed past his prostate. A loud gurgling came from Magenta now though, and she smiled at Cyan, making him slightly worried again. She walked up and stepped up onto the bed, standing over him. In his reduced size and her increased size, she absolutely towered over him- and standing on the bed put her so high up that the elbows on her ears brushed the roof.
"Wanna play catch?"
"H-huh?!"
It was then Cyan noticed the bulge in her gut now! Somehow transforming caused her to start giving eggs, instead of him? How does her transforming affect him? She placed her hands on her lower gut, and felt the bulge moving down. Her pussy swelled up on its own, blushing pink so vibrantly you could see it through the short fur over it as her labia swelled up plump and soft. Magenta's pussy glistened with moisture and then actively started to drip onto Cyan's body below as it was forced open by internal pressure! It gaped wider and wider as the tip of the large pokemon egg became visible in her passage and slid further as it grew, increasing its weight! Magenta deliberately did not push- wanting to savor the feeling of the large round object stretching her. Cyan just stared at her dumbfounded, feeling the drops of vaginal lube adding to the mess on his torso his own cum and precum already made. Magenta's fluffy tail twitched several times and her pussy started to clench involuntarily. She was trying to delay it, but her body would not allow it for long before forcing the egg out reflexively. She gave a final grunt and then moan as the egg hit the halfway point and launched the rest of the way out, forcing Cyan to quickly catch it before it hit him in the face! As soon as Magenta's pussy clapped shut again after the egg, her lower body shuddered violently in a small orgasm and she slid down onto her knees, sitting on Cyan's legs again. This egg was different from his- it was full! This egg actually had yolk in it!
"What... what was all that?!"
Magenta picked up her egg from his hands with her ear-arms. "Pokemon breeding! Ahaha! We inadvertently discovered where pokemon eggs actually come from!"
"We did?"
"Pokemon eggs are not really eggs at all- the shell is more like a cocoon. Pokemon are high energy beings that run off this sort of aura-like energy. Because they are so high energy state matter- they can breed without actually having sex, but still have the ability to have sex as a way to share pleasure. It is an emotional connection between the two that result in the egg."
"How did you get literally any of that, from what just happened?"
"You have an emotional attachment to me, and we were going to have sex- that is what triggered the eggs. We were genetically incompatible however, only our emotion types matched, causing the misfire- your body was trying to provide the energy for the eggshell, but it had no compatible host body to send it too, causing the discharged energy to form an eggshell in your own body. Once I became a pokemon, my body provided the innards to form a completed egg, ending the 'breeding process' with a completed egg. But..." She held up the egg. "Even this isn't correct. Because we are just humans transformed, this isn't the correct state of a pokemon egg- an actual pokemon egg contains a pokemon, not a yolk that develops into one."
Magenta explained that because they are half pure energy, a new pokemon can be formed simply by two lovers being close enough to each other- but the offspring is so tiny and weak that it still needs an egg to protect it long enough that it can expand itself. By default; pokemon are actually extremely tiny- pocket sized monsters, in fact. You ever notice that when a pokemon is knocked out, it shrinks away? It doesn't fade, it doesn't just flop over- it quickly shrinks out of view. That is because the size we know them to be is fake. Their true size is only a fraction of that- the size they present the rest of the world is an expanded state, where the physical and energy portion is balanced. If you remove the energy portion of the pokemon by knocking it out- it's purely physical body is minuscule. That is why it must return to a ball- the pokeball essentially acts in place of an eggshell; a safe place for a pokemon in its default state to be, long enough for it to gain enough energy back to resume its full state. That is the form a pokemon is created in- two bodies of energy come together and blend into a solid form, the new pokemon. Being freshly made however means that it has no excess energy to expand into a full state, so the eggshell is forged to keep it safe. This theory is further proven by introducing enough outside energy- allowing a pokemon to Gigantimax. They are not actually that enormous when the Dynamaxing is used- it is more like a projection. The actual physical portion of the pokemon's body never changed sizes, it's still tiny, the rest of its giant size is just pure energy that could potentially be removed again by defeating it. That is also how pokemon can form fire or water seemingly out of thin air- but cannot use those skills once the PP has run dry, because burning off more energy than that would risk their bodies returning to their default size- which is far, far too small to fight anything.
"So... a pokemon egg... is like an organic pokeball?"
"Yup. The actual infant is already fully developed immediately after conception- it just needs the egg as a safe space to gather power to puff itself up to a size big enough to properly interact with the world."
Cyan smiled. "Okay smarty, explain this one then; Kangaskhan. Born with a baby in its pouch. Make that make sense."
"Baby is more of a clone than a child. Both 'mother' and 'child' that hatch from the egg are from the same energy source. You know how a woman already has all her eggs in her ovaries, and they just get released over time? It is sort of like that- the baby in its pouch is incomplete, it is basically just an offshoot of the mother, a bullet preloaded into the chamber. There are no male of the species, so presumably it requires something else to fertilize- perhaps an experience threshold which completes the offshoot, filling in the other half of its DNA with new information and allowing it to develop into another. The completed shoot then spawns in an egg like normal and the mother creates another shoot in waiting."
Cyan let out a long sigh. "I am... far too tired for all this now." Magenta kissed his forehead and snuggled up beside him, and Cyan slowly turned to her. "So... turn us back now?"
"We haven't finished yet, honey bunny~"
He groaned. "I kinda spent my load from those eggs acting as mega-sized anal beads."
"Hehe~ I can wait." She flopped over, wrapping an arm over his chest. "Happy year of the rabbit~!" |
Walk a Mile: Founders' Folly
Jenny Starr sighed and glared at the television monitor, another news magazine show running an in depth look about the Revita genetic alteration process and the wonders it was doing for modern medicine. This one though was more on the elective uses, the cosmetic alterations that could be made possible. She let out a sigh of disgust as none other than Siren Sanders showed up on the screen, shot from the waist up, somehow managing to look sexy, professional, smart, and more than a little slutty all at the same time. She wasn't sure exactly how she managed to pull off a fishnet shirt and hooker heels with a labcoat, but it worked.
Siren had worked with Jenny on the Revita project, and unknown to Jenny had long since been its first human test subject. Once they managed to get it working on rats, she'd went and applied the intellect boosting process to herself, without Jenny's knowledge. After three treatments she'd gone from Jenny's equal to the head of the project. Everybody's favorite whiz kid eventually turned everybody's favorite sexy scientist.
She could remember when her colleague had been nowhere near beautiful enough to live up to her name. Plain features, acne scars, dishwater blonde hair, and a figure like a beanpole. Originally Jenny had been the attractive one, with her raven black hair and mocha skin, and ever so slightly less of a beanpole build. She'd been the one who actually had to wear a bra for pity's sake, and now Siren had made herself over into the wet dream of every man (and a few of the women) on the continent.
Just thinking of the landmass that she and fifty-million other people had been confined to all their lives, as their parents, grandparents, and several times great-grandparents had for two hundred years was maddening. It was frustrating as hell knowing what was out there, but being completely and utterly unable to act upon it. Geoterra had three large landmasses, all of them terraformed to Earthlike conditions, right down to the microscopic species living in the dirt, and all populated by volunteers for a scientific project. Five-million people on each continent, given access only to antiquated technology and knowledge. Genetically engineered, corporation owned people. Jenny absently rubbed the back of her neck, where the Asai Corporation logo naturally appeared, having been placed there by a deliberate alteration of the genomes for patterning and pigmentation. With Geoterra outside of governed space all that the corporation needed to do was set a condition for their release, and assure that it would take a bloody long time for it to come about.
Geoterra was, technically, a research colony, and the Asai Corporation had watched them bloom and prosper. Automated surveillance systems were in the skies, in the seas, even poking through the cities in the form of fist-sized spider-like robots. There seemed to be one on every street corner, and you never knew when they were watching. Thankfully the powerful electromagnets installed in the lab kept them away. They weren't needed for anything, of course, they were installed for the sole purpose of keeping corporate eyes away from the Revita project. It was something that they weren't supposed to have; alien technology.
It had seemed almost like a gift, a small cargo container designed to survive orbital re-entry. The contents had been inoperable, but the devices were reverse engineered, and the optical media was somewhat degraded, but it was simple Binary. The alphabet was a known one, but the language itself was somewhat archaic in its terminology as well not being in one of the known languages, though it seemed to have developed from the same linguistic roots as one of the scholarly languages, which was known on her continent only in its written form. Travel between continents was forbidden, and maintained by fearsome gun drones. On occasion during the stormy season an occasional ship or plane would be sent off course and the storms would mask their presence. It was a rare occasion when that happened. But it had, and it happened enough that information about the language could be gathered and compared.
Ten years later the machines could be duplicated and their function known. But getting them to actually work had taken Jenny and Siren a good eight years of their lives creating and testing an instruction set for the devices. They were, at least to the alien race that built them, simplistic nano-tech genetic resequencers. Jenny and Siren hadn't built the machines, merely found out how to program them. And thankfully the 'grey goo' problem wasn't possible. The nanites fell apart upon leaving a certain radius around the machine. It gave off some sort of radio transmission that kept the nanites holding together.
Jenny still wasn't sure how Siren had managed to get the device to enhance specific traits, but the other had. There were several thousand templates that had been made thus far, by other researchers, after Jenny and Siren had released the programming code. Intellectual property was freely shared, though the exact task that was supposed to be completed had somehow been removed from memory, the general idea was that it had something to do with technological advancement.
She let out a sigh and looked at the prototype behind her. Siren had made herself into a stunning bombshell, giving herself intelligence, beauty, charisma, and exotic looks beyond that of any normal woman. Her hair was naturally a radiant green, her eyes a shade of orange (unlike the eyes of any creature Jenny could think of), her skin an even, perfect, unmarked tan without a single blemish upon her. Her build and curves were the utmost perfection, big and generous without seeming like something only befitting a worker in the sex industry.
Another sigh escaped her lips and Jenny found herself walking towards the prototype. It wasn't approved for human use, as there had been refinements made to other devices. But it was the same one Siren had used to alter herself the first dozen or so times, so it ought to be safe enough for Jenny to use.
It wasn't fair that Siren had been able to make herself so beautiful, so charming, so outgoing and... well... perfect. They'd split the work 50-50 and the news outlets were all saying that Siren was the project lead and Jenny a mere lab assistant. It rankled her to no end. It was like they were saying that Siren had done all the work and Jenny had just taken down dictation and made coffee, all because Jenny hadn't abused the machine to make herself smarter and prettier.
She bit her lip as she turned the device on as well as its control computer. She let the machine boot up and acquire the latest template refinements and statistics. She gave a disgusted snort at the latest charts. "Siren Body Package 2.3a" had been utilized about 14,000 times on volunteers, wanting to be made all the more beautiful. Of course just below it was a program designed to remove fat, build up muscle tone, add a few inches of height, and a few inches to a certain portion of the male anatomy. You had to go down about ten places before finding the templates for cancer removal.
Jenny shook her head and decided to open her partner's personal template designs. If she wanted a better body, why not get a leg up on the competition and have the latest and greatest alterations? Despite having her intellect boosted to where IQ tests had trouble measuring accurately, Siren still used the same password she always did; "rutabaga," for as long as Jenny had known her.
There were a stunning number of folders, though the only ones that she was interested in were "Siren Body," "Siren Mind and Personality," and possibly "Siren Personal Fantasy Fulfillment."
She gritted her teeth and created a new mod profile. She couldn't see what exactly the Fantasy series contained, as each required a previous body and mind component to build on. She found herself blushing; turning beat red as she added the most recent body mod. The list of Fantasy mods reduced itself dramatically. One of them caught her eye "Dnk-Wr Final Control Mas/Pt Template 2.3 Dom."
It was the only one that had the "Final" tag, and if it was one of Siren's personal fantasies, then odds were it was going to be the most thoroughly tested of all the 'extra' templates. The body template, 2.4m, was new though the mind and personality templates seemed to be older, but Siren's leftovers would still be better than the shy, nerdy Jenny who had never had an interview because she kept turning bright red and having her throat lock up and become unable to speak at the prospect of having every word she said seen by millions upon millions of people.
She added the three templates to the 'to apply' list. The machine's central chamber opened with a hiss. Jenny contemplated adding the Fantasy template, but templates with prerequisites required profiles with completed preliminary templates in order to be viewed. It was a flaw with the system that needed to be ironed out. But it was for the best, as Jenny didn't think that it would be a good idea to apply a completely unknown template to one's self.
With that in mind she took a look at the mind and personality templates, and then groaned. Siren's programming had always been weird. She did most of it in her head, so the templates had no comments, variables named after characters in books, TV, and film, and essentially no help whatsoever to anyone looking at the data who wasn't Siren. But if she applied them to herself, odds were that there was nothing too unpleasant in there.
She added the Dnk-Wr template to a second session and then took a deep breath. She looked at the machine, down at herself, and then back at the TV, where her viridian haired partner was conducting a live interview and delighted in being fawned over by the fashion reporter. The TV had been programmed to turn to and record anything involving Siren, Jenny, or their research. Typically Jenny kept it muted.
She shook her head and began to strip. Clothes didn't really matter to the nanomachines, but changes in body shape and size in conjunction with ill-fitting clothes could easily cause discomfort, and in rare cases having the nanomachines alter the template in order to prevent said discomfort. She wasn't sure how, but somehow one of the volunteer beautification subjects ended up with a twelve inch waist. Some of the 'cosmetic' researchers were trying to figure out how to duplicate that result.
Jenny paused for a moment, still in her underwear. She opened up the body template and did a search for particular terms: Rapunzel and Snow White. Rapunzel was given the "metalliclimegreen" tag, while Snow White was listed as "TanSkin22." She did a simple find and replace, "metallicaravenblack" for what was obviously hair color. What to do for skin tone, hmm...
Well, if Siren was going to be the tanned up beach babe, she might as well go the other way. "PaleSkin00" for the replacement. The computer let out a warning chime, a message on screen informing her that PaleSkin00 had a few additional variables linked in its source file and asked Jenny if she would like to add them. She sighed, accepted, and gave the machine a few more moments to compile the new list of alterations. It beeped again and gave her another warning "Variable CS-NOVAMIN over maximum set limit 30/20, please set within limit."
Having no idea what it meant, Jenny assumed she was getting pushed over the limit by something added with the skintone additions. She sighed and replaced the instances of 30 with 20. Somewhat curious she looked up the value for CS-NOVAMAX, which was 50. That sounded fine. It was probably just a minor detail. If it was too noticeable, Jenny could simply hit the 'revert subject to default profile' button on the console and hop back in, perfectly back to normal.
With no further errors, she removed her undergarments and stepped into the machine. She closed her eyes as the door hissed shut behind her, "Okay, Siren, let's see what you've managed to cook up for me." Jenny said with a grin, the cool nanotech mist beginning to wash over her.
A pleasant tingle spread over her skin as the microscopic machines began their work, starting from the outside in, it seemed. She let out a soft sigh as she could feel herself being altered. It was subtle, a slight heat where there had been none a moment before. The alteration was subtle at first; a few pinpoint sized spots of white upon her skin. But with each passing moment the small areas began to double in size, and then double again, and again. Perhaps a minute had passed while she was in the chamber and the alteration was complete, her skin a perfect, flawless porcelain white.
Jenny looked down at her bare body with awe; she had not been expecting pure white skin. She had been thinking a normal human skin tone, IE pale and freckle, or slightly pinkish. But this? This was even better. It was something she ought to have expected, what with Siren having made her hair an outright unnatural hue. Fitting at the very thought of hair, her own scalp began to tingle. Her skin tickled as her hair began to lengthen, inch after inch after inch cascading down her back. Her hair had always been flat and kind of stringy, but now? Now it was the sort of thick, beautiful, soft, lustrous hair that one only saw in fashion shows and shampoo commercials.
A soft hiss filled the chamber as another misting of nanites joined the first. It went on for far, far longer than the first, and seemed to be colored a bit differently, more of a blue to it than the original gunmetal grey. The tiny machines swarmed over her, Jenny's skin covered in places by her miniscule cosmetic surgeons. They crept over her body, entering through her pores, through blood vessels, through any opening they could get. The tingle spread into her muscles, into her very bones. It felt like a subtle vibration throughout Jenny's entire body.
Still the mist continued; an inch or two of blue material forming upon the floor. Raw materials for the alteration of Jenny's body. The extra mass had to come from somewhere, and considering how much she needed to match Siren in height and build, the flow of mist would continue for quite some time. The 'vibration' seemed to grow in intensity, and Jenny couldn't help but feel a little bit aroused. She let out a soft gasp as a sudden sensation filled her loins, why were the nanomachines altering that particular portion of anatomy first?
Her curiosity was soon covered by a thin veil of lust as the tiny devices went to work. Altering the shape of her sex, strengthening the muscles, and... adding more nerves to it. Jenny's pleasure from the nanotech process began to increase moment by moment. A veritable tide of lubrication fluids trickled down her legs. She surpassed the point where her pleasures normally forced her to climax and Jenny dropped to her knees, not trusting herself to stay standing.
That seemed to be a mistake, as with the raw materials closer at hand the nanites increased the pace of their work, the inner vibration increasing even further. Jenny couldn't stand it a moment longer. With a needful cry she crammed two fingers into her needful sex, gasping at both the sensation and the strength of grip her inner walls exerted. Her cunny pulled at her fingers with a tugging motion that seemed almost hungry.
The blueness began to spread up and over Jenny's body, tinting her with a smooth covering of blue-grey for a moment as the nanotech began to alter her body even further, granting her the build she desired. It was like she was a balloon, slowly being inflated, feeling muscle, skin, and bone stretching slowly, sensually into its new sexy shape. She could feel herself growing, feel the nanites making her closer and closer to Siren's six foot height, perhaps even surpassing it by an inch or two. The blue material continued to flow over her, the alterations to musculature and bone structure more taxing on resources than merely elongating them. She had been stretched out vertically, now the machines were shaping her into the proper ratios.
Jenny's body quaked suddenly and she tensed. It was like all her muscles firing at once in odd directions. The nanites were in her brain, altering things. It felt... wrong. It felt like a violation of her very self, not at all like the wonderful, sexual experience the physical alterations brought. Jenny's eyes darted to the "Emergency Cancel" button upon the wall, reached out a hand to press it, and then something shifted in her mind.
She had been mentally going over the process and stages of the nanotech alteration. But that knowledge slipped away from her, replaced by something different, something utterly alien. Her scientific analysis beneath her lust had been replaced with a gleeful planning out of what sort of sexy things she was going to wear on her new, beautiful body. That startled her, and being startled startled her. She was caught halfway between personalities, between her original, and between the one imprinted upon her by the nanotech template. She found herself both fearing and embracing the alterations in her mentality.
What else was vanishing from her mind? She went frantically over lessons, formulae, programming terminology. Some of it seemed to be fuzzy, some of it strangely missing. She inched closer to the cancel button, and then once more something shifted in her mind. Suddenly everything was back in place, just as clear as it was before. It felt like moving a hard drive over to a new computer and a new operating system. All the old, familiar programs were still there, but they were running on sleeker, sexier hardware with a few new additions to come along with the upgrade. Oh gods was it ever an upgrade. Jenny couldn't imagine how she'd lived her life for so long as the shy, reclusive, almost sexless girl she had been. She gripped one of her breasts, still originally sized on her increased frame, and began to caress it. How long had it been since she enjoyed self-pleasure? Actually enjoyed it, not merely engaged in it to seemingly satisfy a biological imperative? She'd never looked upon it as fun, more as an annoyance she had to put up with. How could she ever have thought of masturbation as a chore?
Her caresses upon bosom and loins began to alter, becoming the motions of someone more intimate with the pleasures of the female body, the knowledge being added to her mind by the nanites. The vibration over her body began to slow, and then stop. Jenny almost snarled at the suddenly lack of delicious stimulation. But what bothered her the most was it leaving off with her breasts still miniscule. Then she paused and looked down at the amount of blue dust that was still upon the floor and floating in the air.
She grinned.
Oh was she ever going to put Siren to shame...
The very thought made her lust spike so deliciously...
-o-
Siren swiped her keycard in the lock, the door to the lab hissing open. She made a habit of visiting the lab before she went home for the night. In part it was vanity, wanting to have Jenny tell her how she felt the televised segments and interviews had gone, in part it was distrust, wanting to make sure her partner hadn't blown up the lab, and in part it was affection. Without Siren in the lab to remind her of the time, Jenny would often work until she fell asleep over the keyboard, or get so wrapped up in poking around with a new template that she'd forget to eat. Siren hung up her coat in the lab's little entryway before stepping into the lab proper.
Since any one of a dozen companies footed the bill for her meals at the best restaurants every few nights, she'd ordered something to bring to her friend. Oh sure, she'd likely drown it in ketchup or barbecue sauce and eat it in massive bites, but Jenny would enjoy it nonetheless.
"Jenny!" she called, striding into the office, swaying her hips perfectly, looking every bit the seductress with her clinging evening gown that exposed a wondrous amount of cleavage, her tall heels, her perfectly made up face. Siren drew in a deep breath, licking her lips, trying her best to keep her hands off herself. She was still working the bugs out of her tweaks to her mind and body. Somehow there was still a bit of a disconnect between mind and body, thinking of her altered form was not registering to her mind as being hers. Combined with her loosening of sexual morals and inhibitions, if Siren's mind wandered on the topic of her body, she began to have lesbian fantasies about herself. She took a deep breath to help clear her mind, and detected a sweet scent upon the air. If anything it made her slight arousal somewhat worse. The scent was coming from the lab, "Jenny, try to remember that I keep my pheromone samples and my perfume samples right nex..."
She paused as she entered the lab. The sight that greeted her was of a stunningly gorgeous figure with skin the color of snow and beautiful ebon hair without a stitch of clothing, pleasuring herself with one of the office chairs. Not on, with. She was positioned in a sort of crouch, one leg on the ground, the other upon the seat of the chair, the arm crammed into her sex. She was also sucking lustily on a test tube.
"J-J-Jenny?" she stammered, awed, baffled, and more than a little aroused by the sight.
The gothic goddess drew in a deep breath, like a dreamer forcibly awakened from slumber. She fixed red eyes upon Siren and grinned. She crept forward, gasping as the chair arm left her sex with a wet sucking sound.
"Mmm... my apologies for starting without you. I just got so worked up about the very thought of you and I, together, your lips against mine, and not the ones you kiss with," Jenny said, grinning. Siren had been expecting pointed teeth, but thankfully there were none.
"Dammit, Jenny," she said softly, still awed by the sight of the naked women before her. Though Jenny had been altered, Siren could still see her friend's features in her new form. But she also recognized something of herself. They would likely be confused for sisters on the street, perhaps even twins if it weren't for their differences in coloration. "What have you done to yourself?"
Jenny chuckled, looking down over her voluptuous body. She grinned, "Do you like it? Because I know I do. I absolutely love it! No wonder you're always running off and leaving me all alone in the lab. I can't imagine being cooped up in here eighteen hours a day when I feel like this. Gods, I want to experience everything, men, women, hell a horse cock would feel utterly delightful right now." She licked her lips, "But I'll gladly have fun with you instead, Siren."
The almost vampiric Jenny sighed happily, openly leering at her friend's body, "We're perfect," she said, taking a step forward, "Why did I wait so long to do this, hmm? So much wasted time that could be better spent having fun."
The sweet scent on the air was growing stronger, and it almost had Siren in a lustful daze. She couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to have some fun with Jenny, just like she'd had some fun with the cute reporter in the restaurant bathroom. It was then that something clicked in Siren's mind.
"Oh you didn't!" she said through clenched teeth, striding over to the nanotech capsule command console. "You did!" she said with a sound that was half disgusted snort, half triumphant laugh.
"Dammit, I should have just copied over the files from Pale00 and spent the five minutes renaming directory paths..." she spun and glared at Jenny, "I was making a "Vampire Temptress" template for a donor who wanted to..."
Jenny was quite a bit closer than Siren had expected, close enough to wrap her pale arms around Siren's frame and pull her into a passionate kiss. It made Siren's legs go all wobbly, and it was only Jenny's embrace keeping her standing. Her head swam as she felt herself growing all the more needful. Eventually Jenny broke the kiss and Siren could think again.
"Mmm... gods... I need to tone that down..." she gasped before regaining her composure.
"Okay, Jenny, I need you to calm down right now, okay? You've got some templates interacting in a bad way. Have you stopped thinking about sex since the process started?"
That was enough to give Jenny pause. "N-no. I just figured that it was a lifetime of unexplored opportunities and desires making themselves known. But who cares? I love this..."
The touch of Jenny's lips upon Siren's neck was nearly enough to make her go all weak-kneed again. She bit her tongue and shoved her friend away. "Seriously, I mean it. There's probably a double variable addition between templates. Something arousal related. Did you get an error message?"
Jenny took a few steps back, taking a few deep breaths, trying to control herself, "Yeah, CSNOVAMIN. It was set at thirty."
Siren winced, "Dammit, that's essentially minimum arousal and it factors in to some other equations on sexual inhibition and morality. Dammit, I must've multiplied by three that in the Vamp template instead of added three. What did you put it at?"
Jenny grinned, "Twenty."
Siren's eyes widened, "Shit. I'm an eight. You remember Beverly Comfort who lived on our floor that one year in college? The one that would fuck virtually anybody that made eye contact with her and bought her a drink? She'd be a thirteen."
Jenny grinned and let out a deep breath, "I'm fine with that. I love the way I feel right now. I don't want to settle for anything less. C'mon..." she crept forward again, running her fingertips through Siren's bottle green hair, "you know you want to fuck."
Siren let out a soft cry as her arousal surged to nearly intolerable levels, "Oh I didn't! No way I could've...!" she gasped, and then let out a needful moan as she collapsed back, just barely catching herself on the computer desk behind her.
"Did what, Siren?" Jenny purred, slipping her hands beneath Siren's gown, running her tongue over her neck.
"I forgot to give myself immunity to this sort of thing," she said with a wince, unable to stop herself from answering.
"What sort of thing?" Jenny asked, slipping the gown's straps down, gently coaxing it from her partner's body.
"I put in a few small mental tags into the body templates once I was asked to design something for public usage. Anyone who uses one of my body templates responds well to suggestions from anyone with a designated M body template. I'm using 2.3m, I was going to upgrade myself to 2.4m once I'd gotten a few things worked out with this one. Like an idiot, I left the tag in for 2.3." Siren said through clenched teeth.
Jenny grinned widely, a predatory grin. "So you have to do what I say?"
"N-not quite. I j-just am exc..." she let out a soft cry as Jenny planted a kiss upon her loins as she knelt down and began removing Siren's shoes. "Exceptionally likely to act on any request or statement involving me in the most positive way. J-Jen, you need to get in the tube now. We need to fix you."
"I don't believe that I need to be fixed, Siren. I feel wonderful, I feel sexy, and I feel powerful. I'm not going to lose those feelings, ever."
"I don't want you to lose them either, but your sex drive is too strong, coupled with your... control... you could almost enslave anyone who has a body template," Siren said softly, hating herself for her mistakes.
Jenny ran a hand over Siren's cheek, "And what if I made you want to be enslaved, hmm? Could I do that?"
Siren lowered her gaze, "Y-yes. Yes you could. But please... don't."
"I don't think I need to, Siren. I can smell how lustful you are. If I can make you climax, you'll be mine anyway," she purred.
Siren arched her back, the words sinking in, making them true. She cried out as a surge of pleasure shot through her. It would feel so good to give in, to obey...
With a cry of effort she pushed herself off of the desk, pushing Jenny along with her, both of them ending up in the nanotech chamber, the door hissing shut behind them.
"Oh you didn't!" Siren whispered, "Tell me you didn't queue up another template."
Jenny grinned, with her lover now captive within the chamber; there would be no escape from her lusts. She held Siren against the walls as the hiss of nanotech mist filled the chamber. She slipped her fingers into Siren's sex, the sensations eliminating any thoughts of rebellion from her new pet. Just a few more moments and Siren would be hers. Jenny would be the one in charge, and Siren would be looked upon as the assistant.
"I did. DKY-WR Final... something..." Jenny murmur, lowering her head, wanting to tease Siren's perfect breast with her tongue.
"Oh no..." Siren whispered, "No, no, no. On top of the temptress template... oh gods, doubling up on the control variables... no one would be able to resist you."
The now familiar tickle of the nanites spread over Jenny's body, their subtle vibration sorely missed. Her skin tickled... no, it wasn't quite that, it was a bit deeper. The nanites crept into her once more, lurking just below the surface, altering things, changing things, making Jenny even better than before. No matter what she became, she would love it; embrace it, if only because Siren didn't want her to have it. Siren hadn't wanted her to have anything wonderful like this; she'd kept it to herself.
"And you most of all," Jenny said with a chuckle as pale grey fur spread over her body. "Considering this is a fantasy of yours. Pray tell, what is it my little pet?" Jenny let out a soft sigh as the tickle of growing fur ceased, the nanites beginning to work themselves deeper. Once more they were all over her body, but they seemed to be clustered this time, within her belly, upon her legs, at the spine of her spine, within her fingers, ears, and face.
Siren flushed a deep crimson at the command. Despite the order she held her tongue, this particular fantasy being somewhat... juvenile. Beneath her. It was almost childish the way she'd thought of using it. She watched as her mis... her friend changed, her ears elongating, gaining muscles upon her head to move them around. Jenny's fingers within Siren seemed to shift, growing thicker, merging into a single digit. Siren knew that there would be three on each hand, each tipped with a thick black nail. Not quite human, but certainly not the forelimbs of a quadrupedal creature; a sort of compromise between man and beast, halfway in between. Tears leaked from her eyes as she cursed herself. She was actually enjoying this, actually turned on by the thought of fucking what her friend was becoming.
Jenny let out a giggle as her new tail sprouted from the base of her spine; grey furred like the rest of her, with a black tuft on the end. It hung down well past her knees, stopping just shy of her ankles. She stopped her licks and kisses to stare back at it. Jenny looked down at her hand, back at her tail, over the her grey furry body and grinned.
"Meagan Custer, the most foulmouthed daughter of a megachurch preacher I've ever seen." Jenny said in comprehension. "What was it she used to say?"
She slipped her fingers from her pet, bringing them up, holding them tantalizingly close to Siren's lips, waiting until they parted before licking them clean, teasing her even more. Jenny could feel the nanites working within her belly, upon her loins. There was a feeling of gentle, downward motion. She placed her hoof-hands upon Siren's shoulders, coaxing her down that way as well.
For a few moments Jenny needed Siren to support her as the nanomachines took the opportunity to reform her legs. Lengthening the ankle, shortening the calf, merging all the toes into a single, shiny black hoof. Jenny grinned, showing off blocky equine teeth, her face beginning to push outward into a muzzle. She felt a strange stirring in her aching loins as the nanites began to further alter her sex.
"What was it she used to say about lesbians, dear Siren?" Jenny demanded, Siren now down on her knees. The green haired girl couldn't help but lick her lips. Jenny's alteration was nearly complete now, the pheromones that triggered obedience in Siren too strong to overcome.
She gulped as she saw the change beginning to take place, hating herself for the lust that filled her loins and the saliva that filled her mouth. "She said "I'd rather suck a donkey's dick than sleep with another woman.""
"Mmm... and she's on the list, isn't she? Recipient of one of your body templates, yes?" Jenny said with a grin, her words a bit thick until her jaw finished reforming, halfway between a human face and a donkey's muzzle. The flow of lubrication from her loins had stopped for a few moments as her sex was sculpted into something new; her lips tugging downward, becoming a loose sack, soon filled with baseball sized testes. A new structure pushing out of the former opening, just as thick and sensitive as her sex had been, now tinted black, now more solid.
It grew and grew, longer, thicker, taking on the proper shape; a flat, trumpet-shaped head, a thick ring in the middle, its entire eighteen inch length emerging from a grey furred sheath.
"So you figured, why not make her do both at the same time?" Jenny whispered, stroking her new length. Her equine phallus ached, demanding far more attention than her pussy ever had. She needed to put it in something oh so badly.
"Y-yes..." Siren said softly, dreamily, licking her lips.
Jenny smiled, stroking her pet's emerald hair. Siren needed some additions, cute pointed ears, soft brown fur, a pair of properly sexy hooves.
"But I'm guessing you wanted more than that?" she said softly, letting out a soft moan as Siren began to caress the shaft without having to be told.
"I... I wanted to make her long for something like that. To beg and plead to be made like this. Not entirely. I just wanted her to beg me to give her ears and a tails, hooves..." she looked so embarrassed and ashamed.
"And?" Jenny cooed, the very thought of transforming Siren into a half-human half-donkey like herself so very arousing. Her new length erupted with precum, drenching Siren's perfect tits with the glistening slickness.
Siren seemed to be fighting with all the resistance she could muster, slowly moving to sandwich Jenny's manhood between her breasts. But she couldn't help it; she'd designed the fantasy, only to have the roles turned around on her. She couldn't help but open her lips, leaning down closer and closer to the sweet, hot, delicious shaft before her.
"And a donkey dick of her very own. No feminine genitals remaining. So she would always be, in a way, having gay sex. And so she... she..." Siren could no longer resist, giving into her urges, she took in her mistress' cock to the hilt, pleasuring it like a pro.
"So she could suck donkey dick whenever she wanted." Jenny finished, stroking her pet's hair, sighing happily as the last of the nanotech faded.
"Once we're done exploring my new body, little pet, we're going to be writing a new template for you. To give you exactly what you want. Donkey ears, a tail, hooves, and most importantly, a dick. I'll even let you make it so you can have control over others, but not as strong as mine. And then? Then we'll go pay Little Miss Meagan a visit, letting you play the part you've been dreaming about." Jenny said trailing off into pleasured moans and brays.
She grabbed Siren's head, thrusting as hard as she could into her pet's eager maw as her hard-on erupted for the first time, flooding Siren's throat with her thick, bestial seed. She quickly withdrew, letting the rest splatter onto her pet's perfect body, the pearlescence gleaming, glistening, looking so right upon her tanned skin.
"And then once we're done, once she's begged to be like us... I think we might visit a few sexy celebs on that list. Gods, I can think of a few dozen hotties I'd like to cram full of donkey cock for a few hours, before letting them join in on the fun. How would you like that, my pet?"
Siren looked up at her mistress with a lustful gleam in her eyes and a predatory grin upon her face, "I'd just love it, mistress." |
Digital Duchess
Teagan found herself awakened from slumber by the sound of her computer's speakers letting out a peel of symphonic trumpets in a triumphant fanfare. She fumbled around on her nightstand for her glasses, blinked the sleep from her eyes before putting them on, and directed a glare to the glowing tower of her gaming machine upon seeing that the green digits upon her clock read 4 AM. It was Saturday, her day to sleep in if she wasn't organizing something big for her guild to do. The latest expansion for Sorcery.Net's post apocalyptic fantasy MMO, Never Fade Away, had hit the store shelves on Thursday, and everyone was busy poking through the new content on their own. There were no organized events save for the new raid later in the evening.
She yawned and slipped from her bed, taking the covers with her, curious as to why her computer was making music. She'd shut everything down, except for the Army Trainer program which was always running in the background.
It also served as the patch updater and as a peer-to-peer distribution client for the game itself. With the new expansion Deign Commander also allowed a player to create a few set defensive strategies for when their armies were attacked when they weren't playing. It was one of the most requested features, being able to customize defense for the lay of the land where the player's base was built, as well as the specific unit allotments.
In the hours since its release Teagan had seen her ranking shoot up from the top one hundred to the top ten. PvP in Never Fade Away was rather interesting, as the in-game lore stated that the player characters never actually faced one another. Rather they face a demonic shadow duplicate. Which character or side was the double and which was the original was usually determined randomly, though one could set a preference.
To be honest, Teagan loved playing her Shadow Army more than her actual army. The shadow forces were far more customizable and interesting to play, while the followers of her PC had more plot and backstory to them. She'd written histories for them that had been deemed good enough to take into the official in game lore.
She turned her monitor on, and with a few clicks found that Deign Commander was indeed the source of the noise. The animated version of Aimy, her in game pet, danced on the screen, apparently celebrating her newly acquired status as the number one ranked army in the NFA world.
Customized automated attack strategies had been added with the last expansion, and Teagan had devoted an entire week to crafting them for the top hundred players, and spent a few hours every week since then updating them to keep current.
When she'd gone to bed [ST Cobra] Pawstruck had been neck and neck with [Blue Smoosh] Uratoh, [Clan Kinai] Yuriko, [Covert Ops] Morgoth, and [Sushi Shadows] Greywolf.
Looking over the logs, it seemed that Pawstruck had gotten bum rushed by a dozen or so lower ranked players, hired as mercenaries by Morgoth. Teagan had set up contingencies so that her forces would join in on any attack against Pawstruck, and with her tweaks to the Shadow Army using bits from the newest expansion, she'd been the one to do the most damage, thus getting the majority of the spoils.
Yuriko and Greywolf had attempted to zerg rush Uratoh with everything they had, which would've worked if Pawstruck hadn't been in a rage and looking to regain lost booty, ransacking their capital cities with skirmishers.
Uratoh, meanwhile, had been attempting to loot Teagan's lands, but she'd drawn the bad luck of drawing the role of the mundane army, facing Teagan's Shadow counterparts. The synergy of her stealth strike units combined with the new abilities that let them regain a portion of the damage they did as health, and having a unit kill up their ability for regeneration had allowed Teagan to hold off the pillagers entirely without taking a single casualty. Perfect battles at this level were non-existent, and odds were that there would be a nerfbat in the future for at least one of the abilities.
Teagan grinned; she'd be secure in first-place until that happened, since she was the only one out of the top fifty players who had devoted time and resources to getting her stealth-strikers leveled up. Armored defenders had been the flavor of the month with the last expansion, and they were still one of the most overpowered units. She'd guessed that the damage dealers would be getting a boost with the new expansion to compensate, and she'd been right.
Morgoth's Shadow Army had attempted an invasion as well, loaded up with just about everything he had, even using three of the five special promotional items that had been released with the last expansion; the Fist, Fang, and Flail of Haborym, the only one of the Thirteen Shadows Lords that had yet to be revealed in game.
Luck, and the new defensive strategies had been with Teagan, as using her stealth units to ferry her mages behind Morgoths forces had worked perfectly. Caught in a pincher between her citadel's walls and her mage's might, she'd defeated the Shadow Army, and received the three items.
Her eyes widened at that, she'd already won the Scale of Haborym, the best shield in the game. The defense bonus from that had likely assured her two victories, even with the might of the Flail on Morgoth's side.
A stray thought crossed her mind, and Teagan found herself fully awake as she logged in, wanting to check her inventory. Pawstruck had been the holder of the Wing of Haborym, and if she'd gotten lucky on the loot roll...
Teagan's eyes widened as she saw the four new items, their unique black-red reflection gleaming. They immediately were added to her character. Teagan was rather fond of Sorsha. Like most of the high ranked characters, she was an epic race in an epic class with a few of the epic perks and background abilities, as well as a bunch of things from the expansions and various add-on packs.
She was one of the epic Elven races, a redeemed Dark Elf. She'd used two of her starting traits to pick up Angelic and Monster Maiden bloodlines, the first allowed her to get rid of Fade points, which made the Shadow character stronger, which would pull her up in rank, which would mean that the normal character would be weaker in comparison to the competition.
Getting high rankings was a balancing act if you competed in the storyline ladder. You could take your Shadow character or your normal character and fight all you like, and most people did, but Teagan preferred having an impact on the outcome of the game world. She did her best to keep her Fade points as close to zero as she could. It kept the two versions of her character at roughly even power levels so she wasn't overpowered or underpowered.
The Dark Elf race had innate Fade resistance as well as magical boosting abilities and some unique armors that only Dark Elves could use. The two bloodlines added extra abilities, one almost a class of its own, but also had their own drawbacks. The Angelic bloodline cut off usage of the Demon, Shadow, and Beyond the Stars talent trees for the Battlemage, which were very useful.
The Monster Maiden, however, was almost a class onto itself, granting the use of a pet, some monster-only abilities, and some very powerful buffs. The downside was that for the entire game she'd be tagged as having the Beast subtype, the most common monster race, and thus a very common bonus damage enchantment on weapons. That was unless you got lucky and not only managed to land the killing blow on a particular one of the twelve known Shadow Lords, but also make the roll that let a Monster Maiden gain an ability from them.
Most starter perks gave very solid and hefty bonuses to one or two stats or skills, Monster Maidens got nothing, just a cute pet at the start and the ability to, on occasion, have the opportunity to add a boost themed on a monster she'd landed the killing blow on. If her pet got it, then there was the chance of getting a new pet based on the fallen foe.
Teagan was rather impressed. As for the one advantage, the developers had designed a buff that every single monster in the game could give, as well as a cute pet monster based off of them, and a few variations that had aspects of other pet monsters. It was rather like the shadow-creature construction system, but with the game adding on bits rather than the player. Hitting up the twelve Shadow Lords twice every weekend had gotten Teagan the best bonuses the game had to offer, as well as a pet that gave her some defensive buffs, did decent damage and was an absolutely massive sack of hit points. The fact that it was also a chibi version of the Shadow Lord Xalailatathion, the massive three headed hydra, also helped.
The Wing was a cloak, the edges lined with silvery patterns, mostly jagged lines and circles, the symbol for Haborym herself. The Fist was a bracer, worn on the weapon bearing hand. Getting a close up, it looked kind of like a taloned hand with the claws slipping between the fingers. Very wicked looking.
And the Flail seemed to be more of an adornment, a small spiked ball on the end of a chain that attached to another weapon. In fact all five items were worn over other gear. They took their attributes from gear that was already being worn, essentially becoming higher powered versions.
Teagan admired her elven avatar's attire, grinning at the sight. Sorsha was quite the sight to see, with her ebon skin, radiant white hair worn back in a long braid, her large, golden eyes, and her half-trenchcoat half-evening gown style robe. Teagan watched as the black leather took on the gleaming red-black sheen of a Haborym item. The silver marks of the Shadow Lord began to appear on it as well, spreading to the user interface of the game.
"Wow." Teagan said softly, completely and totally awake now. The fanfare ceased, and was replaced by a whistle, followed by the voice of the Deign Commander, using Aimy as an avatar.
"Having gathered the five items of power scattered in the world by the Thirteenth Lord of Shadow, Haborym the Seductress, the fountainhead of all that is Shadow in the world, you have shown yourself to be a powerful warrior and a cunning leader. At this moment she bides her time, awaiting the day when Shadow triumphs over Light and its many squabbling factions. Then and only then can she be freed from within her prison deep within the heart of a star." The chibi hydra said, its central head speaking while the other two looked at it, one with an expression of confusion, the other listening intently. It made Teagan giggle.
"But her avatar, plotting from our own world, offers you a challenge. If you are mighty enough to succeed, you will be granted Haborym's Corset, the final item of her power, making you untouchable in the realm of Never Fade Away."
The hydra fluttered her wings, avoiding the pop up window that appeared. She sunk her claws into the side and top, and peered down at the options.
"Do you wish to take her up on the challenge? Yes or no?"
Teagan grinned, bringing the mouse cursor over and clicking yes.
The screen flashed red for a moment, the theme for her desktop altering, her taskbar becoming the gleaming red-black of Haborym. That shouldn't be happening. Silver symbols began appearing on the screen, being drawn slowly, and then seeming to spread, like a stain over the ground.
Teagan's eyes widened as the symbols spread from the screen to the monitor itself, down onto her desk. "Wait, what?" she said, stunned, standing from her chair. The symbols spread faster, down one leg of her desk and down onto the floor and onto the carpet.
"I've got to still be asleep, I've got to be dreaming!" Teagan said aloud, taking a step away from the slithering silver design. It darted forward, forming a circle around her. Teagan was quite familiar with the sight of teleportation circles, they were in every town and dungeon, after all. But she'd never seen one with a Shadow Lord's symbol as the driving force before.
"Just a dream." She whispered, closing her eyes and trying to taking conscious control of what she supposed to be a dream, "Wake up Teagan, wake up."
Red light flared and Teagan felt herself sucked into the cold void between worlds.
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There was a general sensation of falling, but there was no sense of speed, no wind whipping by. All Teagan could see was blackness, completely endless. It wasn't like when you closed your eyes, seeing phantom patterns and bits of color. With her eyes open she saw nothing. She heard nothing, not a single sound. She opened her mouth to scream but found she could neither draw in nor expel breath, but her chest did not burn. She couldn't move; she could only remain stock still, all her senses seemingly blanked out save for the feelings of her own immobile body occurring within. The bleak emptiness felt cold, terribly cold, and yet not painful or uncomfortable. Outside of the strange void Teagan was sure the clawing chill would freeze her skin. But here it seemed to be the only sensation that existed outside of herself.
And then as if to counteract that chill, Teagan could feel a warmth building inside of her. And then she could see herself, falling in the blackness, her nightgown fluttering ever so slightly, slowly. It looked like she was falling through a near-frictionless fluid, only the surface area of the nightgown allowing a sensation of pressure.
And then the garment began to dissolve away, turning to light blue fluid that marked Teagan's slow descent. In a few moments she was naked, laid bare before her eyes. Her body stared upward, an unchanging expression of confusion upon her face.
Something seemed to snake up from the depths, swirling ribbons of energy. They glowed softly, leaving their reflections upon Teagan's pale, computer geek skin. There were three of them, the largest a dark purple, nearly black, shot through with a slightly lighter pattern. It looked almost like a stylized centipede upon a banner, and the motions it made looked rather like it was crawling on her. Teagan tried to wince as she felt a phantom tickling sensation, like dozens of legs belonging to a prehistorically-sized invertebrate were trampling around over her body. Where each caress of the strange energy banner touched her body blackness spread over her wan skin. It felt... quite nice, actually. It also served to drive off the biting chill that surrounded Teagan.
The darkness spread from those points, covering her somewhat pudgy body in pure black skin. At her head and loins, however, finding hair, it instead changed it from dull blonde-brown, to intense, vibrant white. If she could move, Teagan would have gasped. But instead she could merely watch as the ribbon of energy circled her head several times. She could feel a tickle upon her ears, seeing them smooth out, elongate, and take on the familiar pointed shape that she'd seen time and time again in Never Fade Away. She had become a Dark Elf version of herself.
But the ribbon of energy was not done yet. Whereas there had only been small and light touches before, the banner drew in tighter; pressing against her bare skin. Teagan could feel skin, flesh, and bone all giving way beneath it. The sensations didn't hurt at all, but they felt rather strange. It coiled its entire length around her body, like a serpent. Constricting and squeezing, molding her body like soft clay. She watched as her rather rotund form was squished and squeezed, her mass distributed into a more pleasing configuration. She watched with awe as her body was stretched out slowly, granting her an additional six inches of height, pushing her a touch over six feet in height.
That was enough to turn her from a rather squat, plump, almost comedic looking figure to an almost statuesque beauty. But the alterations were not done yet. While her roundness was mostly vanquished, it had remained in all the right places, and those places were getting bigger.
Teagan no longer felt cold, she felt pleasantly warm, growing warmer still as the two other ribbons of energy, one white and gold, one brown and green, began to swirl in around her as well.
Her vision of herself began to dim, and Teagan began to feel sensation again. The chitin-legged tickle of the purple and black energy faded away, replaced by the sensations of the other two. The white one felt warm and pure, like sitting in the sun on a cool spring morning. The other was soft, sweet, comforting, like a kitten snuggling up to you. They were so relaxing they made her feel sleepy. The feeling of the strange void was vanishing, replaced by more mundane sensations; the softness of sheets, the warmth of a bed, the plush pillow beneath her head. Teagan sighed happily, though she wished the dream wouldn't end. It had been strange, but it had also been very interesting.
But still the sensations of the energy banners continued, and Teagan clung to them, hoping to remain asleep for some time longer. The white one's warm touch focused on her head, relieving the almost constant pressure in Teagan's sinuses from her allergies, making her eyes stop their almost unceasing itch that she would wake with every morning. But most of all it seemed to touch her beyond the flesh, leaving her with a wonderful peace of mind and calmness she had never known.
The green and brown one seemed to center upon her torso, pleasant sensations upon her chest, her belly, and her loins. They felt good... better than good... almost... erotic. Mmm... Teagan felt her breath coming in short, pleasured gasps. There was a comfortable weight upon her chest, one that felt good pressed against the sheets. There was also, oddly enough, something similar upon her belly, a feeling of pleasant weight and tightness that felt wonderful. There was something soft against her belly, equal parts warm slickness and soft leather.
Someone seemed to be caressing her belly, and it felt wonderful. Teagan leaned into the touch, wanting more, shifting her weight a bit. She was rewarded with a doubling of sensation, a second warm touch upon her body. Then there was a third, and a fourth, and a fifth. The three new sensations were different; hotter, far more erotic and intense. One touch was upon her breast, another at her loins, and another strangely in her mouth. It was as if she were being pleasured by several people at once.
She felt herself waking up, a sensation of fog clearing from her mind. She drew back more and more into herself, finding strangely that the sensations only grew more powerful. She found someone pressed up against her; somebody wonderfully warm beneath the covers. It seemed like they were dressed in some sort of body suit, maybe latex, or something of the like, since the touch was smooth and sleek. The person behind her was also the one rubbing Teagan's belly, which felt oddly heavy, bigger than it was supposed to be. But tight and solid, not thick and flabby like it normally did.
It felt like someone was kissing her, or something. The tongue felt rough, like a cat's, but also oddly forked. Her own tongue found several rather large, pointed, canine teeth in the mouth that was against her own. The sensations from her breast and loins felt similar, a dexterous, rough, insistent tongue housed within a deliciously warm mouth. But the sensations felt all wrong. There was a feeling of something being drained from her breast, the nipples longer and thicker than they ought to be. Despite the feeling of something flowing from her (was she lactating somehow? What was going on?) Teagan could feel an odd sensation of pressure, her breasts and nipples seeming to grow with every caress and suck.
She had to be still dreaming, somehow, yet everything that she experienced with each moment seemed more and more real, more and more pleasurable. Everything felt so strange, so unusual, and yet somehow she found it to be familiar and comforting. Even the powerful pressure that was building in her loins.
Teagan could feel something in her pussy, hard, thick, and smooth, tapering to a point. It felt rather like some weird sort of sex toy, but it seemed to move on its own. It moved in strange ways, horizontal and from side to side rather than in and out. But that was not the strange pressure that worried her. It came a goodly deal before that part of her anatomy, but still contained within the area of her groin.
Much like her bosom, that portion of her body seemed to be growing and swelling as well, each passing moment granting it increased size and weight, and yet somehow growing ever more sensitive as it grew. It felt like... no, that couldn't be possible. This had to be a dream! But nonetheless the unwanted organ seemed to be coming closer and closer to climax with each passing moment.
Teagan felt trapped and tried to claw her way out of the dream, forcing herself to wake up. At the very least she wanted to free herself from the embrace of the strange horde of people intent on pleasuring her. The bedcovers were heavy and thick, a hefty quilt atop sheets that could nearly be blankets by themselves, meant to help drive off the deep cold in a bedroom that lacked a proper heating element.
Try as she might Teagan couldn't escape the grip of her latex-wearing molesters. She tried to get a grip on the hands wrapped around her body, stroking her belly. But she couldn't even wrap her hands around the wrists. The hands felt funny, like they were in overly large mittens or gloves or something. Gripping one of them, Teagan even lacked the strength to pull it away.
She was about to bite down on the tongue invading her mouth when she felt the sensation within her loins shift. The long, thick, forked tongue ceased wrapping around the outside of the unfamiliar organ, and instead somehow managed to slither down the inside of it. It was too much for poor Teagan to take. Every muscle in her body seemed to tense at once, feeling as if they were trying to force all the fluid in her body into her core, to be expelled from her climaxing cock in one of a dozen massive torrents. She couldn't move, she could barely even think.
The molester kissing her broke contact, allowing Teagan to draw in a deep breath. The one pleasuring her cock was latched on quite tightly, and seemed intent on slowly suckling every last drop of seed that it could from her. She lay in the bed, panting, trying to regain her breath. The toy was slowly, almost teasingly, coaxed from her sex, making Teagan shiver with delight. Something nuzzled her neck, warm and smooth, just like the rest of the latex suit.
"Mmm..." purred a strange voice in her ear, "I love waking you up every morning, Mommy."
Teagan's eyes widened, the voice sounding familiar, the words sounding familiar, but the tone was... wrong. It still had some of the qualities, the sense of wonder at nearly everything, the childlike innocence, the same gender neutral quality that her Never Fade Away pet/mount Aimy had, but deeper.
She managed to finally shove away the covers and turned to find herself face to face with a dragon. She let out a frightened squeak, which was ignored, the nuzzling continuing. It trailed downward, the serpentine creature poking her arm to the side, bending its long neck so that it would have access to Teagan's other breast.
To her horror she found a second dragon there, a matched set of jaws intent on draining her breasts of their milky burden. Teagan watched with fascination as they continued to grow as she watched, taking on ludicrous, nearly fetish fantasy art proportions. Looking down over herself, Teagan could see her black skin, familiar scars and the tattoos of many magic rituals.
"Oh gods," she whispered, her voice taking on a familiar, exotic accent, but one that had no place coming from her throat rather than her computer speakers, "I'm Sorsha!"
The draconic head between her legs relinquished its grip on her softening member, red, glowing eyes looking up at her with a mix of confusion and annoyance. "Mommy, Did you go and sell your existence to one of those weird beings from Outside? The ones that have never even been incarnate before and haven't a clue on how to do anything?" the hydra said with more than a generous helping of annoyance.
"No!" Teagan protested, trying to shove Aimy's heads away from her breasts, no matter how good it felt it was incredibly weird and far too personal a thing to be doing with someone... well... something she'd never even met in the flesh before.
"Prove it! Your journal is across the room, when was I born?" the hydra said smugly.
"You're Aimy, right?"
The black and red scaled beast nodded with its free head, "Yup."
"Umm... two or three months? I don't remember quite clearly, it was a good weekend, got the rare Monster Maiden drop from Xalailatathion, which was your egg, then the fight with the Scourge Prince that I managed to snag the bloodline ability for him, and then having you hatch during the "flail around and bleed lava everywhere" phase for The T'Rath Minotaur, and you managed to get the killing blow and level up like twenty times." Teagan said, wracking her brain.
The hydra stopped sucking and pulled away, fixing Teagan with strange looks from all six eyes. "The events are right, but the timing is wrong. I turned ten years old last month! So who are you?"
Teagan sighed and instinctively felt on the nightstand for her glasses, and found them. She placed them upon her face, finding no change in the quality of her vision. Though as she looked at Aimy she had some strange sense of the dragon's power, her state of health, and how many times she could breathe her deadly infernos of shadow magic before she needed a rest.
Raidmaster Lenses, from one of the promotional kick off events, given to the first 144 guild raid leaders to complete the new Shadow Lord battle with each expansion. But they looked and felt just like her actual glasses, save for the coloration of the frames. Teagan blinked several times and stood from the bed, wincing at the coldness of the floor beneath her feet.
"I... I'm Teagan, Teagan Powell. I um... play Sorsha. To me she's a character in a game." She explained, as baffled by her words as the hydra.
The hydra nodded and sighed contentedly, "Oh, that's good. You're the guiding spirit for the Velvet Guard."
Teagan shrugged and found a small smile appearing upon her face as the dragon mentioned her guild, "Yeah... I guess I am, in a way." She said with a sigh as she walked over to the narrow mirror on the wall. She looked over her body with complete confusion.
"So Sorsha's a hermaphrodite?" she asked Aimy, "I didn't pick anything like that."
She glared at the thick phallus between her legs, nearly two feet long, thick, and animalistic. It looked like a horse's dick, and she only knew that because some joker had made a Team Fortress 2 mod that replaced a weapon with one.
"Duh. That's what happens to a Monster Maiden when their first pets are primarily females." The hydra said with a snort, "You're like a demigod, guiding my mistress like you do, how do you not know this?"
"They don't have this written down anywhere in the background or the lore! The Monster Charm ability tree gave me a choice of extra Presence with a female pet, or Constitution with a male..."
"It's easier on the body to pleasure a huge girl creature, than a huge guy creature. They all have something that needs to be put into something. As tasty as that is, getting your bones and muscles magically stretched and altered to feel pleasure instead of pain when that happens is going to result in some higher pain tolerance." The creature explained.
Teagan looked over her reflection in the mirror more, awed at her beautiful, exotic, elven appearance. She was just as she'd always pictured Sorsha, except for the obvious add-ons that apparently didn't make the public game lore and didn't show up as character model alterations. She was tall and athletic, gorgeously built, with gleaming golden eyes, snow white hair, and richly colored lips (and other sensual bits) tinted a shade of dark rose.
She struck a few poses, admiring herself and giggling. But her gaze always came back to the differences between the game model and what she had become. She had to turn away as she could feel heat stirring in her loins from her admiration of her own form. Absently she kept putting her hands on her rounded belly, rubbing it. She let out a soft moan as she walked back to the bed, almost entranced by the sensation.
Aimy placed a huge paw upon her midsection, "Don't do that. You'll get yourself wound up again."
"Wh-why does it feel so good? And why is Sorsha... why am I pregnant to begin with? Especially if I only... you know... with girl monsters." She felt heat upon her cheeks, her blush going unnoticed with her ebon skin.
"You're a Monster Maiden, for you the agony of childbirth is removed. You're meant to be a wellspring of Life in the world. You're given a gift, or a curse as some see it, by the gods, goddesses, and spirits of fertility. You will never have children with a member of your own race, but literally anything else is fair game."
Teagan stopped stroking herself, instead lying back onto her pillow and letting the information sink in. It was rather difficult not to press up against Aimy, as the hydra took up most of the king sized bed with her bulk. The dragon was wonderfully warm, and despite the strange newness of it all, Aimy was oddly familiar and comforting.
"But it's not like humans or dragons can do; just about every offspring that hatches is a pureblooded member of your lover's race. You can add a few things, making the offspring stronger, but it will always be something else. You'd never have babies with another elf, but an orc, or a fairy, or a beastman would all be able to knock you up, or be knocked up by you. Mostly you do the knocking."
The former human did her best not to fondle herself, but it seemed almost impossible. Just breathing seemed to excite her, the bottoms of her milk-filled breasts rubbing against the top of her over-sensitive tummy.
"This is from Axlcoatl, isn't it? How would a Monster Maiden manage to seduce one of the Shadow Lords? And..." she blinked several times, her face also taking on a series of puzzled expressions, "And isn't Xalailatathion a girl?"
"Charm Maidens can sometimes manage to coerce a Shadow Lord into a bit of fun, though they tend to get smacked around."
"That would explain why failed Charm attempts reduce Monster Maidens to 1 HP during fights with the multi-party monsters."
Aimy snorted, "I have no idea what that means, but I think it sounds about right. Anyway, with Laila you didn't do anything. You're also a Blood Maiden. It's the more popular route for Monster Maidens. Typically it's a hunting thing, track down your prey, drink their blood, and take their power, rather than seduce them into giving it to you. Tends to give you clutches, since you always have at least two, replacing the creature you've slain with several new lives."
Teagan winced, "That seems kind of cruel..."
"Not really. Most of the time these are dangerous creatures, Maidenbourne monsters tend to protect sentient life, rather than seeking to harm it. At the very least they tend to avoid picking on their mother's humanoid race, they find it instinctively distasteful. Though that changes to bloodlines and families with Dark Elves. Being picked off by rival families is always a hazard with them."
"Them? I thought Sorsha was a Dark Elf?"
"She is. She's not of the poisoned dagger and centipede patterned slinky dress type, though. Pocket of celestial energy trapped underground. Angelic blood. She doesn't like to talk about it. She hasn't seen her home in a long time, at least as long as I've been here."
Teagan found herself snuggling up to the hydra, wrapping her arms around one tree-trunk like neck and enjoying Aimy's smooth plum hued scales against her bare skin. The barest brush against Teagan's nipple made her leak milk.
"Okay, those I get, but why the hell are my tits half again as big as my head and leaking milk?" she said, her annoyed confusion punctuated with a pleasured moan as Aimy's side heads curled their tongues around four inch long nipples. It felt so familiar, like Teagan did this all the time. It wasn't anything to be upset over, and it most certainly didn't seem to be something that worried Sorsha. If Aimy had really been with the Dark Elf Battlemage for a decade, this sort of thing would be common, if it happened regularly.
"Monster Maidens take on aspects of creatures they fuck, or fight; it gives them new abilities, increases their power, and alters the body. Mistress can take on a dozen smaller alterations, or half that many larger changes. She has many changes that she can take on, but since she acquired a new one from Huesostea, the Bone Lady, she had to take on a blank slate again. You can shift around little changes as you like, but the big ones have to be layered on slowly, one at dawn and one at dusk."
Teagan found herself panting again, her cock half hard, having emerged from her sheath. "But it only takes fifteen minutes when I pl..." she paused, realization dawning, "That makes sense, the day/night cycle takes a bit under 30 minutes to complete." Her calculations were cut off by a draconic paw curling around her cock.
"Just relax, Mommy, let's get all your pent up juices out so we can start the day. We have a long ride ahead of us. This is the last big inn we'll see for awhile. Civilization stops here, for the most part."
The new dark elf found herself doing just that, Aimy had long been a companion in her mind, she'd written stories about the hydra. Though in the flesh she was much more developed than her in game representation, with oversized eyes, heads, and paws to give her a cute, kittenish look; the real Aimy looked more... sensual. Sleek and shiny, her scales gleaming in the dim light of dawn filtering in through the inn windows. She looked sexy, something about her appearance stirring up instinctive lusts deep down within Teagan's core.
"Wh-what are we out here for?" she asked, her words followed by a cry as Aimy coaxed her mother's member into her waiting vent.
"Why, we're here to look for signs of the last of the Shadow Lords, Haborym. Hers is the only avatar no one has been able to track down. If all thirteen Shadow Lords can have their manifestations in this world struck down as one, they would begin to lose their grip upon our realm. There would be peace." She purred, her long tongue teasing Teagan's hair.
Haborym. That was what Teagan was here for, the invitation that she'd opened that had brought her into the realm. She was here to take up the Shadow Lord's challenge. Odds were that she'd have to succeed in order to be able to go home.
But for now she'd enjoy being a Monster Maiden, and it seemed her monster was horny as hell. It brought a whole new meaning to riding her mount. |
Fade to Black
Ice moaned softly as he fought his way up from unconsciousness. The last thing that he remembered was everything going black as his one man scout submarine, the UEAES Saratoga, had all its operating lights cut out.
Everything had gone dead, and shortly after, so had Ice's arm. The cybernetic had served him quite well over the past year, since the last attack on his scout sub had given him injuries so severe that his arm had to be amputated to prevent infection from spreading to the rest of his body. The familiar cold sensation of the barely sensate limb had suddenly vanished, the linkages to the artificial nerves erupting in pain intense enough to knock Ice unconscious. He'd never heard of anything like that happening, and he hoped that the intricate circuitry of the prosthetic had not been damaged by the attack.
His clothes had been stripped off, and he was lying in bed. The Saratoga itself could, potentially, have removed his clothes and placed him in bed. The vessel was equipped with several modified oceanic research robots, and they could operate on their treads within the sub itself. The AI had done it once before, when Ice had come down with a fever and nausea from some bad rations. But this most certainly did not feel like his bed. It was too comfortable. For one, it felt like a real mattress and not the thin layer of foam over metal that folded out of the wall, and the blanket on top of him was far warmer than the standard issue blanket supplied with the sub.
The cheapskate admiralty had only allotted the Saratoga one of them, despite its three bunks. With the advent of the AI computer, the scout ship no longer needed a crew of three to man it, and though proper one man vessels were being prototyped it was far cheaper to merely add on the AI computer core and the equipment needed to run the vessel, leaving the pilot as the only non-replaceable crewmember.
"Sara, what's going on?" he asked the darkness. Sara, for Saratoga. Occasionally he wondered what the pilot of the Phozvulski called their AI. He wasn't expecting an answer, and he received none, but if he wasn't on the Saratoga, he couldn't imagine anywhere else he could be. The nearest ship or submarine large enough to have a compatible docking collar had been a good two or three days away, and his posting in the Marianas Trench was far away enough from shore that there wouldn't be a New Russian Empire floating dry-dock this far out. Putting such a high-level asset out into international waters would only attract a missile strike.
The darkness of the room did not help at all to relieve Ice's confusion; he could see little more than a pattern of faint red marks that glowed beside the table. It reminded him of one of those weird clocks that some of the more tech-minded people he'd served with had owned. It was probably in Binary or Klingon or something. The clock told him that he wasn't in a prison cell; you wouldn't leave any loose objects that might be used as weapons in a place you'd expect to put a hostile.
Ice tossed aside the covers and sat up, finding carpet beneath his feet. Strange, the United Earth Alliance (a rather grandiose name for the union of the former United States, Canada, Mexico, Germany and Britain from Europe, and a few more that Ice had never really learned about in school, the other ones were never looked upon as important) did its best to make everything as cost-efficient as possible. There wouldn't be any carpeting aboard one of their ships.
He stood, placing one hand against the wall, which felt oddly smooth. He stood for a few moments, and became even more baffled. He most certainly wasn't aboard a UEA ship; he couldn't feel the swaying. Even if he was on-board an NRE dreadnought, he doubted that he'd be put into an officer's cabin rather than the brig. Equally likely, he would be left to float in the sea after the Saratoga was seized.
Oddly, he didn't have any aches or pains at all, as he would have suspected from an attack on his ship, or being knocked unconscious. He'd been on the bridge and hadn't been strapped in. If he'd blacked out, he ought to have something bruised or scraped, but oddly again, nothing felt bruised or contused. His cybernetic arm was also operating just fine as well. The sudden complete lack of movement and sensation that it had experienced seemed long since past. Though it also felt... odd. It was warm, for a start. The artificial nerves weren't picking up the naturally lower temperature of the metal covering. Even if he'd been under the covers for quite some time, it still ought to have rapidly cooled down the moment it had encountered room temperature air.
Ice felt along the wall just inside the doorway, looking for a light switch. His bafflement continued; because although his prosthetic wasn't giving the same degree of sensory feedback as his good hand he was still experiencing far more sensation than he usually did. The limb also felt lighter, more flexible and maneuverable. The cybernetic fingertips found the raised plate of the light switch, and Ice pressed the smooth dome-shaped button in the middle, turning the light on.
He found himself standing in a small bathroom with a sink, toilet, tub and shower, a mirror, but little else. All of it seemed to have been formed from the same faintly green, porcelain-like substance, though the floor and the tub were both a bit more textured on the bottom, so as to provide traction.
Ice sighed and tugged down his boxer shorts, using the commode. At least the plumbing worked, in both senses of the term. As his bladder drained he got a good look at his cybernetic arm for the first time. It looked... strange. The design was not how it had been the last time he saw it. His arm was now more lithe, sleek, streamlined, and he didn't recall the limb ever ending in slightly pointed nails.
Finishing his business, he flushed the john and washed his hands with the small bar of soap placed on the side of the sink, entirely out of habit. As he washed he stared down at his flesh and bone arm, which also was not as he recalled it.
It was a perfect mirror of the metallic limb, lithe, smooth, and with fingertips ending in almost claw-like nails. It wasn't supposed to look like that, but try as he might, Ice couldn't recall what it was supposed to look like. He looked from his hand to his reflection and similarly found himself not recognizing his own face.
Again it seemed to be not what he expected, but he could not picture what it was supposed to be. His hair was less than an inch long, the result of several weeks at sea since his last armed forces buzz cut, but it was the only touch of normalcy upon his head. His features looked thinner and more angular than he though they ought to be, and he was rather sure that the irises of his eyes shouldn't be an almost glowing red-orange color.
Ice tried to bring the image of himself to mind, but he couldn't. It was like having a word on the tip of your tongue, but not being able to get it out. He could almost recall it, but came up so infinitesimally short as to be frustrating. Maybe if he tried to remember how his family looked like, he could at least get a hint of what he ought to look like.
It was then that Ice found another source of confusion: he couldn't recall his own name. He looked down at the metal tags that hung around his neck and much to his relief they had a name upon them, "Wilson, James" followed by some numbers on another line, and then "AB+" and "NO PREFERENCE."
The name did not seem at all familiar to him, though it was likely his own. Ice wasn't a word used often for a name, he knew somehow, but for some reason it was what he thought of himself as. It was his... nickname? Call sign? Code name? He couldn't quite remember that either. It seemed that all but the most rudimentary personal information had been stripped from his mind, or was blocked off somehow.
Still very puzzled, Ice continued to look over his body, finding it completely unfamiliar. Everything seemed to be thinner than it was supposed to be, more streamlined. Though oddly there was some widening in the hips and expansion in his rump that he thought was strange, as was the slight swelling of his pectoral muscles.
The image in the mirror was his, but it looked completely foreign to Ice, and it even looked wrong for his gender. He was a male, he remembered that much, but while the build was about right, the curvature of his own body was something that his mind labeled as female, though once more he couldn't picture an actual female. The description was merely words in his mind, rather than images.
Red cables extended from the cybernetic prosthesis, connected to grafted metal ports on his shoulder. His artificial arm had two components: the arm itself, and the artificial shoulder joint. His shoulder muscles were real, but what they were attached to was not. It also functioned as the controlling computer for the arm, serving as a translator between pistons, pulleys, actuators, and whatever else was in the machine portion, and the nerves of Ice's normal body.
Oddly the skin around the ports had darkened, turning from a pale tan to a rather worrying black. He probed at the black spots, but found neither pain nor swelling that would indicate infection. Oddly it felt somewhat pleasant to rub at the black spots. Ice let out a soft moan and found his mechanical hand slipping into his boxers and curling around his suddenly half-hard shaft.
Ice's eyes widened and he quickly removed his boxers, gazing down in bafflement at his loins. His manhood was there, quite obvious and prominent, but there was nothing beneath it, the testicles that a male ought to be sporting were completely nonexistent. He felt for them, wondering if they were internal or something of the like. His question was not answered, as his body quickly became distracted by the intense sensation of pleasure that came from caressing a patch of smooth skin between his legs.
"What the hell is happening to me?" he whispered, unable to bring his caresses to a stop.
"Does it really matter?" rumbled a deep, but friendly voice from behind him.
-o-
Ice turned to see a tall figure standing in the doorway, he hadn't noticed that things seemed to be scaled a little bit bigger than he was used to. The top of the door was a good two and a half feet over his head and his visitor still had to duck to fit within it.
He gasped at the sight of his visitor, for not only did he tower tremendously over Ice, but his appearance also made Ice's mind go on high alert, telling him something was wrong. The nine foot tall figure's skin wasn't even on the same spectrum as Ice's. His skin was instead a mix of shiny black and white, with some greenish patterning upon it.
The word that came to mind was 'orca,' a killer whale, an absolutely massive predatory sea mammal. But although massive, the visitor wasn't the size of the orcas that Ice knew. But he had all the features, the smooth skin, the thick tail ending in a crescent shaped fin, the rounded, blunt face, as well as a large dorsal fin growing from his back, starting just above the shoulder blades and ending about 2/3rds of the way down his spine.
But the orca-man had some features that weren't something that Ice thought of when he brought to mind the image of a killer whale. Pale green-yellow spikes, almost like discolored points of bone, broke through the skin on the backs of his hands and forearms, as well as on the elbows, knees, hips, and shoulders. They also erupted from the Orca's dorsal fin, and peppered down the dorsal side of his tail as well.
Thick, fleshy tendrils extended from the Orca's head, not quite hair and not quite tentacles. They looked like something from a sea anemone scaled up and attached to a living creature, rather than a rock. But they were colored similarly to both the orca's natural coloration, blended with the green tinting that seemed to occur around those smooth, spiked protrusions.
The visitor's hands and feet seemed to be a little oversized, the digits thicker and longer than Ice thought they ought to be, with thick webbing growing between them. Each finger and toe ended in a large, sharp, dangerous looking claw of the same material that made up the creature's spines.
"Wh-what are you?" Ice stuttered, instinctively backing away from the huge, predatory biped.
The Orca smiled, "I'm human," he said, "Just as you are."
Ice shook his head, "No, you're not. We're not even remotely similar."
"Then tell me, what are the defining characteristics of a human being?"
Once more when Ice tried to bring things to mind he found a disturbing lack of images, finding only cold, clinical words in their place. "Umm... stands upright, bipedal, opposable thumbs, binocular vision... umm..." Try as he might, Ice couldn't find a feature that the Orca had that didn't fit with the words in his head. They said what a human had, but they said nothing about what one shouldn't have. Though claws, fangs, webbed digits, and a tail were all things that Ice suspected a human shouldn't have.
Oddly the Orca was dressed much as Ice was, in only a pair of tight shorts, though the Orca's looked more like something made from a wetsuit than cotton. Ice found himself relaxing, though he knew he shouldn't be. There was a strange, alien creature in front of him that was setting his hackles on edge, but his conscious mind found itself being easily calmed.
"Come here, I'm not going to hurt you. You know that." The Orca said with a grin, holding out a hand. Despite himself, Ice found himself taking two steps forward, close enough for the Orca to gently place his hand on Ice's cybernetic shoulder. The cetacean's thumb traced over the black discolorations where the cables from Ice's cybernetic met up with the skin. Ice found himself involuntarily leaning into the touch, wanting more. It felt just as it did when he himself had probed at the oddity, only this was better.
"Good. The implant is fully operational and is functioning as planned." The Orca said, running his hand down Ice's front, groping one of Ice's swollen pectorals. Were they bigger than when he'd last looked? The visitor's hand continued downward, wrapping around Ice's erect shaft.
"Hmm... it ought to be dependant on blood flow, so with some proper stimulation..." the Orca said, seemingly to himself.
For some reason Ice found himself pressing up against the Orca, pressing his cheek against the cetacean's well-toned abdomen, the smooth skin feeling delightful against Ice's own. His body just wanted to press up against the creature, to snuggle and cuddle. And more.
But the thoughts that entered his mind were of an erotic nature. He was rather curious about what the Orca's equipment looked like, such as how big it was, and oddly enough, how it would taste in his mouth.
The visitor lead him out of the bathroom and to the bed, which like the doorway was sized for someone half again as tall as Ice was. If the Orca was telling the truth, and that they were the same species, was he perhaps a juvenile and the Orca an adult? If so, why were they both seemingly interested in sex? That wasn't something a youth and an adult were supposed to do. Or at least that's what Ice could remember of things. What was more strange was the fact that they were both male, judging from the Orca's impressive package and his lack of a shirt. Ice couldn't quite picture a woman, but he knew somehow that they usually wore something to cover their top half, while men could often go bare to the waist.
The Orca released his gentle grip on Ice's shaft, using both hands to remove his wetsuit-like shorts, and then used his claws to remove the smaller male's own. Ice found himself almost painfully aroused, he couldn't help but bring a hand to his meat and start stroking.
It was strange. He was completely erect but he felt the soft, building pressure that he felt while getting an erection. It seemed that as he stroked, his cock continued to grow bigger and bigger at a slow, steady pace.
He stared, fascinated as his slowly surging organ in wonder, awe, and bafflement.
"With your arousal the way it is, I think it ought to be deep enough in your bloodstream that resistance will be far beyond you." The Orca said with a chuckle as he laid down in the bed. His tail bent around with surprising flexibility, pulling Ice in after him.
As he stroked himself, the smaller male began to nuzzle and lick at the Orca's chest, scooting himself downward. He moved slowly, teasingly, deliberately taking things slow, wanting the Orca to be half erect by the time he got there.
"We're currently in an underwater base at the bottom of the Marianas Trench." The Orca explained, "While you are from this world, myself and the rest of the staff here are not. From probing your memory, and the data in your submarine, we've discovered that your Earth and ours parted ways several million years ago."
Oddly Ice found himself not particularly caring about the Orca's origin, all that mattered was that he was here, he was right next to Ice, and he was large, powerful, gorgeous, and oh so sexy. Ice shivered as the creatures placed a massive hand upon his back, gently massaging the uncomfortably tight muscles into relaxing looseness.
"The divergence point was the arrival of a unique, symbiotic species of coral with some... strange abilities." The Orca looked at his arm, running his fingertips over the bony protrusion from his skin.
"It grows in living organisms, rather than upon the sea floor, it reproduces quickly, and the individual polyps contribute to a sort of global consciousness. On their own, they're nothing. But have enough of them forming the skeleton of a large creature, and they begin to have... abilities."
Ice cried out as a wave of pleasure shot through his body. His muscles seemed to flex and relax in sync with his heartbeat and the throbbing of his still-growing shaft, now having gained three or four inches in length and another one in girth since the Orca had shown up.
"They can project a sort of psychic energy, able to reach out from the creature they colonize, to another one. For example those living within me are talking to those living within the replacement implant we gave you. You're just perfect for our testing. You see, when in contact with the blood and plasma of the host, the polyps release a mutagenic compound to alter the host. It seems that the polyp has some sort of template stored inside it, and works toward altering the host towards it."
Ice heard a strange, wet sound and felt something warm oozing down his back. He turned his head to try and catch sight of what was causing the sensation, but instead he found the Orca's hand upon his head, coaxing him further downward. The other found its way to Ice's back, rubbing his suddenly tense shoulder blades, a touch that made the smaller male moan.
The Orca's massaging was almost maddening, Ice was torn between the desires to press himself up against the creature and to press back into the caress. The Orca chuckled and rolled onto his back, allowing Ice to lie almost entirely on his muscular, powerful tail. He didn't seem to mind that his 'pet' was thrusting against it.
The soft, wet sound went silent for a moment, before returning with an explosive version of itself. It was like a mix of wood cracking and wet cloth ripping, and Ice found his body suddenly alight with foreign, pleasurable sensations sparking through every fiber of himself. He was a mere few inches from his goal, but the Orca allowed him to turn his head to see what had caused the noise. Curiosity got the better of him.
Ice's body was the source of every one of those strange sounds and sensations. He gasped as he turned to see broad, membranous wings growing from his back. They were almost like those of a bat, but shaped differently, not quite like the bats Ice knew. The claws on the ends of the wings' 'thumbs' were far larger and looked far more dangerous. And rather than fur the base was covered by smooth, sleek black-gray skin, with the membrane a few shades lighter.
The sensation sent Ice over the edge, his member erupting against the slick surface of the Orca's tail. His thick seed streamed forth, hot, sticky, and clinging to his body. Even more oddly, it clung only to his body. He could feel it oozing over his skin, somehow sinking it, spreading the sensations of pleasure that accompanied the alteration of his flesh.
He paid it no mind, as suffused with the orgasmic glow he temporarily had no control of himself. He wrapped his lips around the Orca's member, an organ completely alien in appearance to him. It wasn't round as his own was, but somewhere between conical, triangular, and elliptical. It emerged from a slit between the Orca's legs, tapering narrower on the top and bottom, but retaining most of the girth. It slowly tapered to a graceful point, along the way it was all slick and smooth pink skin.
Ice moaned as he took his master's shaft into his mouth. He wasn't worried about its size, which was nearly that of his forearm. Everything seemed to fit just fine. He closed his eyes, letting the pleasure of his transforming body wash over him.
With amazement and lust, Ice explored his changing body with both hands as he pleasured his owner. He could feel the alterations to his skin immediately, the black-gray coloration spreading from his groin, his new wings, and the cybernetic implant. Hair fell away as his skin became more like that of his host: sleek, smooth, slick, and meant for providing the least resistance to water. The alterations that had looked strange before now had a purpose, the litheness of his build, the curves of his muscles, it became quickly apparent what was happening to Ice. Spurred into rapid flow by the increased heart rate of arousal, Ice's blood was pumping the coral's mutagens rapidly throughout his body, accelerating the rate at which he transformed.
A stirring within her belly told Ice of a newly forming aspect of her new gender, as well as the wonderfully pleasurable equipment that it would bring. Rather than her cock diminishing as she imagined it ought, she found it instead oddly growing still larger, still thicker, still more wondrous and sensitive. Her maleness continued to grow, even as the body around it grew more feminine. A widening of the hips, a narrowing of the fingers, a slimming of her midsection, all these made her inner self cry out as she became a female in body and spirit, changes mirrored without and within.
The Orca moaned softly, placing both hands upon Ice's head, thrusting into his pet's eager maw, her tongue elongating and curling around her master's shaft in order to better pleasure him.
"Mmm... until the coral has your brain wired to truly be one of us, your memories will be blocked off as they are now. Your old identity no longer matters. In time, I suspect, we can welcome you into the fold with a proper role. But for the moment you are essentially a test subject, satisfying our curiosity of the form that the coral works to bring us toward."
Ice didn't really care about her old memories, she was rather enjoying making new ones, especially ones that involved being up close and personal with her wonderful, gorgeous master. She purred as the Orca stroked her wings.
"Interestingly enough, we've seen these appear on a few individuals, though with extreme rarity."
The Orca cried out as she did, not expecting his pet to pleasure him so well, at least not so quickly. She felt her jaw pop, her face pressing forward as her neck extended a few inches. Ice delighted in the alteration, allowing her to take more of the Orca's delicious pink member into her mouth, and to be better able to pleasure the sweet length. Her short hair fell away, replaced by the same smooth, sleek black skin that the rest of her body now sported. Something pushed from her temples, sending a warm trickle of strange fluid down her face. Ice extended her long, forked tongue to lap at it. The already staunched trickle wasn't blood, but rather something that tasted oddly sweet, likely the pure transformative essence from the coral within her implant.
The coral's taste seemed to lightly permeate everything about her master, the flavor of his precum and his member, his very scent. It was what those odd spikes were, and why the skin around them had a greenish hue to them. Ice found herself wondering what she would look like if her coral was allowed to grow within her living body instead of merely pumping its mutagens into her bloodstream.
As if sensing the thought of ruining his experiment, the Orca growled and gripped Ice's newly formed horns, pulling her forcibly from his shaft. The pet peered up at her master with confused, orange-red eyes. A moan escaped her muzzle as another odd, explosive sound echoed through the room.
She shivered as her new tail swayed slowly back and forth in the cool air of the undersea base. The Orca smiled, taking the new appendage in both hands, running his thumbs over the underside, making the... dragoness moan with delight. Dragoness was the only word that even remotely matched what she looked like now. She found herself pressing down against the bed, her rump in the air, eager to have her brand new pussy filled. Her master didn't seem as large anymore, though he was still far heavier, more thickly built, and more muscular than Ice. Despite that, he didn't seem to loom over her quite so much. If they stood up, Ice would wager she came up to his shoulders, rather than barely past his navel, as she had before when she was male.
Her master pulled her closer, one hand higher up upon her tail, the other rubbing slowly downward, driving her mad with lust as the touch grew closer and closer to her feminine sex. With a chuckle the Orca thrust into her, forcing a powerful cry from Ice's throat. She pushed back against him with all her might, clawed fingers and toes digging into the bed covers.
Her feet made soft popping sounds as they shifted subtly, making Ice more suited to walking upon the balls of her feet as a large, sharp claw appeared upon each heel. A soft shiver went through her body as the warmth of the coral's mutagens began to fade, her transformation complete. She was almost disappointed it had to end, the heady, powerful sensation of her transformation now a soft absence where there once had been life. In its place however was something new, and something quite better.
"Doesn't it feel wonderful? All the mutant mitochondria within you firing at once, drawing upon the power of worlds beyond our imagining. You will feel like this until your body acclimates to having these new organisms within you. The coral itself taking root tends to speed up the process, but you will not be experiencing that. We can only guess at how long you'll be feeling so open and uninhibited, eager to take any male or female that strikes your fancy." The Orca said with a laugh. "Even if the coral wasn't assuring a smooth transition from your old life into your new one, you'd still be our eager little whore."
Ice moaned and shivered with delight, knowing that she had even more pleasure to look forward to in her future. She was her master's toy, his pet, his sex slave. She could feel the coral implant, whispering to her, telling her things. It told her that she was going to be the sexual entertainment for the entire undersea base, made to pleasure anyone that desired to use her.
"I think I'll chain you up just outside the shower facilities so that the construction crews can use you to wind down after a hard day's work of digging into the bedrock, expanding our base of operations. After all, this is the first time that we've encountered a dominant species that is susceptible to the coral. We're most certainly not going to let this go to waste."
Ice found herself panting, gasping, moaning, overwhelmed with sensation. The coral poured images and ideas into her mind. Among the images that buffeted her psyche were her being lead into the showers by a half dozen creatures that looked rather like bipedal sting rays, pleasuring two with her mouth, one each with her femsex and her tailhole, and two more with her hands.
She found herself imagining a strike on land, perhaps a New Russian Empire ship, or a small naval outpost. Even as a pet she would have a choosing of subjects to aid with their ascension into beings like herself. For the first time the image of a human female came to mind, soft, curvaceous, athletic, pale skin dusted with freckles contrasted with stunning red hair.
The others of her species, the coral-infused Orcas, Dolphins, Sharks, Rays, and Skates, none of them had the power she had. Her coral was apart from her; it lived and thrived as its own entity. Unlike the other coral colonies, it did not need to tie itself to her very bones in order to assure its survival. It could sit, bound to her, filling the bodily fluids with heavenly doses of mutagens, making her very kiss the beginning of a wonderful metamorphosis.
The members of her new race thought that they had made Ice a hermaphrodite in order to function as a wonderful sex slave. That information was readily available too, because she could feel herself accepting her new role with relish. But Ice knew the truth, she had been made hermaphroditic so that she could easily mutate members of her own species through sex. A kiss, a little something slipped into food or drink, the mutagenic spores that the coral released would migrate to the pleasure centers of the brain, they would stimulate lust and desire, they would make her victims easy prey.
The Bonded, as her race thought of itself, had long known about the two genders of the coral polyps, the sessile males that would bond themselves to a creature's bones, and the free-floating females that would remain in the bloodstream.
It had taken millions of years, but the coral colony that had found its way onto the world were it had converted sea-dwelling mammals into bipedal sentients, that had broken through the dimensions once their world had grown full, welcoming the transformed Sharks into their fold, and then the Rays. Together, with the hands and minds of the transformed races, together with the community and support of the coral, technology advanced, then raced ahead, until it reached this point. The point where the second stage could begin.
New members of the race could be altered according to the template all the female polyps had within them, the lone draconic progenitors that had been the first sentient race in all the multiverse to evolve. They had been creatures powerful enough that unconscious images of them seeped into the minds of all the cosmos.
Dragons.
Ice herself was only an intermediary stage. In those she transformed, the female polyps would bud off, grow and multiply, granting each of her 'children' the ability to thrive without the mutagens of the male coral.
The male coral improved a host's body, made them bigger, stronger, made it easier to defend themselves with their bone spines. But with the technology they had they no longer needed to be improved, no longer needed to be better predators and survive against wild beasts. With each generation apart from the male polyps the daughter corals would apply more and more of the draconic template to the host, until true dragons roamed the multiverse once more.
Ice threw her head back and roared with blissful climax, the pleasures of her body and the images of her mind combining to give her ecstatic bliss the likes of which she had never known. She panted, the only light in the darkened room the glow of her female polyp-laden seed upon the bed and her sexual juices upon her master's cock.
The Orca turned the dragoness over, his blunt muzzle finding her own, kissing her deeply. A reward for a job well done.
"Good girl, Cornel." He said, giving the dragoness a new name to go with her new life, one that the dragoness adored, as it sounded much like her beloved coral.
Her master was tired, his romp with her something at the end of a long day of work for him. Cornel smiled and stroked his cheek with a taloned hand, "Rest, master," she said softly, "I'll show myself down to the showers while you sleep." She said with a grin, licking her lips.
The alien mitochondria, tapping the primal elemental energy that infused all dragons, gave her wondrous stamina, a gift that her master, with half of his body cells altered to be unsuitable for them due to the influence of the male polyps, would never know the wondrous feeling of near-limitless endurance.
Cornel's member was still almost painfully hard, and her pussy throbbed with need. Her master gave her a parting kiss before heading to the shower of his own room to clean up. The researchers and scientists had their own facilities, more private, more personal, more efficient. The laborers, on the other hand, had communal facilities to improve their bonds and strengthen camaraderie. The dragoness, the first Bonded dragoness, was only happy to serve in whatever means she could to help her new and wondrous race.
Above all she longed to spread her gift to other humans, but for now she couldn't imagine anything grander than being the centerpiece of a rough, intense, sexual feeding frenzy as she was surrounded by shark laborers.
As her Orca master left the room, leaving her to drift off to sleep, she wondered what their claspers would feel like inside of her. |
The Lottery: Exodus Artwork by MssSnake Deviant Art – “Enjoying a session (Diane)” Deviant Art – “Diane Continuation” Images used with permission The dreams came again. Her body, heavier, bloated with milk, and shaking with uncontrollable lust as she bent over a cushioned rail. Her sex exposed by her lifted tail, her udder swinging heavily between her thighs. More of her humanity disappearing into the heavy form of a cow.
Only her pendulous breasts really remained, resting on the bar with her hooves, the slow rhythmic pump of the milker sucking her elongated nipples dry. Part of her desired this, a life away from responsibility, little more than a cow.
Her cunt swollen and ready for another visit from her personal bull. He always came in her dreams, dark, tall, maybe human, maybe not, but always satisfying. She could feel herself shiver as her tail thrashed, her body begging for the next release.
She begged for him to come, to satisfy her. To make her his cow forever. The urges were powerful, her body begging for release. She could feel herself squeezing her pelvic muscles, just waiting to wrap the warmth of her cunt around his massive cock. *** *** ***
But as soon as it came, the dream was over. She awoke with a start, her body twisted under the light cover she used. Diane wondered if she’d been making noise, but most of the other cows snoozed quietly, with only the occasional soft snore.
She rubbed her nose, brushing up against the small metal ring they’d inserted soon after she’d arrived. It’d taken her ages to stop poking at it, but it still bothered her. Diane glanced at the window. It was already gray dawn. She might as well get up and get to work early.
Shifting her still very human hips she rolled herself upright in bed. It took a minute to let everything settle into place. There was a lot more than when she’d gotten to the farm thanks to a late growth phase giving her a second set of tits in addition to her now well-developed udder and a few extra curves as the extra pounds had generously added to her hips and thighs. Thankfully she’d never gotten hooves. She wasn’t sure she could deal with that unlike poor Marci who, spared the udder, never seemed very comfortable on her bovine claws.
She shifted again letting her body relax. Not that it helped much. Her tits hurt, her udder hurt, hell, everything always hurt first thing in the morning. After two years she thought she’d be accustomed to it, but she still winced as she felt the milk pressure building each morning.
Diane shifted her weight, lifting herself up off the bed, careful to balance before she headed towards the milking stalls. If she was lucky, she’d be first to get there this morning and would get some privacy. It was a rare luxury around the barn.
*** *** ***
Despite the urge to get herself milked; Diane stopped by the bathroom first. Thankful that her animal nature only went so far. It also gave her a chance to peak in the small mirror.
She looked as she always did now days. The sight of her broad nose, ring and all, and the floppy, fuzzy ears that waggled on either side of her head. Occasionally she’d try to remember what she’d looked like before, but each week it seemed harder to recall, as if her body was forever going to hold this form.
“One more day. Just one more day.” She poked her nose a bit, feeling it shift under her finger, the tip slightly dry. She had an urge to lick it, which she resisted for the moment. Finding out she’d grown a somewhat longer tongue had been a particularly strange surprise. After another moment of looking at it she idly wondered if she’d ever see that tiny pert little nose that she remembered having. Looking down at her thick hips, she wondered if she’d get back to having the slender body again too.
Once more she counted down the days. “Just one more.”
*** *** *** The stalls weren’t far, and she reached them just as the sun was starting to cast its first ruddy glow into the morning. The morning was quiet, which was a rarity for Barn 4, which was dutifully proud as the most productive barn on the whole farm. Many of her fellow cows were known to take two full milkings a day, while a few of them, herself included, often sought the stalls three times.
The stalls were comfortable and set up to provide for each cow’s needs. She started with the alcohol wipes to clean all her nipples and teats, then slapped a bit of balm on them to keep them from chapping. A switch turned on the pump which she guided to each in turn until the suction was just right.
Within moments her milk was starting to process into the tank. She’d be here a while, her breasts were slow to drain even if they were productive. She settled back, letting her hips rest on her heels, the custom kneeling bench holding her weight, and letting her sit slightly askew.
Diane had been slightly taken aback when she’d learned why the bench was so designed, and almost afraid of the monstrous cock that began to press upwards as the machine sucked. But any trepidation about that vanished as her newly transformed pussy had swallowed the entire thing like it was nothing, leaving it stroking her insides to a blissful orgasm. Or three. She hadn’t expected that. Not that it turned out to be unusual. Most of the girls found they could take monster cocks readily with their plump stretchy lips and widened hips.
But today? She wanted to relish the feeling. This was something she was going to miss. Feeling it slowly slide up into her, back and forth as she rocked gently, feeling it massage her insides as the milk flowed. Her mind wandered as she let it just coaxed a slow build out of her orgasm.
*** *** *** The day had flown by, but she’d still found time to make two more rounds to the milking stall. Each time she’d stayed a little extra, letting her mechanical bull take her to one more orgasm. Oh, she’d miss that feeling.
By dinner there was a buzz as packets came out. Shelly came by the dinner table and dropped off one at her spot. Marci also got a packet.
She didn’t need to guess what it was. Shelly stopped by each and explained it. There were two sets of paperwork. One, release forms, would give her back her life. Her time in the service was up. All she had to do was sign them and by tomorrow she’d be back to her old life as if nothing had ever happened.
The second packet was a contract extension. To become a paid cow, for the next three years. The money was good, and her dreams begged her to let herself give in. She had never wanted this though, no matter how much her subconscious seemed to relish the feeling she missed being human. Slowly she set aside the extension and took up the release form.
She could see the faintly disappointed look on Shelly’s face as she signed her name and gave the papers back.
Tomorrow. It would all be over tomorrow.
*** *** ***
The next morning’s milking was to be her last. She got up and rose with all the other cows who were exiting the program, took one last ride on her mechanical friends. Each soon-to-be released cow was getting drained one last time before they would receive the reversal chemicals, but there was no reason they couldn’t enjoy it.
After a satisfying milking she headed for the yard for morning roll call. Most of the cows assembled there were going back home. Only a few were staying. She took a glance around and noticed Bethany from her first day among those staying, while Marci stood awkwardly as she prepared to leave. Her hooves still bothering her, Diane noted privately.
She was almost giddy as they slowly handed out the cups of pills. Each woman swallowing them. There were looks of relief on faces as they slowly realized that their time in the lottery was at an end.
Diane was last to get her pills. She dutifully swallowed them as Shelly took a moment to address them one last time. Her gruff manners softened by the time together. Diane was going to miss her.
“You’ll take about a week to change back fully; the reversal pills are a bit slower. However, we have given you one that will counteract the chemicals that have been making you lactate, so your tits should be dry by tonight.”
Diane was privately thankful for this, since the old way of getting a cow to lactate was birthing a calf, and she was not ready to be a mom, let alone give birth.
Shelly droned on for a few minutes about other details about their return. They’d be processed out through the same facilities that had sent them here, and returned their clothes and any other effects that they may have had with them during the change. Diane wondered if those clothes would even fit her after all this.
She boarded the bus, her tail flicking behind her. She’d miss it, a bit, but she was ready. *** Epilogue *** The phone rang several times before someone finally picked it up. “Lottery, William speaking.”
“Uh, hi, um, this is Diane, I was released about a week ago from the program, and, uh, I have a problem.”
“Diane? Oh yes, the Holstein. Two years’ service.” William pushed his glasses up on his face as he flipped through the recent release files. “Yes, here we are. You received the counter-active agents eight days ago.”
“Um, yeah, and that’s why I’m calling.”
William’s brow furrowed. “Is there something wrong, miss?”
Diane’s voice took on a hard edge. “I’ll say there sure as hell is. I’m still a fucking cow.”
“What?!”
… to be continued? |
(F TF Rabbit, M TF Stag x2)
Medania was always a chipper woman, able to convince people with her smile alone. She put her unwitting ability to good use dragging her boyfriend Han along into the woods on a camping trip. Med loved the woodlands since she was little, since her grandmother lived in a cabin far off in the woodlands... not these woods in particular though. Her and her brother Lence had moved away from their childhood homeland long ago, in search of bigger more bustling places. Neither Lence nor Han were keen on being in the woods, yet both are present following Medania on this trip. As soon as she found out there was a forest not too far from the city she just HAD to see it, and so here the three were. Medania and Lence are halflings, so while they looked perfectly human they were both quite small compared to Han who is human. Han and Lence had not seen much of each other either, so the conversation was spotty at best as well. The two men followed behind, a bit tuned out, both trying to think of all the things that could go wrong out here and how they would deal with it. Meanwhile Med skipped along ahead of them practically dragging them along, whistling a tune and pointing out animals they passed. Han noted this forest may be good for hunting in- for some reason the animals did not seem the slightest bit afraid of them. Even after Medania loudly points to the animal they do not flee, they simply look and watch.
They followed a river in so they would not get lost, though Medania kept insisting they go deeper than either of the men were willing to. It was like the forest was calling to her, she did not know why, she just felt like there was a place she needed to get to. Finally they were able to convince her to stop when the sun started to wane and the sky ignited to orange. They needed to set up the tents and a fire while they still had some light to work with. Lence gathered wood quickly for the fire while Han set up the two tents and Medania continued to wander around the site in circles whisling tunes.
"The forest is so calm this time of year. So welcoming."
Lence turned to his sister about to reply but then noticed she was some distance away. He quickly looked around but seen no one else. It was a woman's voice, and it was similar to his sisters, but not the same. Was he just hearing things? Maybe he was just absenmindedly thinking of his sister saying that. It was true, the forest is very calm. He had been so caught up in thinking of all the things wrong with being here that he failed to notice it was pleasent. It wasn't as though he disliked the forest, he just had so little experience here that he was unsettled simply by it being so unfamiliar. Once he gathered the wood they had a good sized fire going just as the flame orange sky started to burn out and reveal the stars behind it. All three of them were caught in the wonder of the cosmos here. Far from the city the sky was filled with more stars than any one person could hope to count. There did not seem to be a single dark patch in the entire night sky, dim or bright every space occupied by some sort of star. It was about now that Lence started to feel a bit like a third wheel. Medania and Han shared a tent, and they sat together by the fire, cuddling close to one another. It was good to see his sister enjoying her time, but it felt awkward being around her when she was with her boyfriend. Lence also felt a little bit intimidated by the human for his size. For all the above reasons, Lence went to sleep first. He fell asleep much faster than he thought he would in this unfamiliar place. The forest was calm and inviting after all.
Unsurprisingly Medania was the last to finally turn in for the night, unable to get her energy level down enough to sleep. She loved the forest! She had not been camping in eons! So many animals and berries growing that would have cost way too much in market, just growing all over the place. She should definately go herb and berry picking tomorrow! When she fell asleep she had an odd dream where she was back home, snuggling with Han, but then she fell onto her soft bed and when she lifted herself onto her hands and knees it was a bed of grass and clovers she rose from. They felt just as soft as her bed! But it smelled... delicious! The fresh green grass and clovers smelled so good she wanted to just start eating it. She was so close to it all, her perspective was unusually low to the ground, even though she was sitting up on all fours. She heard a woman's voice seem to emminate around her, softly echoing in the woods.
"This could be your home, if you would have it. My forest welcomes you."
Med was about to say something but was winded slightly by a sudden thrust from behind and a sharp pleasure as she was mounted! She had almost forgot Han there for a second, but he thrust into her so quickly and rhythmically! Much, much faster than he normally would. The quick shallow thrusts gave her little time to gather her thoughts and no pauses in the pulsing pleasure. Was that... Han? Did she see fur out of the corner of her eye? She let her mouth hang open and gave in to the pleasure.
"That's it. Enjoy it. Let the forest into your heart."
Her nose started twitching a bit for some reason. She couldn't help it anymore, she stretched herself out a bit and took a big bite of the clover patch infront of her as the mysterious one behind her humped away. In the waking world she moaned softly in her sleep. Her ears slowly started to stretch longer. She rolled over and her pillow muffled her louder moans as her now upward facing rump grew rounder and her tailbone exploded into bushy fur- giving her a big rabbit's tail to crown her ass.
The next day Lence was the first to wake up, wandering up the river a ways to stretch his legs. Han woke up not long after, but said nothing when he heard Lence wander off. Instead he turned to Medania since he had woken with a raging erection. His dreams were odd that night as well, hearing a woman's voice inviting him to be a part of the forest. He gently woke Medania and she blushed and immediately agreed for a quick fuck while her brother had wandered from camp. She pulled his pants down and started a gentle suck on his dick, just teasing him with her mouth to get him primed for other holes. Han groaned in approval, the sensation feeling even better than usual. Her gentle sucking almost felt like it was stretching his dick longer. Med noticed she had to actually be careful of his dick hitting the back of her throat when she hilted... was it bigger somehow? Neither noticed his pubic hair growing denser. It also was not course like pubic hair generally is- it was soft, like fur. Medania finally climbed up onto him and slid him inside of herself, facing away from him to rest her now nice and round ass on his crotch. Han was mesmerised by the sight, had her ass always been so round? he fell in love with her agonizingly adorable face, he never thought of her butt as being particularly impressive. In the pleasure of the moment, he was unable to examine close enough to notice her tail- the back of her loose shirt draped over it to hide it from direct sight. Med loved to hear his grunts, moans, and heavy breathing as she slammed down onto his cock. As she listened intently, her ears stretched longer and longer, hearing more and more. She could hear the claws of birds grasping tree branches from several feet outside of the tent! The backs of her ears very quickly developed a dark grey layer of soft fur as well as they reached an obsurd length, being longer than the entire head they grew from. The end of her nose started to turn pink, but that much was hard to notice through her blushing. As she rode Han's cock she ran her hands under her shirt, feeling up her body and her breasts. She played with all of her nipples- not even registering the thought that she should not have so many nipples in the first place. Aside from the two very erect pink nubs capping her small but well shapen breasts, there was three more sets of nipples down her torso! The same size, and just as erect, but lacking breasts or areola. There was so many that running her hand down her torso created a constant stream of sharp pleasure jolts from bending each erect nipple over with her hand and letting them bounce back into place. She climaxed before he did, being even more aroused for some reason. Her dream had not left her head, and it was just as tantalizing as this real sex. As she came, the walls of her vagina rippled and clenched on Han's cock, causing him to actually squirm a bit from the pleasure spike. Neither noticed when her thighs started to swell larger, and her ass got bigger and bigger. Even Han himself did not notice when his tailbone burst into a flourish of fur like Med's had, though the large tuft of his was a bit more pointed and slightly longer. It felt like she was somehow sinking even deeper down his cock, as it slowly stretched longer and his balls drew in for orgasm, and also grew in size, becoming slightly more oblong than before. He came explosively into her and immediatly sunk limb back down onto the bedding in bliss. He was breathing heavily with a goofy look on his face as he stared at the top of the tent, almost falling back asleep. Medania grinned at the state she reduced her boyfriend to and almost felt like going back to sleep herself but she needed to at least wash her cooch off first.
She took several very awkward steps out of the tent, feeling odd. She felt so... high off the ground. Remembering her dream again, where she was so very low to the ground, that felt right. She was actually very slightly smaller than before, but it felt like she was farther from the ground than ever, making her want to go down onto her hands and knees, but she couldn't get around like that now, could she? She went to the river and sat on a smooth large rock to hang her rump over the river water and yelped a bit as she splashed the water up onto herself to clean her privates off. Well, that woke her up at least. The forest seemed to have a solution for everything if you looked hard enough.
"The forest will always provide. Whatever the forest does not have is just extra I did not need anyway."
Medania's ears perked up. She heard that womanly voice again from her dream? Or did she? She was speaking just now too only half consciously, was that her own voice? It must have been, what else would she say herself, and besides that there was no other people around.
The voice spoke again without her. "You were going to pick some herbs, yes?"
Med quickly shook her rump as dry as she could and popped on her no longer well fitting pants. "That is right! So many tasty things to find in the forest!"
And then the two voices overlapped. "Eat of the forest. More forest in my belly... "
Medania thought nothing of the fact she almost accidentally hooked her claws in her pants when she pulled them up. She shouldn't have claws at all! What used to be nails were now tiny narrow claws. She skipped deeper into the woods, almost hopping as she went. As soon as she found some berries she immediately bent down and started popping them all in her mouth, without a single thought as to what kind of berries they even were. Like she was running on auto pilot. Her legs started to thicken again as well as her hips and rump, becoming very impressive in size, but her feet also started to stretch and hurt in her too small shoes. The berries were so big this far into the forest. Each one she popped in her mouth was bigger than the last! In actuality, they were all the same size- Medania was getting smaller. She fell forward a few inches onto her hands and knees to remove her uncomfortable shoes, and let her still lengthening feet out as they reshaped and became quite muscular. Fur was creeping off her tail and spreading up her back, and her pubic hair was replaced by it as well as it slowly creeped up her belly as well. Medania hopped on all fours from patch of food to patch of food, but as she did her standards for what was food devolved. Even the grass looked tastey, like in her dreams! As she nibbled on the grass her nose reshaped and whiskers started to poke out from her face. Her front teeth became quite bucked, making her face somehow even cuter than it already was. Med's breath was taken as she spotted a patch of vibrant green clovers! She quickly hopped over and started to stuff her face. Oh so good! Juicy and earthy! So much of the forest in her. She is a part of the forest too, after all! Her fingers became short and wide as her hands started to devolve into paws, making it hard to pick anything with, so she simply started to use only her mouth.
Lence was wandering the woods, feeling unusually horny as well. He had a strange dream of leaping through tall grass on all fours somehow. He heard a woman's voice softly speaking to him as well which made him horny, but he could not remember after waking what she said. As he walked up stream he was tempted several times to wander deeper into the woods as he encountered strange roots. They looked like normal tree roots, but they did not go to any of the nearby trees. They reached much farther into the woods, making them freakishly long- likely belonging to an incredibly impressive elder tree somewhere deeper in. Lence snapped out of his absentmindedness and realised he was farther from camp than he intended to go. He only wanted to wake up and stretch his legs. He stretched them better than he thought- his pant legs did not go all the way down now, his legs unknowingly having grown slightly longer. He decided to take a piss and then return to camp. Taking his dick out in the open was weird. He was very self conscious usually and did not like to even use urinals back in the city if there was anyone else in the bathroom. He felt the pee flowing and he relaxed a bit, imagining a woman's comforting words. He did not know who, he just imagined someone telling him it was fine. In the forest all of the animals can pee whenever they need without any fear or reservations. The plants take what they wish from it and grow. Everything is used by something else, there is no waste here. As he relaxed, his balls hung a little lower as the scrotum grew slightly, and then as he finished, his balls gave a slight bounce and grew a little. His foreskin thickened slightly as well as he shook the last drops free. Lence started to head back to camp at a faster pace, freezing up after a couple of minutes as he realised his junk was still hanging out! He completely spaced out and did not bother to put it away! It felt... so natural to just leave it out. It was still so stiff. Lence decided he better work this boner off. Sitting in camp with his sister and her boyfriend with a confused erection would be bad.
He sat on a large water-rounded boulder at the river's edge and faced the water as he started to jack off. Having the solid curvature of the boulder pressing on his taint made his cock feel even more hard. He thought it made his dick seem longer to, but that was actually because it IS longer, it had grown ever so slightly. Lence squirmed a bit at the slightly prickly sensation over his butt, thinking his seat might be cutting circulation somewhere but it was yet another bushy tail being born in today- identical to Han's. As he grunt and thumped his crotch in masturbation, his nostrils became shorter and much more wide as his nose broadened a little and the end darkened slightly. His pubic hair turned to a fine dense fur and started to consume his scrotum. His foreskin thickened more. The changes to his dick at least were immediately noticable to him, but he was too worked up to stop now, and the changes felt too good to question. Lence felt a strange pressure in his body. It was very subtle but present through his entire body. His clothes started to press against him more as his entire body started to grow bigger. His attention was called immediately across the river, thinking someone had somehow spotted him but continued to masturbate when he realised it was just a fawn. Then his cock started to throb even more when he looked past the drinking fawn and seen its parents, a stag in the middle of fucking a doe! He shouldn't find that hot, but oh boy did he ever. He really started to pound it, locking eyes with the fucking deer without even understanding why.
"They all have as much fun as they want here in my forest."
'MY forest' immediately snapped him out of his trace, but before he could question the bodyless voice his orgasm hit and he came explosively over the river water. Panting and looking himself over, he could not concentrate properly so was unable to put his finger on any specific changes, but was aware that things were definitely not right. He was bigger, his clothes did not fit. His cock and balls were bigger, his foreskin was oddly dense. His hightened awareness and struggle to understand caused his senses to perk up, and his ears started to grow leaf shaped, flicking slightly as new muscles threaded their way up, allowing the ears to be pivoted.
Lence decided to head back to camp now with extra hustle. He sertainly was not going to bring up what he did, but something was weird, and they needed to get out of the forest as soon as possible. He was able to move faster than usual, easier than usual. His legs had grown taller again, but also changed proportion a bit. His shins had become a bit shorter, but his feet stretched out, causing him to balance more weight on the front of them alone- which caused his shoes to fall off on his way back to camp. Lence did not even notice his footwear falling away, the feeling had numbed in his feet and his toes had lost most of their mobility- the nails now big and black as they quickly wore holes through the front of his socks, causing them to fall away as well without notice.
When Lence arrived in camp both he and Han froze up and flinched away from each other. Han was masturbating at the opening of the tent, staring off into the woods with an empty headed gaze. Lence noted that Han stopped masturbating when he arrived, but did not put his dick away, nor take his hand off it. He noticed Han's ears had transformed like his own, but his brain failed to register that as a problem. Han had basically all the same changes as Lence now, the only difference is he had not grown so drastically overall, since as a human he was already much bigger than Lence to begin with. Lence's cock went right back to rigid at the sight of the other phallus, even though he was not gay at all, and certainly had no interest in his sister's boyfriend!
"Something is wrong Han. We need to get out of this forest as soon as possible." Han slowly started to move his hand on his shaft again in spite of the advise. "We need to get Medania and get out of here!"
Han let go of his cock begrudgingly with a grunt from his wider nose and agreed. He told Lence to wait there, knowing what direction Medania went. Like Lence earlier, Han did not think to pull his pants back up and his dick and balls were still hanging as he wandered toward where Med was. Luckily she was heading back to camp to find him and met him only a few paces off. Han almost missed her, since she was already half his size to begin with and was now only half the size of that! Most of her body was covered in a very soft fine grey fur! Her hips thighs and butt were huge and furry, and her limbs all ended in paws- gigantic ones on her back feet. She looked almost like... a rabbit. Her nose twitched, making her whiskers dance and her buck teeth made her look adorable. She did not even need to say anything, she just turned and used her huge rear legs to lift up her rump and Han got onto his hands and feet immediately. Because their size was so different, it was very difficult for him to line it up properly. He went to thrust in and almost sent her toppling because it did not fit in her at all. He used a hand to brace her small body and tried thrusting again but still nothing. He wanted to cum back in camp, now he had his girlfriend back but still couldn't cum?! His balls grew a bit more in irritation, his cock grew longer with pent up arousal. As his cock lengthened though, the glans stretched out and became less defined. The diminishing broadness of the glans allowed his cock to finally force its way in her, and Med let out a pleased breathy squeak. Only a third of his cock actually fit into her but that was enough. As he thrust, her body started to change shape, becoming less defined. Her breasts were completely gone now, though all her nipples remained at full attention. She braced herself on all fours, already hitting orgasm from the excitement as her face started to get furry as well now, and stretch out, becoming just like a rabbit! She was a very large breed of rabbit, but still entirely rabbit now. That fact had little impact on what few brain cells were still in use in Han's head however.
Lence grabbed Han and pulled him up and out of his sister, yelling at him to snap out of it. Since they were not at all far from camp, Lence could hear the whole thing and came over to see what the hell was going on, only to see his sister vanish into the body of a rabbit. Medania had already orgasmed, so she did not seem to care at all, and did not react to her brother's shouts at all. She was completely rabbit, even mentally. Like the other animals of this forest she no longer had an opinion on humans one way or the other, and hopped off casually like nothing had happened.
"Han, snap out of it, we need to get out of this forest!"
"But I am so horny! I can't walk with this erection... I need to release..."
He tried to masturbate himself and Lence grabbed him to stop him. Han tried to squirm away, putting Lence behind him but Lence did not release his grip. With a final tug, they both fell over, Han on all fours and Lence fell onto his backside. They were both breathing heavily from the struggle. Lence's erection prodded into the front of his pants trying to squirm its way out. His clothes started to feel even tighter. He could... smell Han. It smelled good. Han gently thrust his hips back, rubbing Lence's crotch with his ass and the tip of Lence's cock finally popped out past the waist. Lence's mind went blank as he let go of Han's arm and grabbed the sides of his chest and thrust into his ass which was growing out of his pant's ability to cover. Their tails twitched in pleasure as Lence thrust in Han and the two continued to pant and grunt. First Lence and then Han as well started to finally outmatch their clothing entirely as threads started to rip and tear. Their big and pinky toes remained where they were as the other three stretched farther out, and continued to fuse. The two outer toes became dew claws and the three others grew into a single mass, the united thick black toenail finally covering it completely and then with a loud crack popping in half- leaving them both with cloven hooves. Their grunts became more animalistic, their noses continued to darken on the ends and their faces started to slowly stretch out. Surges of pleasure shot up their bodies from this cocks, and as the surge reached their faces it seemed to stretch it out a little with each wave. Lence kept thinking of the two deer fucking he seen earlier. His thrusts mirroring the stag exactly. His cock started to get longer, started to lose definition. Under him, Han's foreskin became extremely thick and started to get a light layer of fur as well! Once it had gotten so big, the next time it slapped his underbelly it became attached- fused to his torso. His cock started to stretch out farther from it now though, getting much longer but no thicker than it already was. His foreskin was now a sheath. Their clothes were torn wide open, with bare threads criss crossing their bodies barely struggling to stay attached at all, and covering very little. Lence's face started to push out a little as Han's neck started to bulk up. Han had sex with Medania before Lence had transformed at all- so Han was a stage ahead of Lence. They both came explosively and let out a groan with a very strong reverberance... a very 'deer' sound.
Gasping for breath and staggering around trying to balance themselves on hooves, the two men regained their sences, baffled as to what they had just done and why. Neither of them were even bisexual, but they had been completely lost in the moment. They were so horny and needed release to think at all. Lence was actually going to pack up the camp quickly but it was Han that quickly decided to abandon it. They needed to leave immediately- fuck the camp. There was no way they could find Medania as a rabbit in a forest, they would have to save themselves for now and come back for her once they figure out what the hell is going on. Their hooves were very narrow and dainty, which made balancing on them especially hard. Lence was actually pretty close to Han in size now, having grown tremendously. Even with their pants as on as they could be, they were so badly torn around the much larger bodies that their dicks were basically free hanging anyway. The scraps of clothing were pressed into their skin so tightly they also could not remove them however. The two men walked for nearly an hour before Han shouted several profanities and pointed to their tent on the opposite side of the river. Somehow they followed the river in a straight line, and ended up in the exact same place only on the opposite side of the river. That made no sense! Some sort of magic was distorting space to keep them in the forest. Han groaned and felt up his crotch, touching his hard dick several times.
Lence quickly stopped him again. "Don't touch it. It only makes it worse. You can't give in."
"But... I am too horny to think straight. I can't find my way out of anything like this! I need release so I can... think... straight. Its a forest... no one will see. We can fuck whenever we want!" A generous drop of pre fell from his cock as he finished his statement, but not with his own voice. It was a woman's voice. Han was speaking but someone else's voice was coming from his mouth!
The two men struggled against each other again, Lence trying his best to prevent the even more bestial Han from cumming. The two men paused a moment, red faced and grunting at one another. Both their minds went blank as they bowed and charged full blast at one another! Their skulls smashed into each other with enough force to echo in the forest, yet neither were really hurt by it. The force caused an explosion of growth to fire out of their head, like watching water splash in slow motion, causing their flesh and a light layer of fur to stretch out. They tried to pull apart but the growths caught on each other and the two of them started to aggressively clash them together, whiping their heads around. The flesh and fur tore off the growths revealing solid bone underneath. Antlers. Unlike horns, antlers are not made of keratin, they are solid bone. They finally yanked apart, but then felt some driving instinct to smash into one another again! This time Han's antlers started to grow but Lence's remained the same size. The antlers forked and grew more tongs as they grew larger and larger, and Han was able to exert more and more force. The bigger his rack got, the more simple his mind became, and the more aggressive his actions. Smaller male- lesser male. Han was the one with the female, he was herd leader! Lesser male should bow. Han needed to dominate him, fuck him. He is Han's property, his lesser!
Lence was forced onto all fours, then started to get pushed back, digging trenches in the grass with his hooves as he was pushed. Finally Han twisted his head to the side and yanked free, causing Lence to stumble forward as han quickly leaped behind him on all fours, his hands now starting to devolve into cloven hooves as well, and he quickly mounted Lence before he could remain his barings! Han's body seemed to barrel out more with each thrust, his grunts getting deeper and carring a reverberance more as his ability to speak human words dissolved. His neck and then face started to stretch out more with each thrust, becoming more and more animal. He was a mighty prince of the forest! There was so much forest in him, saturating him... so much... forest. His cock stretched out even longer, penetrating Lence even deeper. Lence grew more and his clothing finally started to snap free of him, the final few desperate threads stretched well beyond what they were meant to do. His hands started to devolve, and when he looked to the side he seen Han's front hooves draped over him, giving him a preview of where he was also heading. Even his thrusts were aggressive and strong! Lence was only able to take it because his own ass had grown to large deer proportions. His balls were swinging violently below, his foreskin fusing to his underside as it became a sheath as well. His neck started to bulk up when Han finally finished, cumming explosively into Lence with a great bellow. Lence finally slipped out from under him and dashed off on his own before the beast could get its breath back. Han did not even attempt to follow, he could not even remember who it was that just fled. Someone from his herd? There was no human left in Han, just another beast of the forest. He went to the nearest tree to scrape the remnants of clothing off- not longer knowing what they even were and disliking their presence.
Lence had been following the river, and failed, so now he followed a different landmark- the overly long tree roots, deeper into the forest. He had an absolute hell of a time walking at all. It was hard to balance and his back ached easily, not wanting to stand on the rear legs. He had to basically dash from one tree to another, leaning heavily onto them to stay upright and off the ground. His hands had devolved into half-hooves and could not really grip anything anymore. Eventually he found his way to a titanic, thick tree where all the long roots gathered. The bark on the surface started to writhe, and push out. The figure of a naked woman quickly lifted out of the tree made of the bark itself, pulling taught and smooth the farther from the tree she stretched, but never completely detatching from it. Not a forest nymph, no. Stronger, and much less playful. A Dryad- an earth elemental.
"Why do you not join your sister? The forest welcomes you. You humans and halflings seem so intent on trudging through my forest, so I allow it. You are welcome to my forest... forever. Let it saturate your being. Everything is natural here, whether it wants to be or not. You already know the animal you are, why fight your nature? Just let go~ become one with my forest, little beast."
Lence quickly turned and ran as fast as he could. This was the last place he should be! She was the source of the power. Which means if he followed the roots in the opposite direction he might be able to escape, if he finds the place farthest from her power source, her influence might be weak enough. He passed their camp on the way to her tree, and sure enough passed it going the other way to escape it. So that meant the area immediately around the camp was stationary, she wasn't completely jumbling the entire forest around to trap him, so some landmarks remained usable. Instead of following the river this time though he followed the direction the roots pointed out in, which meant he crossed the river, which was precarious with his terrible balance, but it was not too deep. He felt something strange as he crossed the halfway point though. Almost as if he was passing through something nearly intangible. Had he escaped her range of influence finally? The problem was, without the river to guide him he had no way of finding his way if he ever lost his direction. He wandered for a good distance, finally hearing a river up ahead. Was there another river? He internally groaned and his heart tightened a bit in fear, that he may be coming on the same river he was walking away from, and been looped back in a circle. He finally sat down on a large rock, needing a rest. Trying to force himself upright constantly was straining his back badly. Even sitting on the rock, his body kept wanting to roll forward onto his hands and... hooves. The pressure on his taint when he sat on the rock reminded him of his ever present erection. The influence of the dryad was weaker at first when he had clothing on, and only exposed his hands and face. As soon as he took his dick out earlier it had another access point and got worse from there. Now with zero clothing on and mostly beast, there was nothing to shelter the flow of her magic other than his tired and strained will power. He heard the soft footfalls around him of woodland creatures, and glanced around to see there was a few deer. He would have run if he seen a stag, afraid it was Hans again, but these were all doe, with a few fawns shadowing their mothers.
One doe gently licked his face, getting him to finally smile, patting her neck. She bowed her head and nudged his chin up, getting Lence to chuckle, temporarily forgetting his woes. Before he could notice, she quickly bent down and engulfed his standing cock into her mouth. He thrust up gently without even thinking from the sensation! His cock was very long now, and also pretty thin- her long mouth was easily able to engulf it and sucked away. Her tongue adeptly wiggled in waves along the underside of his dick, like a beckoning hand ushuring him deeper. She started to softly pull back, threatening to stop her pleasuring causing him to instinctively thrust and squirm himself forward so he did not escape her mouth. As soon as he started to slip she made a tiny jump backward, as Lence caused himself to fall forward off the slope of the rock and onto all fours. He needed more! He was so horny, she can't stop there! Without thinking he dashed forward and practically jumped onto her backside. She gave a high pitch sound of approval as he thrust into her! His body started to grow a tiny bit more, and his hands now just hanging limp on either side of her continued to devolve into hooves. The muscles in his neck started to tense and pulse as the pleasurable waves from his groin got stronger. Oh no... he could not stop now. His antlers gave off dull cracks as they started to grow larger and larger and his thoughts became duller as the tongs became sharper. He glanced further ahead and seen one of the fawns drinking from the river, and then his eyes went wide as he looked across the river and seen himself masturbating!
That was how the Dryad kept them looping in the forest! She distorted time! The forest ENDED at the river, the other side of the river was not another part of the forest, it was a vision of another time period reflected of the same part of the forest. The other side of the river he had been looking at before was the future! Lence was on both sides of the river at the same time now, looking at himself without the past self even realising! He was masturbating on one side, giving in to animal instincts and dooming himself to a fate in this forest forever. On the other side he was fucking a deer, giving up the last grains of his humanity, unable to alert his past self, watching himself seal his fate! Both versions of himself watched the other, unwillingly turned on by it, both fucking their humanity away. A little less human with each thrust. His face and neck finally stretching out as far as they could go. His antlers now huge, and making it impossible to hold onto any complex thoughts. He gave a great bellow from his now deep animal voice as he watched his past self cum at the same time. He hopped down from the doe who doomed him and dimly glanced around. No human mind left either, he tried to remember what he was doing before this but could not. He looked behind himself at the old remains of a human camp, and a large grey rabbit eating the grass around the site. That grass looked tastey, maybe he would join her. |
Kat’s ear twitched. It always did when it was time to move on, not that she ever stayed anywhere long. Reaching down he grasped her boot and pulled it up over her shapely calf, carefully taking time to lace up the many eyelets that reached up to her knees. Running a hand down the soft leather, she marveled at the decline lines the leather created along her legs. From the firm muscle of her bare thigh sliding under the high boot top, to the swell of her calves, they fit as if they were a second skin. Flexing her toes inside the supple leather she stomped a few times to make sure the fit was just right on her foot before gliding through the door of her room.
The smokey fires in the inn’s many hearths burned her sensitive eyes as she descended the stairs. The smell of people was everywhere, and where there were people, there was trouble, and she wanted no part of it. Tonight, she’d leave this den of troubles for the open road once more. A far better place for a ranger to be.
She didn’t have much magic, just the natural sort that let her slide quickly and quietly from sight and mind. Her body flowed gracefully between the much larger men that sweated from the mines and fields that surrounded her. Few marked her passing as she slid between the giant bellies of two men, her diminutive statute letting her squeeze through the tight press in the common room. The few that did mark her, barely gave a second glance, their eyes sliding away, perhaps only to linger a moment on the bushy tip of her blonde tail as it poked beneath the hem of her cloak. But then, she was gone.
Outside the air was fresher, the sounds of the city quieting as the evening drew on. This was never her place, but it was a needed stop for supplies. New arrows, some extra bow strings, and other things she couldn’t make herself. It’d cost her almost all she had, but she’d gotten herself such fabulous boots from the local cobbler, a man rather bewitched by her comely looks. Twenty-seven silver coins had been a small fortune to her, but they were worth twice that. Their soft leather and reinforced soles felt heavenly on her feet, and aches that had bothered her for months were now fading.
Pleased with her finds in the city, she adjusted her satchel across her slim frame. Her slender bow sat comfortably across her back with a quiver of arrows, while two light axes dangled from the wide belt that encircled her slender waist. Making sure all that was as she wanted, she gave a slight yip, setting off into the night. Her tiny body almost bounding down the road out of town, her blonde fox tail fluttering freely in the wind behind her. *** *** ***
The road was dark, its winding length disappearing into the gloom for many miles ahead. She walked briskly; despite her short stature her pace ate up the miles far quicker than many would have expected. Her ears, constantly twitched, perking up at the slightest noises in the darkness, alert for danger. But there was nothing, save the silence of the night. That alone set her teeth on edge. Not even the nightjar called in the darkness.
The road turned about the southern hill that marked the end of the town’s farm holds. It was climbing now, out of the valley, up the face of a gentle rise. She eyed the top of the crest. There was something, dark shape rising across the rutted pattern of the road. Looming in the darkness. Kat paused, taking stock of what she thought she saw. The two moons, bright enough to see some way, didn’t illuminate enough to see what the largest shape was. Its dark bulk hidden under the edge of the tree lined path.
No movement or sound came to her ears other than the soft caress of the night wind, and the faint rustle of the leaves. Her slender fingers reached up and itched at her ear, thinking. She wished she had a companion animal, but none had yet found her.
Cautiously she strode up towards the inky shapes in the darkness. Careful to stay hidden in the shadows of the trees. A faint smell of death and rot met her nose as she studied the wreck in the gloom. Nearly upon it she could see the ruins of an overturned cart, its wheels hacked apart, the traces cut, and the faint blood and remains of an ox, long since cut away and butchered.
The stench made her want to retch, but she carefully searched the wreckage. There had been a man here, clearly, but there was no sign of him. The bits and pieces of a broken club were all that remained. Something had taken him, and his poor ox. She feared the worst as she pawed through the remains of the cart.
Little of value remained, even nails were missing from the wood, stripped by crude tools. Muddy footprints and scrawling of cuts from crude weapons confirmed her suspicions. Goblins had been here. Her fur rankled a bit at the thought. Trailing around the area a bit it didn’t take her long to find a path, muddy prints showing that at least some of the goblins had been this way. There was no sign of larger prints such as a man or orc might make, and the prints were few enough in number that she felt confident as she plunged into the woods after them. The dark forest’s branches would not save them from her if she found they’d butchered some pour soul. She smiled as the forest canopy closed over her. She was in her domain. Goblins, beware!
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The forest path was little more than a game track, and she followed it for miles. About her the morning dawned with rich reds and oranges, but Kat’s eyes were downcast, still watching her quarry’s trail. The muddy tracks had slowly given way to broken branches and scuffed marks in the dirt as it wound through the underbrush.
The footprints were small too, smaller than her own. She couldn’t tell how many, but every now and again she found herself forced to choose between paths as some had turned away, while others continued along this meandering course. At least once there was signs of some sort of struggle, and the pawprints of something very large. She’d stopped sometime to examine the claw marks and the heavy broken branches. An owlbear, perhaps? The snapped club she found suggested it. The monster, probably attracted to the smell of the goblin’s trove of ox flesh, would have been an unwelcome surprise to the goblins. She doubted they were privileged to keep their spoils, and would have been lucky to keep their own limbs.
Kat hoped the monster lay sated now, far away. She was no match for something so vicious. Maybe later she could find aid, and bring a party in to dispatch the beast. For now? The goblins were her priority. She stood up, and followed the winding track once more.
*** *** *** Kat stopped mid-morning, too tired to continue tracking. The drier path was harder to read and she was afraid she’d lose the trail altogether if she didn’t get some rest. A nearby stream offered her a chance at a break, and a very welcome respite in the heat. She bent down, slowly scooping up handfuls of water to her mouth and refilling her small water bottle.
Taking the moment of luxury to wash the dirt from her sweaty body, she poured water on her furry ears to cool them, and to rise the grim from her neck. It felt good, and her tail almost wagged as she let herself enjoy the simple pleasures. The small stream must be spring fed, the cool waters running bright and clear. To her that was better than any bath in the dusty cities of men.
Pausing, she took a careful look about, making sure there were no creatures lurking to disturb her resting spot. The area seemed safe enough, a small sheltered area. Satisfied she slipped off her cloak and undid her belt, letting her axes slid over the curve of her hips. They landed on the ground with a muffled clank. Her tail lashed slightly at the sudden sound, unnatural in this forest.
Slowly she pulled open the clasps that held her bodysuit closed. It’s soft leather tight against her body. One by one the little metal hooks released, letting the open-air caress her skin as she slid out of the butter soft leathers, her tail pulling out of the custom hole that she’d had sewn in.
Her fingers roamed over her chest, a gentle “ahh” escaping her lips as she massaged her sore breasts. She rubbed under them, letting them hang free again. She grimaced a little, frustrated that she’d ended up with a pair that attracted more attention than she liked. They weren’t exactly practical for adventuring either. Why couldn’t she have gotten a more practical set of tits, like her mother? She blamed her human father for the generous expanse that graced her otherwise slight frame. She fluffed her tail up a bit, letting the fur puff back out after the constriction. after searching her bag for a small, soft cloth to wash with, she turned her attention back to the chill waters. She waded in, feeling the stream swirl around her calves. She let her body sink down on the top of a flat rock, but was careful to keep her tail lifted high so that she didn’t end up with the unpleasantness of a wet tail. She hated that. It always smelled funny and it took forever to dry, leaving her chafed.
Comfortable now in the water she took the cloth and began to scrub away layers of dirt and grime. She made a face as she lifted each breast to clean under it, removing the sweat that built up so easily under the heavy mounds. The cold water splashed over them, rinsing them, but not before they responded. Their nipples pinched and hardened with the cold water, standing proudly from her chest.
Adventure or not, she didn’t mind taking a moment to tweak the sensitive nubs a few times, letting herself enjoy the sensation as she shivered slightly with each flick. If she was going to be stuck with big sensitive breasts, well, at least some times she should get the chance to enjoy them. She played with them a few minutes, letting herself dream slightly about more as her fingers kneaded the soft flesh. Then taking the cloth in hand, she finished her bath, hanging the fabric on a small branch to dry.
She debated slipping back into her gear, but with the sun starting to climb she decided against it. She’d enjoy drying off more if it were sunbaked, and she need a rest anyway. Poking around she found a soft pack of lichen, and moss that offered a mix of sun and shade that would let her dry off quickly and provide her with a soft bed to sleep on.
Kat’s tail curled around her as she got comfortable, the fluffiness providing a natural blanket as she slid into a light slumber. *** *** ***
She awoke sometime later to the sound of voices in the distance. Harsh, guttural, but higher pitched. Goblins. Her gear was still by the bank as she listened carefully, straining her furry ears to their utmost to figure out how far away the creatures were.
Not far, she determined. There must be more using the same trail. She scanned the sky, gauging how long she’d slept. Long enough. The sun, still rising when she lay down, was starting to wester, beginning it’s slow decent towards the far-off sea. The moons had not yet risen.
Kat need to hurry, but silence was her friend. The goblins were coming closer to her hiding spot. She didn’t have much time. Carefully she slipped over to her pile of gear. Her slight footfalls making barely a whisper in the spongy moss.
On went her bodysuit, her hands pushing and pulling to stuff her generous cleavage back into the leather’s tight embrace. Her belt swung up and buckled about her hips, quickly letting her axes settle into place, their metal clanking muffled by the soft swell of her hips. Her archery gauntlet followed, then her boots. First one, then the other slipped over her legs. She shook herself slightly, adjusting the tailhole in her suit, before grabbing the rest of her gear and turning to hide among some tall reeds out of out of the trail.
Kat settled in, listening. The noises had quieted. Soon silence was all about her. The goblins must have become aware of her somehow. Why else would they have stopped yammering? She tensed, carefully drawing her bow free and nocking an arrow.
“Zug.” A voice said, breaking the silence.
Kat tried not to jump. Her ears pivoted on the sound, perhaps twenty yards away. A muffled response came from somewhere nearby. A sharp hiss that cut off quickly, followed by the sound of skin on skin, as if a hand had slapped over a mouth abruptly.
Kat crouched lower. Her bow was in ready, but she’d need to rise to fire it. She couldn’t risk that from this angle. Her ears pivoted, there were at least three of them.
Soft scuffling sounds came as the goblins moved through the brush and out onto the banks of the stream just beyond her line of sight. They were clearly alert, their voices hushed to whispers. Had they scented her? While certainly not the trackers than gnolls were, goblins still had a keen sense of scents than humans did, and they were wary.
Kat eyed the spot she’d slept for signs that would give her away. It showed a slight indentation, but no more than a deer might leave. The space by the river was clear... except for the small rag that hung by the branch. She cursed herself, but it was too late.
A startled grunt and a cry came and a green skinned creature trundled into view, poking at the rag with a long spear with what looked like a serrated bone tip. “Ungh-ah!” The creature called out, turning its head away from her towards its unseen companions.
For a moment Kat debated striking, but she didn’t know how many there were. All she could see was the squat, and she realized naked, little brute in front of her hiding place. One goblin she could easily handle, but goblins never travelled alone.
The call didn’t go unheeded. A second green skinned goblin soon appeared. This one too was naked, but it carried a heavy piece of bone like a cudgel. The weight of the club dragged at its skinny arms, dragging behind it in the dirt. It too grunted and poked at the rag. This time with a long black nail that had probably never seen soap. “Hungg! Zug!” A third voice rang out from the brush. This one was higher pitched than the two goblins. Kat craned her neck as much as she dared. A third figure came striding out of the underbrush. A female gobliness, her skin a slightly paler shade of green, and though she was just as short in stature, her proportions were more generous and comelier than those of her male companions. Where their limbs were spindly and knobby, with a bloated torso, her shape was generous, with soft curves with just a faint hint of pudginess. Her hair lay brushed flat, curling around a finer featured face than either of the two goblin men.
She strode with purpose, her shapely posterior jiggling slightly as she walked, and her breasts bouncing freely. Both facts that clearly had the male gaze fixated on her. Kat had to admit, that she was a very attractive specimen. She’d never seen a goblin woman before, and hadn’t expected something this comely.
The gobliness snatched the fabric away from the pawing fingers of the two goblin men. She held it up and shoved the fabric up against her nose.
Kat could hear her breathing in. Tit sweat and water, I wonder what she would think if she knew? The thought flitted through her mind.
Moments stretched into minutes as the three poked around the glade and the banks of the small stream. On several occasions passing within a few feet of her hiding place among the reeds. After a while they seemed to grow bored and gave up their search. The gobliness never relinquished the scrap of cloth, occasionally lifting it to her nose again and huffing whatever scent remained on it. Clearly, she relished it. Kat grimaced, unsure if she should feel flattered or disturbed at the thought.
Kat debated attacking, as a quick arrow would easily take the spear wielder, leaving only the cudgel swinging brute to deal with. The gobliness showed no signs of weapons, but she knew better than to assume. Many a wizard looked harmless too, and clearly this gobliness was in charge. Besides, she needed to figure out if this was part of a larger raiding party, and if they had anything to do with the attack on the road. The bow never sang. She waited instead.
Soon the goblins lined up, the gobliness in the middle of the small parade as they headed back to the trail. Kay eyed them from her hiding place, hoping they’d go in the direction she’d been heading, towards what she believed would be their lair. She wasn’t disappointed as they turned left, down the dusty game trail. Smiling slyly, the stealthy ranger slipped out of her hiding place, and carefully crept along behind them, staying just out of sight of them.
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The path meandered as the trio marched ahead of her. Shadows began growing long as the sun sank lower into the afternoon sky heralding the fade into evening. The goblins continued to stroll ahead; their squat forms visible in the distance as they chatted amongst themselves. The language was unknown to her, and she strained to understand more than a few words.
Kat wondered how far they would travel. They had already gone many miles. As if in answer to her mental question the forest began to part, revealing a large meadow that stretched out between the arms of the forest. Soft grasses swayed along with the remains of the spring flowers that shed their petals in the breeze. Across the far side, perhaps a quarter mile, was a small cliffside, a few boulders marking the edges of the jagged rocks, and just below it was a single tree, that stood alone amongst the grasses. It was an odd sort, one she’d never seen before, and reminder her of a willow tree with long sweeping branches.
The trio stopped for a moment, and Kat had to duck into a bush to avoid them spotting her as they surveyed the area around them. For a moment it seemed she might have been, but without warning they took off at a run. Faster than she expected they dashed across the long grasses, their little legs pumping. They approached the tree, and to her surprise they darted low under its swaying branches, suddenly sliding and disappearing into a darkened recesses on the other side of the tree.
She had to blink twice to realize she’d nearly missed it, so well hidden from the trail. The dark line of the cavern merging with the gnarly roots and shadows of the tree. So that was it, she rubbed her chin lightly as she considered the design. It wasn’t inventive, but it certainly was effective for hiding their hole. She had to remember that while goblins were not renowned for their intellect, they were cunning none the less.
Kat’s eyes scanned the meadow, looking for anything that might be a threat. Or even any other signs of the green skinned humanoids. A few birds fluttered away, disturbed by the recent movement of the goblins, but there was no sign of any other sentries. There weren’t even the telltale marks of a typical goblin hideout. No wanton destruction, not effigies of dark and vicious heroes or gods that they followed. Not even marks upon the tree that stood silent vigil over their hole. Nothing to suggest that they were even here.
It puzzled her. Goblins were typically known for their destructive behavior just as much as their cunning. The slaughtered wreck in the road was a testament to that violent nature. But here? Nothing of the sort. She rocked back on her heels, wondering. Had she missed something? She knew some other goblins had taken other paths, and clearly a few had run afoul of the owlbear. Had she followed the wrong ones? She didn’t know, but she had to find out.
Her ears twitched, alerting her to the sound of scraping coming from deep in the small cave. There were certainly goblins in there. How many, she wondered? Three she knew, but could there be more? Ten? A hundred? No. There couldn’t be that many. Not with the peaceful look of this place. Her honed ranger skills told her that much. This must be an outpost. No more than a dozen, probably less, she reasoned. She’d have to check it out though.
The sun was nearing the rim of the forest bowl, signaling that dusk would soon arrive. Her tail flicked impatiently as she watched and waited. Rushing in would just get her in a world of hurt. Despite their headlong rush, they could have easily concealed traps among the grasses to foil those who might follow them. She had to be careful.
She eyed the tree again. It looked benign enough, despite her unfamiliarity with it. The long slender branches looked more like vines than they did leaves. Its droopy shape gave it a melancholy look, particularly in the fading light, making the willow comparison feel even more apt. Its placement was probably just fortuitous for the den that awaited her. Soon. She’d move soon.
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Shadows continued their march across the meadow, lengthening. Kat began the slow creep over to the cave, careful to stay away from a straight line of sight. Edging slowly around the eastern side of the meadow, and then creeping through the grass with practiced grace. Her boots made barely a whisper as she slid up to the entrance from the side, the tree standing like an old guardsman over the depression that cut into the ground. Only the very top of the cave peeked above the level of the ground. Rather it sunk down into the shallow, steep sided depression that marred the grass meadow. She eyed it, the cave opening was bigger than she had expected, perhaps a foot higher than her own head.
There was a small wooden ladder that dropped down to give access to the dim entrance. She unstrung her bow, setting it carefully into her quiver with her arrows. It wouldn’t be of any use underground. She debated leaving the quiver, but thought better of it. Instead, she lengthened the strap so that the arrows rode on her hip, letting the bow shaft drop behind her fuzzy pointed ears. Satisfied it wouldn’t catch on the cave roof, she pulled out one of her axes. Her other hand carefully groping along the cave wall as she prepared to venture in. The opening grinned before her, like a maw that was waiting to bite down on her.
The inside was dark. Her vision, a legacy of her mystical foxy heritage, was good; but the inky space offered little to work with and she relied more on the touch of the rocks on her finger tips. They told her a great deal though, as she could feel the marks of chisels and picks as she drifted her hand over the roughhewn wall. The floors, littered with small rocks, tried to impale her soles; but her boots protected her delicate feet. She wondered how the goblins managed as she scuffed aside another stone, trying not to disturb too many rocks. Even the slightest movement of the stones echoed loudly.
Deep down the passage she wound. The tunnel heading under the cliffside. A few small openings passed her hands, but a small light had begun to glimmer below her, and it was toward this that she walked. It flickered slightly. A torch? A fire? She wasn’t sure, but she could now hear noises. Grunts. They were soft at first, then louder as she approached a final bend in the tunnel.
Kat’s jaw fell open as she peaked around the last corner. The room was small, lit by a fire whose smoke drew up a natural flu in the rock, leaving the room dimly lit, but not at all smokey. The source of the grunting was now plain to see as one of the goblin men had the gobliness pushed up against the wall, his hips rocking back and forth as he coupled with her.
No stranger to seeing animals in rut, she blushed slightly. Somehow this was more primal, and surprising. Kat supposed she’d never considered the fact that goblins had sex. Yet here they were, the generous breasts of the gobliness smashed up against the wall, her dark nails raking against the stones as she ground her hips into the male. It was lurid, and Kat felt dirty watching it. Dirty, but strangely turned on. A flash of color drew Kat’s eyes. A small scrap of cloth clutched in the palm of the gobliness’ hand. Her washrag. Every moment or two the gobliness would take another huff of the rag, as if the smell were intoxicating to her, turning her on. Her body shaking just a little bit more with the orgasmic bliss she reveled in. The male goblin only grunted and kept thrusting.
Was she turned on by my scent? Kat wondered to herself. The idea had grown on her all day, and now came to her as strangely appealing. Deep down it was a bit of a turn on to be intoxicating to another. Kat’s body reminded her that she’d not felt a lover’s touch in a long time, twinging in deep places. A small part of her mind envying the reaming that the gobliness was enjoying as her long, dark, tongue hung out, panting. Kat’s hips rolled slightly as she shifted, a small bit of dampness marking her arousal as she watched. Captivated by sight, and knowing that in a small way she was a part of their lust she pressed her hand down against her crotch, feeling her clit press hard against the soft leather of her bodysuit. Her fingers loosened on the axe as she felt her other hand slide up her bodysuit, brushing softly against the material, just thin enough to let her feel the firmness of her nipples which were rising to respond to her own lust. Her fingers brushed against them again, and the whisper of her touch sent shivers through her as her breasts strained against the constraining fabric.
She wasn’t sure how long she watched, her fingers dancing against the shrouded tips of her nipples, and her hips rolling as she felt herself between her thighs. She licked her lips, watching even as she felt the warmth in her own body. The two creatures continued for some time before the goblin dropped back, clearly exhausted, a sloppy grin on his greenish face as he fell into a heap of leaves and rags. Kat pulled her head back farther, making sure she remained hidden from view as the gobliness turned to look down at her fallen mate. The tiny body stood flushed a darker green, her hips cocked slightly askew as her lover’s juices had begun to flow down the thick black hair coating her groin and onto her inner thigh. She seemed pleased. Kat couldn’t blame her. Most guys never lasted that long.
The end of the lovemaking released Kat from her revery for a moment. She realized she’d not seen the other goblin, nor any sign of them being part of the attack on the road. Was she judging them wrongly? Were they innocent? She couldn’t kill them unjustly. Certainly not as she was contemplating a ravishing by the gobliness who seemed to revel in her scent. Kat’s mind wandered, wondering if that long tongue might fall to other uses.
Uncertain now of her choices, Kat decided it was best to leave it be. Perhaps the goblins weren’t the culprits. Saddened she couldn’t bring any justice to the lost souls, she mollified herself with the idea that she at least would not perpetuate harm on others without cause. She’d backtrack along her path and seek out another trail, perhaps then she could bring justice.
Slowly she backed away, her boots finding firmer footing as she climbed back up the dark tunnel towards the night sky. Her mind lost in thought as she exited the cave.
The night air was still as she emerged. Stepping lightly, she climbed the small ladder out of the depression, wiping the back of her hand across her brow. She hadn’t realized how warm it had been in the cave. Or maybe that warmth was just her.
A slight rustle caught her attention, her ears swiveling to search for the sound. Was it the other goblin? No. It sounded like leaves, but the wind was still. Nothing, just the willow tree that now towered overhead. She wished she had a better chance to look at it during the daylight. Its branches showed few leaves, with most being just long tendrils that swayed gently. Without the wind, she realized.
Shit. Her mind screamed at her, her instincts suddenly coming back to the fore as she attempted to scramble out from under the tree. She almost made it, but something powerful caught her ankle. Kat tumbled forward, her axe falling to the ground. She tried to pull the other from her belt, but something grabbed it first, flinging it away. Soon dark sinuous shapes began to writhe about her, wrapping her arms and legs up in a powerful grip.
Kat could feel herself lifting from the ground even as she twisted, trying to free herself. Her struggles only made the thing tighten its vice-like grip. Soon the long tendrils began to strip her. She felt her quiver and satchel yanked violently from her shoulder; their broken straps flapping as they fell to the ground. Her cloak floated down after them.
Soon another tendril ripped the gauntlet from her archery hand. Her belt buckles snapped, under the pressure of another. Two more slid her boots off her legs, leaving her bare skin exposed save for the bodysuit she wore. She grimaced, her nails trying vainly to gain purchase against the smooth tentacle that held her throat. Her mind spun, desperate to figure out how to escape. The otherworldly intelligence seemed to know that too.
She could feel it pawing at her body. The soft leather that held her suit together being fileted from her body as the stitches popped and the seams tore. Soon little more than rags remained, and these too found themselves floating down to the pile of things on the ground. She yiped at the last piece pulled free of her tail, leaving her naked in the clutches of the tree.
She hung there, her struggles weakening against the creeping doom; its long vines wrapped now uncomfortably tight around her body. Kat could feel herself swaying with the plant, its movements controlled. Her mind almost thinking it could see eyes within the bole of the tree. Worse, she could feel the air begin to cloy. Her ranger senses screamed, demanding that she escape. She clawed impotently against the monster’s attack. Her body succumbing to the dark creature’s will.
Soon the scent began to overpower her. Deep, rich, and intoxicating it poured into her lungs. Her pupils widened as she began to feel the effects. Her body warming, her pulse racing. Parts of her only recently aroused at the sight of the gobliness responded again now. Dampness now turned into a full-on gush, infused with the desire that now raged in her mind as the tree’s chemicals went to work.
Her muscles began to relax as the vines cradled her. New tendrils slipped in, these with longer tips that probed rather than tore at her skin. They curled around her generous breasts, the tips flicking her nipples in the cool night air. Kat’s eyes rolled back; her mouth open as a moan slipped out. A second flick. A third. They caressed and wrapped her breasts, squeezing them sensually even as her body capitulated to their every move. She could feel her hips bucking in anticipation as vines ran down her ass, cupping it and rubbing the generous globes. Another vine slipped into the front of her cleft, its delicate tip rubbing against her clit, arousing it to a firmness she’d never felt before. She began to pant, her hips flexing, trying to open, trying to let the thing into her. Her mind slipping into wanton desire, her tail lifting in anticipation as she felt the tree creature probe into her depths.
Eyes fluttered back into her head as she felt it answer the call, its tip jamming deep into her, swelling against her inner walls, and pushing deeper than she’d ever felt. She wanted it now. It came, hard, fast, and girthy. Each thrust driving her wilder by the moment, but always stopping before she crested that edge. As if it knew. As if it wanted to make her wait. She whined. She could hear herself now vaguely, begging for it to finish the job. She didn’t care. All she wanted now was the release. Kat could feel the thing squeezing her breasts, keeping that rhythm going, and her ever on edge, but not quite there.
Time fled from her. It was dark, that was all, and her mind wandered as she rose towards the climax repeatedly. In her briefest moments of lucid thought, she wondered what the tree creature wanted of her, only to have the thought driven from her by the slip of a tendril that pushed against her sensitive nub, or drove deep into her pussy.
Her mouth felt dry, devoid of moisture from hanging open, leaving the barest flecks of spittle dripping from the tip of her tongue. Her brain fogged by the pleasure that continued unabated. She hung there, prisoner of the tree, her pink eyes staring vacantly into the canopy.
The gobliness smirked, seeing the vulpine canibri woman trussed up in the tree’s vines, clearly dazed by her new captivity. Oh, it’d let her loose eventually, she knew that from somewhat personal experience, after it had left its seed. She reminisced about the tree that had captured her. The lust, the days of it sending her body into bliss. All so she could carry its seed. And she’d carried it here, creating this nice little trap for those unwary enough to fall victim to its clutches. It's unassuming nature making it the perfect guardian for her cave.
Soon enough the tree would leave the fox woman with a little treasure to remember it by. The gobliness reached a hand up, batting lightly at the fluffy tail that dangled there. She took a moment to run her fingers through the soft, silken fur. The smell of the fox woman was delicious, the same scent she carried on the scrap of fabric that they’d found, now hidden in her pouch. She wished she could capture the scent forever, especially now that her pet had magnified it so that the entire area reeked of her scent. It was enough to get the gobliness off, and she barely kept her hand from her own slit as she pondered what to do with the intruder.
There was a brief struggle above her head, and the vacant eyes stared down at her. She licked her lips as the tree let the figure down lower, almost even with the gobliness. Why? She wasn’t sure. The pink eyes stared at her, focusing only for a moment as the struggle resumed before the vines tightened their grip again. This dipped her lower, inadvertently bringing the fox woman face to face with the gobliness.
A smile spread across the green face as she reached over and pulled the fox woman’s head in for a deep whiff of her intoxicating scent. Her fingers dancing for just a moment across the woman’s cheek before she leaned in and rand her long, wet tongue up the side of the captive ranger’s face. Licking her lips, she relished the vague look of shock that flitted briefly across the taller woman’s face. She tasted good too, the gobliness realized. Maybe later, after the tree had done its work, they’d have some fun with her. She’d still be horny and needy as the seed carried inside her germinated.
Satisfied their intruder lay safely trussed up for at least another few days, she reached down and grabbed the last thing lying beneath the tree that the goblin men hadn’t taken. The boots were longer than she could easily wear, but she knew good work when she saw it. The supple leather and fine stitching called to her, and she wanted them. Plus, they smelled good. Throwing the pair of boots over her should she gave one more glance back at the captive canibri, she all but skipped back to the ladder and down into the cave where the males were fighting over the small coins and other trinkets they had scavenged.
Kat barely registered anything now, her mind wandering as the tree continued to subtly tease her with the vines. Her body reflexively twisting as she hung, overwhelmed with the orgasms that wracked her petite body.
Dimly she was aware of the slobbery kiss, and the look of her prized boots slung over the gobliness’ shoulder. She struggled a bit more, but the tree only tightened its tentacles again, reminding her that she was its prisoner until it was prepared to release her.
She only hoped it would be before she succumbed to complete exhaustion. The slimy trail of goblin spit dripped down her cheek as the tree’s vines flexed. Tendrils prepared to resume their ministrations as they slipped around her most sensitive areas. In Kat’s sex addled mind, the gobliness’ drool was the least of her current worries. Small movements began to press into her again. Her mouth opened, her tongue lolling out once more as she felt the waves of pleasure begin roll over her again, this time building to new heights.
She would learn why, soon enough, as the tree began to prepare her to host its seed. |
Shattered Shards: Myshelle's Medicine
Tears leaked from Myshelle's eyes, mixing with the rivulets of stallion seed that trickled down her face. He body ached, seemingly every inch of her aroused and lustful, longing for sex.
It was disgusting, the moment Kora had mentioned what it was Myshelle had recognized the taste. Earlier in her career she'd had to do things she wasn't proud of in order to get ahead of the other models.
It was humiliating, the way she was forced to gulp down gallons of cum, from an animal no less! The perverted satyrs didn't just pleasure themselves, like the one that had splattered her, but they also jerked off the animals as well!
The experience was horrible, being strapped to a chair, the gag in her mouth. She'd had a cursed necklace hung around her neck, been groped and fondled by a five hundred pound blimp of a satyr, and now they were making her horny somehow. And they were making her fat and heavy and ugly like one of them, just because they were jealous!
And somehow they had made her like the taste of horse cum. At first Myshelle had thought it was merely the potions, but rather than feeding her different things, like they had done the first time, they kept pouring bucket after bucket of equine spooge into her feeding funnel.
Myshelle had thought that having a belly full of five gallons of ice cream had been bad, she wasn't sure how much buckets of stallion splooge she'd been forced to slurp down. It all seemed to blend together as she tried to force off her arousal.
The more that was forced into her the more food her body craved. It was the necklace, the stupid, cursed, enchanted necklace. It was doing this to her, making everything taste wonderful, making her belly swell and slosh.
The model couldn't even bring herself to look down. She could feel the rounded bulk of her belly push her breasts upward; she could feel the pressure against her thighs. She had begun to wiggle in her bonds, trying to somehow get some stimulation to her aching sex.
The feeding tube ran dry, the steady flow of delicious animal essence no longer pouring over Myshelle's tongue. She began to whimper, but her rational mind quickly took over and prevented the loud moan of protest from leaving her throat.
She felt so heavy, so disgustingly heavy. But it felt good. The stupid curse on the stupid necklace made it feel good. Myshelle wanted her arms free, not so she could escape, but so she could hug her bloated, cum-filled middle, and then to finger herself until her feeling of arousal went away.
The bubbling feeling returned, thankfully free of belches this time. Myshelle's curse-addled mind felt a little bit disappointed at the lost of her massive middle, but another part was thankful that she'd be going from maybe fifty pounds of weight added on, to maybe five or ten.
Cum wasn't that nutritious after all. Or at least she didn't think so. It was probably made up mostly of water, after all.
As her belly emptied, Myshelle found herself blushing. Unlike the last time the weight seemed to be adding itself to specific places, rather than generally all over her body. She could feel her breasts slowly expanding, becoming larger and heavier.
She felt a weird sort of fizzing feeling in her breasts as well, it seemed that as Kora had said, Myshelle's implant were dissolving, being replaced by actual breast tissue. In a few moments the sensation stopped and Myshelle found herself enjoying the weight of the larger breasts on her chest.
She hoped that once she escaped, or was rescued, that the increased bust size would stay behind once she worked off the excess poundage that the satyr had forced upon her. At least that way things wouldn't be all bad. Her larger breasts felt great, and Myshelle longed to have her hands free so she could squeeze them.
Unfortunately the addition to her bust stopped while she still had quite a ways to go before her belly was emptied. This time it was targeted on Myshelle's butt, hips, and thighs. She groaned as she felt her jeans grow tighter and tighter, her flesh expanding until the seams began to rip. It was almost torturous, but not from pain. Rather it was increased pressure on Myshelle's sex. Her thong seemed like it was almost digging into her. But it... mmm... it allowed her to finally get some sensation going on her aching, dripping pussy.
Myshelle closed her eyes and bucked her hips, enjoying the sensation, but longing mightily for something real to fill her, to scratch an itch where her thong couldn't reach.
But for all her effort, the most she could do was lightly pleasure herself, she was nowhere near bringing herself to climax. Mostly what she did was wear herself out.
Eventually her bucking came to an end and she could no longer keep her head up upon her neck, it kept falling down to her chest. Her position wasn't the most comfortable, but Myshelle found herself drifting off into sleep anyway.
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Myshelle found herself at her photoshoot, everything all pretty and perfect. The hour or so of makeup applied to her face making it look perfect. The mascara outlining her big, beautiful blue eyes, her long red-brown hair made to look sexy and casual, but had taken a lifelong stylist to get just right. She strutted and smiled and showed off her perfect 5'10", 110 pound, gorgeously lithe frames, walking upon platformed heels, showing off the company's designer jeans and t-shirt.
She was stunning, gorgeous, and she was happy. Then all the cameras went away, the backdrops vanished, and so did the dozens of fawning attendants, and Myshelle found herself all alone in the dark.
She didn't really have any friends, it took some cutthroat tactics to get to where she was, and they would get more so in the weeks and months to come. After all there were mythic races that easily surpassed typical human beauty; nymphs and dryads and some of the elven races.
They'd already begun to creep in, and Myshelle had attended some shows with mythics, drawing all the attention away from her. If things went badly they could supplant even the most beautiful humans in mainstream fashion, leaving girls like Myshelle to model in specialty human-only magazines and such.
And she found that terribly frightening, to so easily be made obsolete. She'd put everything into her career, to be at the top, to be the best, to be regarded as one of the most beautiful women in the world.
If Myshelle lost that she wouldn't have anything. Feeling so terribly, crushingly alone and frightened, she curled up into a ball in her dream, wishing she had someone to hug.
She felt warm arms wrap embrace her, driving away the cold. Wonderful, simple human contact that sent the dream away and let Myshelle sleep easily.
She awoke to find the hug real, a softly snoring satyr holding her. Her gag and feeding tube had been removed, though she felt a great deal heavier. They must've poured something into her funnel overnight. It was a wonder she hadn't choked or drowned!
Turning her head Myshelle could see that the creature hugging her was none other than the neon-hued performer that had visited her the previous evening. Myshelle found herself reaching up and stroking the woman's hair. It seemed that the tight padded straps had been removed and replaced with bracelets on a long chain.
The two were connected through a central ring, and in order to move one up Myshelle had to move the other one down. The satyr had a smile on her face as she rested her head on the captive's shoulder, and Myshelle found herself enjoying the simple contact too much to wake her up.
Instead she leaned against her as best the chair would allow, sighing softly as she ran her fingers through the woman's soft, bright pink hair.
The pale skinned satyr was rather rounded, but she wasn't as fat as Myshelle had thought. She was built rather like a sumo wrestler, not exactly fat, but not exactly athletic either. The term 'solid' seemed to describe her build better.
Myshelle could feel muscle beneath the satyr's smooth skin. She was rather pretty, actually. Thinking back to the times she'd seen the satyr with her makeup fully done and her hair styled, she'd actually been rather stunning.
For an overweight shemale satyr, anyway; but for some reason Myshelle didn't find the thought of male parts on an otherwise female body as repugnant as she had the previous day. In fact if her arousal went like it had the previous day, she might actually enjoy having the big, thick horse cock inside of her.
The thought shocked her, not because of what it was, but of how easily it came to her. If they were going to pump her full of cum again, they might as well stop tormenting her and actually put something in her sex.
The more thought about horse cock, the more her body began to ache with need again, and there was a good deal more of it to ache than there had been previously.
Myshelle was sure she was about half again as heavy as she had been when she had gone to sleep. She looked... nice, actually. It wasn't just 60 pounds of pudge packed onto her typical 110 pound frame, but the additional muscle required to effortlessly cart around her new bulk.
Though a lot of it seemed to have been packed onto her tits and ass. But again, that weight felt strangely good, the chair was more comfortable, for one thing, and Myshelle loved the addition to the general feel of her breasts. She sighed happily and moved her hand from the satyr's cheek to her breast. It felt so nice to squeeze, not a little hard and stiff like the implants had been. Plus they seemed more sensitive, probably because of the necklace. Myshelle had always wanted bigger tits, but if she'd gotten implants any bigger they'd have looked obviously fake on her lithe body.
She moaned softly as she continued to fondle herself, feeling the heat in her loins spiking. Her eyes went wide as the captive suddenly realized what she was doing. Her skin turned a deep red with an incredible blush.
It had to be the necklace, or the potions, or something. But somehow, in some way, Myshelle found parts of herself enjoying her captivity, and it terrified her. She shuddered, wondering if the strange alterations to her mind would continue until she was another fat shemale satyr, fucking horses and shaking her blubbery body on stage for weirdoes that liked that sort of thing.
She began to sob when she felt her arousal rising once more at the very thought of horse fucking and shemale satyr cocks. It wasn't fair, making her crave a cock and then not provide one.
Her soft sounds of sorrow awoke the satyr sleeping at her side. She yawned and stretched, and then hugged Myshelle all the tighter.
"Mmm... another bad dream? I came down to get a snack last night and heard you crying while you slept. You don't need to be scared of what isn't real." The satyr said, moving around and slipping her hooves through the gaps between chair and armrest, sitting in Myshelle's lap.
The captive wasn't squished like she expected to be. As the satyr's arms wrapped around her, pushing her into her plentiful, pale chest and tummy, Myshelle found herself relaxing, her tears drying up.
She hugged the satyr back as best she could, enjoying the feeling of the soft, short fur on the woman's legs and loins as they brushed up against the bare skin of Myshelle's tummy. She craved contact like this, someone to hug her when she was feeling sad or upset. But she couldn't trust anybody; they might be after her for her celebrity, or her money, or just as a trophy, rather than as a person.
The satyr coaxed Myshelle's head back, leaning down and planting a gentle kiss on her lips, "Sssh, there there. Just let Melissa kiss it and make it better." She said, giving another delicate kiss.
The kisses felt so gentle, so sweet and tender, it made Myshelle long for more. Her curse-confused mind and body longed for more.
"I... I'm Myshelle." She said softly, shyly.
Melissa giggled, "Cute name. I like it, and I like you." She said, stroking Myshelle's hair much as the model had done earlier while the satyr was sleeping.
"I can see that there's a nice, sweet person inside of you just yearning to get out. I know that if things went differently in your life you wouldn't be so grouchy and snarly. You don't like being a bitch all the time, do you?" she asked, her tone meaning it as a question, and not an insult.
Myshelle shook her head, "N-no, I don't want to be a bitch all the time. But it... it's so hard to do what I do all day, every day. I wish I wasn't alone all the time, but I... I can't really take a boyfriend who's interested in the real me, now can I?" She sighed, "If I'm not on the cover, I'm at least in the pages of at least one magazine on ever newsstand in every gas station on this side of the country. I'll never find anyone who doesn't treat me like a piece of meat, or a piggybank, or a fashion accessory."
Myshelle thought she was about to cry again, but the long tongue in her mouth, gently tickling her palate made her moan softly instead. It was unlike anything she'd every experienced before.
She wasn't sure if it was an effect of the necklace or something natural to the satyr, but Melissa's saliva tasted so sweet, so delicious, almost as good as the horse cum had.
Myshelle gleefully and hungrily suckled upon Melissa's tongue, the woman's hands petting her, stroking her, giving her gentle, loving touches meant to comfort, not to arouse. Though the warm, heavy presence in Myshelle's lap also had that effect.
The captive longed for sex, but the cuddling was nice, the cuddling dulled the ache down to a low throb. She clung to the satyr until she felt a new warmth between the two of them.
A soft moan escaped Melissa's lips as her cock stirred to morning hardness. Its presence on Myshelle's belly and breasts made cuddling rather difficult, as it moved both of them to desire something more.
With a blush the satyr pulled away, leaving Myshelle's front and lap feeling uncomfortably cool after several minutes with her sweet, warm presence.
"Breakfast is still a ways off." Melissa said wistfully, the thought of food making Myshelle sigh as well, "But we can have a little fun before breakfast. Would you like me to dance for you?"
"I... I... I..." Myshelle stuttered, blushing and lowering her gaze, "I think I'd like that." She said softly.
Melissa flicked her hair back behind her head and turned, the blue tips of her otherwise pink tail tickling Myshelle's face as she spun. The satyr lowered herself, putting a portion of her weight in Myshelle's lap, but keeping most of it on her hooves.
She shook her hips from side to side, bobbing her body from side to side, one arm slowly journeying up her side. Once that arm reached the top, she repeated the movement with the other, then dropped them down quickly.
Melissa placed both hands atop her breasts, running down over them, giving a light squeeze, tracing over her rounded middle and giving a squeeze there as well. Her hands spread out, going to her hips, prompting Melissa to stand and give a shake with hands on her hips, turning around.
Her hands moved down further, between her legs, cupping her balls, stroking up over her long, thick, equine member. A thick drop of precum hand formed upon it, and Myshelle leaned down to lick it, but the restraints on the chair got in the way. She found herself breathing heavily, unable to tear her eyes away from the dancing satyr.
She reversed the movements, running her hands down her shaft, over her balls, back to her hips, up her belly, and to her breasts, leaning forward with them held inches from Myshelle's face.
Melissa turned, her tush in Myshelle's lap once more, starting it all over again. It was wondrous, so beautiful and sexy to watch. She was obviously enjoying herself while she danced, and seeing her plentiful body jiggle, feeling it rubbing against her, Myshelle began to understand why people visited the Amorous Satyr.
Her breaths came faster and faster, somehow the satyr managed to pleasure her without providing anything but some small touches. Likely it was something magical, the reason why satyrs in mythology could somehow get laid despite being drunken louts, fond of baser pleasures and dancing.
Myshelle's eye widened at that thought; more magic was being used on her. She was being seduced and fucked by the spell of Melissa's dance. With a blush she realized she loved it, and if it felt like this, she would probably have eagerly paid for something like this.
The captive moaned loudly, bucking her hips in the chair, grinding against Melissa, who only grinned and pushed back a bit harder.
Myshelle felt strange as she approached climax, the lips of her sex felt puffy and swollen against the fabric of her thong and exceptionally tight jeans. With a hard thrust against Melissa's rump, the model felt herself erupt.
And erupt was indeed the word for it. It was like a blockage had broken away inside of her and a massive torrent of cum burst for from her. It made a wet, splattering sound as it encounter her jeans, but the denim wasn't enough to contain the flood, it poured through the fabric, making a huge puddle beneath Myshelle's feet.
And it wouldn't stop; the thick whiteness just kept pouring out of her, turning Myshelle's moan into a cry of purest pleasure. She gripped her chains, pulling herself up from the chair, bending her back in order to thrust as hard as she could, thick, hot, sticky cum pouring from her at an incredible rate.
It was only then that she recalled Mi... Kora's words from the previous night, about how she couldn't excrete, and that the excess would be expelled in a 'fun' way.
Myshelle couldn't judge how long her orgasm went on for, each pulse of cum seemed to spew from her with the same intense force as the first. She felt the goo rise up to the level of her toes, and she couldn't help but wiggle them, making them squelch in the mess.
Eventually Myshelle slumped back into the chair, a wet splotching sound accompanying her when she did so. She hung her head, out of breath and exhausted from the ordeal.
It was then that her gaze looked downward, seeing all the thick whiteness upon the floor. It wasn't clear like the usual fluids she expelled during sex. She looked to her groin, and spread her legs.
She saw a... bulge between her legs, something pushed several inches out of her. Her eyes widened, "Oh no! No! Fuck no!" she whimpered.
Melissa seemed to be coming down off her own orgasmic high, turning around as she heard Myshelle's cry.
"What? What is it?" she asked.
"Take my pants off, take them off now!" Myshelle demanded, "I need to see! I need to know what's happening to me!"
Melissa did as she was told, digging her fingers into the torn seems, ripping Myshelle's strained pants and thong away. The model gasped in horror at what she saw. Her netherlips looked swollen and puffy, but they had grown thicker, along with her clit. Her vaginal opening was smaller, scarcely half the size it was before. The whole collection was pushed out perhaps two or three inches, looking like it was beginning to transform into a thick, bestial member.
"Oh fuck!" Myshelle cried, "Oh fuck! I'm growing a dick! I'm g-g-g..."
She bent double, or tried to as she gagged, dry heaving in disgust and panick.
"Stop it! Please make it stop! Please change... hurk!" her stomach muscles tightened painfully. Her empty belly tried to expel contents that it did not have, and it hurt.
"Please change me back!" Myshelle whimpered, gulping air, tears streaking down her face.
Until this point, until seeing a part of her body altered and twisted, on the route to becoming something else, Myshelle hadn't been particularly worried. Extra weight could be exercised, dieted, or surgically removed. But this? Having the very center of her womanhood transforming into something alien to her gender and to her species?
The captive shuddered and heaved again. This was a permanent disfigurement, even if the change stopped where it was, she'd never be able to model a bikini bottom ever again. She wasn't going to escape, and despite her thoughts the previous evening, she wasn't going to be rescued.
She hadn't told anyone where she was, she didn't wear a cell phone or a beeper or anything that could be tracked down. It would be days before she was reported missing, and it would take forever for someone to find her car.
By then it would be too late, Myshelle would be transformed into whatever Kora wanted her to be.
She sobbed loudly, sucking in a deep breath that only came out with another retch. "You're making me into a monster!" Myshelle howled, trying to squirm away when Melissa hugged her tight.
"No, Myshelle, right now you're turning into one of us. You're going to see what it's like to be something that you insulted, something that Mistress Kora saw that deep down in your heart that you hated." Melissa said.
The satyr crammed two fingers into Myshelle's warped genital slit, and forced them into Myshelle's mouth.
"No food, no water, just plain 'ol you is going into this. How does it taste?" she said, softly, sadly.
Myshelle grimaced and spat, trying to clear her tongue of the foul taste. She was silent for a few moments, turning her head away, "...b-bitter..." she said, barely audible.
"What was that?" Melissa asked, moving her hand down as if to repeat the action.
"Bitter!" Myshelle howled, "I taste bitter! Horrible, disgusting, and bitter!"
The satyr knelt, looking Myshelle in the eye, her own eyes weren't full of anger or hatred, but of concern, of kindness, and of pity. "And how do I taste?" Melissa asked, her tongue trailing over the captive's lips, Myshelle's tongue following a moment later.
"Sweet. Wonderful. Delicious." Myshelle sobbed. She shuddered as she felt her lust rising again, her proto-penis-like vagina throbbing, dripping as precum flushed her system, dripping down onto the chair.
"I... I don't want to do this. I don't want to be a shemale. Please... please... you've done enough. I'll treat people better, I won't insult people, I'll do whatever you want. Please, just don't make me into something else. I don't want to be a slave here." She said, sniffling.
"Sweetie," Melissa said, stroking Myshelle's cheek, "We're not slaves. All the girls stay here because we want to. We're all like this because we love the way it feels. What are you afraid of? Being changed? Or being changed and loving it?"
The satyr ran her hands over Myshelle's chubby tummy, gripping her wider hips, "There's a big part of you that enjoys the hefty you, isn't there?" she asked, hugging the captive.
"Mmmhmm." Myshelle said softly, pressing her head against Melissa's chest.
"Then accept it. Love it. Embrace it. Enjoy being someone and something different. Mistress Kora doesn't turn people into something they hate and have them stuck that way forever just because of a few hasty words."
The sweet, beautiful satyr's closeness made Myshelle's proto-cock throb, filling her with arching desire. She couldn't help herself as she began to lick at a nipple, hoping to coax Melissa into something that would get rid of that painful ache and growing emptiness inside of her.
"This is meant to be a punishment, so there are going to be some uncomfortable aspects. But look at it in another light; this is a chance for a vacation. A vacation from yourself. You can be someone else for awhile, just enjoy it, and when Mistress Kora feels satisfied that you've learned your lesson, she has a potion you can drink that will zap you right back to your old scrawny self the moment you take that pendant off."
Melissa ran a finger over Myshelle's chains, she felt the clamps on her ankles change, becoming shackles, rather than fastening her to the chair. The chain binding her wrists shortened, but it was also no longer connected to anything. A metal collar and chain leash appeared out of thin air, fastening around Myshelle's neck.
"Would you like to be sweet inside?" Melissa asked, standing up and giving a gentle tug on the leash, making Myshelle stand as well. Her shoes were unsteady on the cum-slicked floor, so she kicked them off, her thicker calves having broken the straps as they'd grown while she slept.
"Y-yes." Myshelle admitted, shyly.
Melissa smiled and sat down in the chair, she looked at the thick trickle of fluid down Myshelle's thighs, the expelling of the leftover fluids from the foods she'd eaten translating arousal into a slow, oozing torrent from her half-gendered sex.
"Don't listen to what Myshelle wants, she's vile, nasty, and underfed. Listen to what the new you is telling you, sweet, sexy, sensual, kind, caring, loving, eager to help others. What is the new you asking for? What does the pleasantly plump shemale satyr inside want?" Melissa asked, lifting a hoofed foot and rubbing its smooth, shiny, deep navy surface over Myshelle's hybrid folds.
Myshelle closed her eyes, picturing herself like Melissa, like Kora, like the other girls in the club. She licked her lips at the image, feeling her mouth and pussy watering at the thought of...
"Cock. She wants cock, Melissa." Myshelle admitted.
"As the newest girl, you'd call all your sisters Mistress until you got permission otherwise. Understand?"
"Yes, Mistress Melissa." Myshelle said softly, her loins tightening, giving her a twinge of pleasure as she spoke the words.
"Is there anything that your shemale satyr self would have that your skinny human self wouldn't? Something that would make the old Myshelle feel jealous?"
Myshelle thought for a moment, moaning softly as her body seemed to reward the answer she came up with before she spoke, "Love, mistress." She said, "If Mistress Kora does this to people who insult you, and if the other satyrs are as nice as you, and we're all sisters, then..."
She snuffled softly, "Then she would be loved."
Melissa smiled and hugged the transforming human, "And if your new self wanted cock and wanted pleasure and wanted to show her big sister how much she loved her, what would she do?"
Myshelle blushed and turned, without a moment's hesitation lowering herself onto all twenty-some inches of Melissa's equine shaft, crying out with delight as it entered her rump with ease.
Myshelle moaned, eyes half-lidded, "Wh-why does this feel so good?" she asked, twisting herself from side to side with small motions, wanting to work every last millimeter of Melissa's shaft into her.
"Satyrs are innately sexual beings, so sex feels good. Sex almost always feels good." Melissa explained, wrapping her arms around the model's middle, hugging her tightly.
"And sex with someone who isn't a satyr, or isn't fully a satyr, is the best sex we can have, and the best sex we can give. It's magical, literally. Think about how good I made you feel just from giving you a lapdace." The satyr said, one hand moving down, slipping two fingers into the narrowing slit in the tip, her thumb and pinkie encircling the 4 inch long base.
Myshelle leaned back against Melissa, but something felt wrong, getting in the way of her full enjoyment. She looked back to Melissa, who grinned and ran a pink-paint fingernail over the stained silk blouse that still clung to Myshelle's frame. It fell away into fragments of thread and dust.
The captive found herself crying once more, not of fear, fright, or sorrow, but simply because she felt so good. She blushed, shamed for feeling as she did. The most wonderful sex of her life was coming from a plump shemale satyr while she has bound, shackled, and held hostage.
She shouldn't be enjoying it. She'd just willingly taken the cock of one of her captors inside her, taken it with absolute glee. Yesterday Myshelle would have screamed and struggled with an equine shaft in her ass, she would've probably felt a little bit ill at the thought of being plowed by an inhumane shemale.
But Melissa felt so soft, so cuddly against her. Her bulk was comforting, it made Myshelle feel safe and secure. She had no idea if the choice had been her own, or if the necklace had something to do with it.
She knew that she should be trying to escape, to fight back, to flee. Not embracing the changes, not enjoying what they were doing to her, not even a little bit.
But what Melissa said made sense. There would be some things that she didn't like, that she found repulsive or disgusting, things that were sickening and illegal, but... they seemed like so much fun.
She'd enjoyed guzzling horse cum; she liked the heavy, bulky feeling of her two hundred pound frame, she absolutely loved her large, implant-free breasts, she loved the feeling of a nice fat stallion cock in her ass, and...
Myshelle moaned as Melissa pulled her fingers from the slit in what was rapidly becoming an equine cock; the opening had grown too narrow to comfortably accommodate them. She replaced them with a single finger. The sensation of having her proto-cock fingered and jerked off was tremendous. The lapdace had been nothing compared to this.
She was starting to like the idea of being a shemale as well. The four inch long, three inches thick organ between her legs felt wonderful as it was fingered and stroked. Myshelle wondered what it would feel like fully grown, two feet of sweet stallion length between her legs, and those heavy, delicious balls.
The captive found herself nearly drooling at the thought. It was a ghastly, hideous perversion, a human woman craving animal cock, and the wrongness of it, the strangeness of it, the humiliation, the shame; it all excited her even more. She shouldn't be turned on by the thought of becoming a fat, cocked, mythical creature, but she was turned on, oh fuck was she ever turned on.
The sound of the door hinges squeaking made Myshelle open her eyes just in time to see the nude form of Kora striding into the room. The satyr leader with her hair and tail already groomed and makeup applied, but the latex corset, skirt, gloves, and boots Myshelle had seen her in the previous evening were gone, exposing every inch of corpulent frame.
She smiled at the sight of Myshelle being fucked, "Mmm... I see you're making new friends, my pet." She said, her purple nailed hand reaching down, beginning to stroke her member.
Myshelle blushed, turning away, only to have Kora gently take hold of her chin, turning the captive to face her, "Having fun?" Kora asked, her puffy, purple tinted lips tantalizingly close.
The captive couldn't help it, rather than give an answer she leaned forward, and hungrily kissed her captor, the cause of her alteration. The satyr returned the kiss with equal hunger, lust blazing in her eyes.
"You love it, don't you?" Kora taunted, gripping Myshelle's hair in her hand, not hard, meant more to coax than to force. She tugged the model's head downward, bringing it down to her cock.
"Suck it, pet," she panted, still stroking the equine length. It was bigger than Melissa's, noticeably wider, and perhaps a few inches longer. Myshelle's mouth watered and without hesitation her lips parted, somehow managing to get them around the five and a half inch flair of Kora's fat horsecock.
The lead satyr pushed Myshelle's head down, letting inch after inch of her impressive, bestial length slide between her pet's lips and down her throat. Myshelle kept waiting to gag, to choke, to find it difficult to breathe. But somehow, be it the necklace or the natural ability of the satyr to fit within any lover, she managed to take half the length into her, her tongue meeting the medial ring around her mistress's shaft.
The thought entered her mind and Myshelle did nothing to shoo it away. Though she was bound and though she had been taken against her will she wasn't really a captive anymore. She wanted to stay, for a little while at least, to accept her punishment and take what delights she could out of it.
She'd loved being fed, she loved feeling weight on her formally frail frame, she loved the feeling of her growing cock, and above all she loved the feeling of huge equine shafts stuffed into her wherever they would fit.
The feeling of being sandwiched between two bulky shemale satyrs was also delightful. They were so soft and squishy, fun to cuddle. Myshelle wondered if they slept with several in a bed, to snuggle up to one another in the night, to have someone to help deal with your morning wood when you awoke.
It would be fun being a satyr, living a carefree live of love and lust, not merely for sex but for food, for drink, for affection. The lifestyle of the girls at the Amorous Satyr was a seductive parallel to her own career. In the end both the satyrs and Myshelle showed off their bodies for a living, but while the girls didn't have fame, they had lives filled with more pleasures than Myshelle had ever imagined.
She felt so strange, so confused, each moment she spent inside the club, the more she wanted to stay forever. Her two forced meals had been delicious, the feeling of Melissa's cock in her ass was better than any mundane masculine lover she'd ever had, she couldn't even imagine what it would feel like to perform the act on someone else. A cute human girl dressed in a schoolgirl uniform, bending down to pick something up, showing her panties, just a quick tug and a thrust and... and...
Myshelle's cries of pleasure were muffled by Kora's cock as her body seemed transformed into a geyser for a moment; it felt like everything from tits to thighs was one big erogenous zone. As hot, sweet satyr seed poured into her ass and down her throat Myshelle found herself not only cumming with the long, plentiful, powerful gushes from her proto-cock, but also with streams of milk from her tits.
The warmth within her seemed to vanish almost immediately as it came, and Myshelle found the torrent of cum narrowing, becoming a stream, the steady flow instead becoming jets. Melissa's hand wrapped around the pet's growing length, which became a little bit larger with each jet of cum that spewed from the tip.
The satyr-in-training had a proper cock now, though short and squat. Six inches of length, though just as thick as Melissa's, even with a proper equine flare. As the neon-goth satyr stroked her, Myshelle's manhood continued to grow, longer and longer, doubling its former length in a few minutes.
Kora withdrew her cock from Myshelle, an audible pop heard as the new satyr's hungry lips were reluctantly parted from her mistress's member. Kora grinned, snapping her fingers, making everything but Myshelle's collar and leash disappear.
"I don't think you need those anymore, hun." Kora said, planting a kiss atop Myshelle's head as she continued to gush cum and milk. The satyr didn't mind the mess upon her fur and hooves at all. If the pet had been able to pull herself up, she would've hugged Kora.
"Once you two are done in here, wash up before breakfast. You especially, Melissa; you have a bad habit of showing up to eat absolutely filthy." Kora scolded.
Melissa only grinned, "Motzenger's Syndrome, Mistress Kora, you know that."
The lead satyr laughed and left the two to cuddle as Myshelle continued to rid herself of the unused portions of the meals she'd consumed.
She finally managed to sit up, leaning back against Melissa, the neon satyr helping to coax milk and seed from the rapidly-becoming-not-human. Myshelle couldn't make herself form words, only soft, bestial sounds of pleasure. She found herself crying once more as Melissa planted a kiss upon her neck, her chubby fingers no longer stroking, but rubbing the smooth skin at the base of Myshelle's penis, it was strangely sensitive and malleable, and as her lover caressed it, Myshelle found it altering and changing.
It seemed to ooze up her shaft several inches, wrapping her increasingly sensitive member in loose skin, providing it with a place to go inside her body, keeping her cock warm and protected.
But what prompted her eyes to join in the expulsion of fluid, though to a lesser degree, was the growing weight she felt at he base of her shaft, the skin puffing outward as Myshelle grew real testicles. Melissa giggled and gave her lover's growing balls a gentle squeeze, making Myshelle cry out with delight, making the jets of cum surge from her all the stronger.
Myshelle wasn't quite a woman anymore, like all the other satyrs in the club she was now a sexy shemale. As the flow of fluids, and the accompanying pleasure, slowed she found herself able to think clearly again.
She reached down with her fingertips, gathering a few spoonfuls of seed, bringing it to her lips. She smiled as the sweet taste spread across her tongue, nowhere near as sweet and delicious as Melissa or Kora were, but much better than the horrible, bitter tang of her earlier juices.
With a playful giggle Melissa gave Myshelle a shove, sending her sprawling into the mess on the floor. The pet responded in kind, scooping up a handful of the milk-seed mixture and tossing it at her lover.
The two were absolutely saturated by the time they headed for the showers. |
Not exactly the most orthodox of solutions for pocketing some extra cash on the side, but given the sort of promises that were being made, none of the three buns could really be blamed for wanting to try their luck at it… even if their personal motivations were vastly different from those of the team running the experiment, and bound to conflict in some way or another.
Having been requested to show up to the research site several hours ahead of schedule, the three women had very little to do beyond sit there and stare at the blank walls of the sanitized lobby while they waited for someone to call them. It wasn’t as if the atmosphere was oppressive or hostile, but their excitement at what was supposed to happen mixed oddly with the sterile, clinical look of where they actually were, leaving them feeling like it was “improper”, to a certain degree, to be jumping around giddily discussing how hard they were going to get fucked up, as they had been wont to call it. Didn’t stop Abigail and Sheena from losing control of how bouncy their legs were, and though Orianna was doing a slightly better job of hiding it, there was no doubt that she was shifting about in her seat a lot more than usual if one just paid enough attention.
With no one else coming in that day though, it was easy for them to fall into a weird sort of funk, leading to all three buns jumping in their seats when they heard a phone ringing somewhere to their side. The clerk sitting behind the front desk, a very tired-looking canid of indeterminate breed, picked up the speaker and nodded along to whatever was being relayed to him from the other side; a few seconds later, he put the phone down, got up from his chair, and pointed towards the three gals all looking at him excitedly.
“Please come with me.”
***
Things progressed quickly from there, with the monotony of the prior hours being replaced by a frenzy of activity unlike anything the three of them had ever seen. Rooms flew by in instants as they were taken in for a myriad of test batteries, physical examinations, even written questionnaires at one point that they could swear were some form of waiver being shoved in front of them in order to take advantage of their frankly deficient amount of self-control. None of the three paid particularly close attention though; after such a long wait, all they wanted was to get on with everything and see what the company had in store for them.
Thus, it was with no end of excitement that they sprinted towards the changing room when given their special uniforms, not even bothering to stick around to be told what they were supposed to do, how stretchy they were, and what was expected of them; they just wanted to see how great they looked in them, and immediately proceed to fantasize about how much they’d tear them apart in the throes of passion.
That was the plan at least. Neither Abbi nor Oreo nor Sheena really paid attention to the myriad of warning labels stitched to their uniforms, nor did they care to listen to the one poor guy the research team sent in to explain to them what the experience would entail. He still gave it his best though, reading through the checklist in excruciating detail and making it painfully clear that the three buns should expect some serious modifications to their bodily functions; meanwhile, the trio really couldn’t care less about the technical aspects, being slightly too busy wondering why exactly the suits left their paws so wide open and how come they were so tight, yet somehow still felt like they fit perfectly. After a certain point, the techie stopped talking altogether, sighed, then instructed the three test subjects to come with them; these words they heard, oddly enough.
The trio was led through a series of narrow hallways eventually leading into a wide-open observation room, looking to be… significantly more mundane than they expected. The only thing that stood out was the very large circular airlock leading into the test chamber; everything else was just a boring sequence of chairs, filing cabinets and desks with computers that looked about five years past their expiration date. Then again, they weren’t there to give their opinion on interior decorating, they were there to be injected with highly volatile and untested chemicals and be experimented on by a company with a spotty track record for ethical compliance, and that was the only thing that mattered; with the airlock being opened by one of the assistants, the group marched straight through a glass tube and emerged into the chamber proper, a secondary airlock closing behind them.
They barely had any time to take it in when they heard an intercom system kick into gear, announcing a series of very technical-sounding words that not one of the buns really understood nor particularly cared about. Presumably, it was being done for logging purposes or other such boring reasons, because it really didn’t sound like anything they were supposed to parse or internalize; no, that honour was given to the low, sibilant hissing that erupted from all around them just after the intercom was turned off, quickly followed by the appearance of thick clouds of rather appropriately pink-coloured gas billowing out from multiple vents that none of them had noticed before. It was sickly sweet, almost too sweet in fact, but given what sort of reaction it triggered in all three of them at once… suffice it to say that Oreo’s one thought was excitement mixed with some heavy regret at having walked in between Abbi and Sheena, because she was about to live up to her namesake and then some.
“This stuff works quick,” Abigail uttered, her voice dreamy as she unashamedly turned around and immediately smushed herself against Orianna, her hand finding the latter’s nethers within just a few seconds, “she’s already soaked…”
“Is it me,” Sheena added, eyes beginning to glaze over, her own hands busy with the poor middle bun’s bust, “or does Oreo look extra tasty today?”
At no point did Orianna herself say anything, but if there was anything she wanted to blurt out, in that oddly embarrassed yet still defiant tone, they were the words “Why don’t you come and find out?”, which, thankfully, were entirely unnecessary. Everyone on the research team had already (correctly) deduced that they were wasting their time trying to explain anything to those three horndogs, and with their legal permission now safely kept in triplicate, they simply resorted to increasing the dosage of aphrodisiacal agent being pumped into the room. It was a highly experimental strain, by which of course K.I.L.I’s legal department meant it was a slightly more harmless variant of nerve gas that “merely” affected the victim’s libido for an uncertain, yet always temporary, duration; just how long it took before it flushed out of one’s bloodstream was still up for debate, hence why the trio was stuck inside the test chamber receiving decidedly unsafe doses of it.
Yet, rather than keeling over with hearts for eyes and copious amounts of drool spooling from their open mouths, the buns were more active than ever before. Stuck between the other two, Orianna was more or less forced to stand there and be the main object of their affections, moaning softly as she was slowly lifted off the ground by both Abbi and Sheena’s efforts to experience the full contours of their latest fucktoy’s body; there was no thought in their heads besides the need to get at Oreo as quickly as they could, hence why the poor gal’s suit was ripped open just seconds after her paws left the ground. Not that she was going to complain, of course; it was doubtful whether the sandwiched bun even had the mental capacity to complain at that point, given how giddy she was getting and how much control she was happy to relinquish to the other two in the room with her.
With the gas concentrations rising with each passing second, Oreo quickly found herself with the goofiest smile stamped on her face. This despite the fact that grabby hands were tearing at her only piece of clothing, she couldn’t really think of sentences that had more than ten words in them (and quickly going down), and the principal motivation she felt at that point was getting someone to do something about that intense, burning need she felt between her legs. Thankfully, her two friends were more than happy to pick up the slack; so happy, in fact, that it clearly wasn’t enough for them to just pick Orianna off the ground and smush her entire body between theirs, since, after all, what was the point of having her be so close and so happily at their disposal if they didn’t at least try to check if she lived up to her namesake?
Maybe it was something inherent to Oreo, maybe it was her choice in fur-cleaning body wash, or perhaps all three of them were just so frazzled by the gas filling the chamber that their taste receptors were shot, but as soon as Abbi and Sheena deployed their tongues and made good use of their proximity by licking their friend-cum-lover in long, deliberately exaggerated motions, they didn’t simply taste her soft fur; rather, the flavour that graced their tongues was very much the bun’s namesake, however that was supposed to work, a flavour that only grew more intense the more licks she was given, causing Orianna to slowly, but surely, start openly moaning as her mental barriers weren’t so much razed as they were atomized.
“Still just as delicious as I remember,” Abbi breathed out, making sure to keep her mouth as close to Oreo as she could after nomfing the better part of their right check, almost immediately diving back for a second taste, a gesture mimicked by Sheena just a few inches away.
“Y-you both, haaah~, really do know,” came Oreo’s sort-of-reply, spoken more out of an obligation, a need to get those thoughts out of her, than to actually speak to anyone, “how to spoil a girl…”
They would all be lying if they said this was uncharacteric of Orianna… or at least, the words weren’t. The tone though, the complete lack of a devil-may-care, “fuck me up” attitude and the descent into the deepest pits of openly and outwardly submissive self-indulgence, that’s what helped to bring the other two closer to their edge, even if it was being pushed further and further away with each moment they spent exposed to the pink gas.
With Abbi having had her fill, it was then time for Sheena to get her own tasting, with her outright yanking Orianna’s face closer to hers in order to draw the both of them into a kiss that was more an excuse for their tongues to unashamedly wrap around one another just so the former could get a proper taste of the latter; indeed, the cookies were still there, just as delicious as ever.
“You weren’t lying, Abbi!” Sheena called out, her voice loudly resonating within the chamber, carrying tones that weren’t entirely her own, “She tastes just like Oreos!”
There was something else spoken, something that slipped between her lips that sounded very much like a demand for the other bun gal not to “hog all the fun”, but it was drowned out by the sound of the intercom kicking into gear again. None of the three in there really cared enough to listen to what was being said, obviously, hence why they missed the very ominous-sound command to “Activate the tentacles!” being produced with far more enthusiasm than befitted a scientific research team. Wouldn’t take too long before the first victim of this new stage was made known, with Sheena’s rear being exposed after something long, slimy and slithery worked its way into her suit and ripped it open from the inside; but again, the trio was too far gone to care.
There was something said about tentacles, strength, activation, and a whole bunch of other nonsense that none of them had time to hear, let alone process, because the test chamber was suddenly feeling extremely cramped. From several spots on the walls, ceiling and floor, a multitude of slimy-looking tentacles emerged, their movements so fluid and natural that one could be forgiven for thinking they belonged to an actual creature, rather than being biological constructs controlled remotely by the ethically-dubious research team observing the proceedings on the other side of the one-way glass. They weren’t even bothering with excuses at that point, with many of them openly wondering how long it would take before any of the buns “broke” or how many climaxes they could squeeze out of them before the experiment ended; not a single tie remained on, and though the ambient heat wasn’t nearly as high in the observation room as it was in the test chamber, it certainly felt like it was.
In the actual experimentation room, however, there was no need for coyness or being shy; if all of their shame had been abandoned gleefully before, now the three bun gals outright sacrificed it on the altar of their own self-abasement, for they not only welcomed the sudden surge of tentacles rushing towards them, but deliberately positioned themselves to maximize the pleasure they could receive from them. Sheena and Abbi even went so far as to let go of Oreo, something they would’ve never considered just moments prior, knowing that they were trading that in for another source of carnal bliss that could provide so much more to them. Such blind obedience was well-rewarded, with the scientists managing the experiment choosing to give their test subjects everything they wanted… and quite literally everything at that.
The three buns wanted the tentacles to fill every hole in their bodies? Simple enough: produce three of them per test subject in order to thoroughly stuff them, both above and below. The trio still moaned for more, even as those things forced themselves deeper and deeper into them with each pulsating thrust? Just as easy: have more tentacles emerge to wrap themselves around their bodies until they were practically unable to move, and make it so the ones that were already there began to thicken and vibrate gently for good measure. Still not enough? Just have those appendages smush their bodies together until they were one big furpile of groaning and muffled begging whose eyes rolled upwards into their skulls once the pleasure became too much for them to deal with.
It was hard to tell whether it was a testament to the three buns’ dedication to the cause or their sheer, unfettered horniness that they still refused to crack and budge under the pressure. Any other group would’ve gladly thrown themselves off the edge with abandon, flooding the chamber’s floor with their own juices… but not those three. It seemed that for every inch of their bodies that was filled, they screamed for two more to be taken; for every motion that drove the tentacles deeper, their grip on them grew stronger still instead of their physical forms going limp from the overstimulation. It boggled the mind, and certainly didn’t play nice with the calculations the research team had on hand, but it did present a wonderful opportunity for some improvisation.
The tentacles, being organic constructs, were inherently malleable, and their shape could be changed on the fly in order to fulfill a variety of roles. Despite appearances, this hadn’t been done purely for the purposes of sexual stimulation; after all, the applications of a highly-malleable, fully controllable tentacle array were basically endless! It just so happened that no one in the research team at that point really had a lot of concern for scientific rigor, nor did they care too much about exploring the purely scientific possibilities offered by those things, making their next move nothing if not unsurprising.
The best part was that no more appendages had to be produced (nor could they be; the chamber was quite stuffed already); the ones already present could simply be modified to better fit the bun gals’ needs, and seeing as those needs were very much physical in nature, what better way to satisfy them than to give those long, slimy things instructions on how best to use their tips? The ones wrapped around Abbi, Oreo and Sheena’s bodies wouldn’t change too much in appearance, instead lining their length with thousands upon thousands of tiny needle-like structures that would serve to further heighten their target’s sensitivity; the compound they were pumping directly into the trio’s bloodstream, in a way reminiscent of some kind of eldritch jellyfish, was the same one as the pink gas they were dosed with… just far more concentrated, and applied in such a direct way that it was impossible for it not to go awry in some way.
And yet, they still weren’t the main stars of the show. No, it was the few stuck inside the buns’ bodies that changed most radically, and simultaneously most predictably; after all, what better way to make use of a bunch of tentacles stuck inside rears, mouths and mounds than to have their very ends harden and thicken, engorge and fatten, until they more resembled phalluses than anything else? Not just that, but ones so absolutely massive that the three buns actually began to gag as they struggled to deal with the sudden size… right before their wide-open eyes went half-lidded again, their throat (and other) muscles relaxed, and they went back to very loudly moaning as if it was the most normal thing in the world for them. And, at that exact point in time, it really was; it was easy to accept something as a new normal when their minds were empty and devoid of anything but the intense need to get off as much as possible.
Just as easy as it was for that one moment to stretch out until it became their everything. There was no past, no future, just an endless present that they experienced with as much intensity as their minds could afford, which somehow kept rising with time the longer they were kept in there; might’ve been mere seconds, might’ve been whole days as far as either of the buns cared, for time had simply lost any and all meaning. Nothing but the tentacles, encircling and enveloping their bodies with their endless length, nothing but their holes being filled, stuffed and jackhammered into by things that shouldn’t be while at the mercy of an uncaring research team.
Uncaring, however, might be slightly unfair, though the people looking on at the proceedings were anything but benign; they certainly did care, just not in any way that would make them want to put an end to the experiment. Far from it, in fact, as they were only about halfway done with the process and still had plenty of tricks left up their sleeves, tricks they began deploying as soon as one of their supervisors snapped out of their funk and ordered the next stage in the trial proceed as planned.
With this authorization, the floodgates were opened. The tentacles making short work of the trio of bun gals’ minds weren’t just malleable in shape and size, but in consistency as well; their insides could be rearranged to form a tube-like opening running all the way from their base, emerging from the walls, to their very tips; this could be used to deploy all manner of beneficial chemicals and helpful medication, or, as was the case for this particular experiment, an experimental, untested and potentially hazardous compound that their pharmaceutical research division assured them was “most likely safe” for testing. It was nominally supposed to heighten physical sensitivity and improve a whole number of parameters that would “enhance the experience of intimacy”, as the report stated, and with no other way to properly test it out, then those three would have to do.
With the turning of a switch, the holding tanks began pumping their contents into the many tentacles, and a few short seconds later, the floor of the research chamber itself was already being coated in excess material. Did it necessarily have to be a thick, viscous white liquid? Probably not; but it wouldn’t be a K.I.L.I. product if it didn’t stretch the line on what was and wasn’t acceptable in polite society, so of course all three buns immediately began to loudly beg for more “cum” to stuff them, for the tentacles to “fuck” them harder, and a whole number of obscenities which made it increasingly difficult for the research team on the other side of the observation window to maintain their objectivity… in fact, so difficult indeed, that the one technician responsible for controlling the injection rate may or may not have kept increasing the flow until a red warning light went off, at which point one of the head researchers ordered them to stop. Not decrease the flow, just stop increasing it.
The results were, frankly, far beyond even the team’s wildest expectations. Given the results provided by the chemists, they were looking forward to seeing improved stretchiness, allowing for a higher number of insertions, perhaps an increase in stamina so they could run the experiment for longer. What they couldn’t have expected was for the colour of their fur, on all three of them, to very suddenly begin to darken, almost as if their whole body was becoming bruised… before it went straight past purple and into black, the same colour as the tentacles pumping the three women full of the chemical agent, until their bodies looked as if they’d been given a fresh coat of black latex that both instantly hardened and adhered more perfectly to their natural contours than anything truly artificial ever could. The eyes though, were somewhat alarming; nothing in the research papers indicated that their irises and pupils would suddenly vanish from sight, leaving only a stark white sclera that actually glowed with enough light to be seen even with plenty of illumination. Chalk that up to unforeseen side effects.
Their contours, too, didn’t last too long; just as their forms were done being “coated” with whatever substance that was, the aggressive pumping of the transformative agent began to leak into the rest of them. Whatever quantity of it wasn’t splattering all over the ground was apparently reprocessed into extra mass on all three of the buns’ bodies… mass that settled in some very specific places, raising doubts as to the real reason why they were given that chemical compound to begin with. It seemed that for each mouthful that Abbi, Sheena or Oreo gulped down, each bulge that travelled down their throats and vanished into their bodies, their tits bulged outwards in equal proportion, taking up increasing amounts of space on their chest… thus prompting more tentacles to come and envelop the newly-formed breastflesh, inevitably ending with a couple of them snaking their way into the test subjects’ nipple buds for a more direct injection of the growth-inducing substance. And if it wasn’t their rack, it was their lower body instead: flared hips becoming wider still, their cheeks packing on weight as the chemical ran through their body and was transformed into perfectly-distributed fat, a thickening of the thighs to help pad things out and keep them nice and oversized.
And yet, they begged for more. Whenever one tentacle left their mouth so that another might take their place, and despite their bodies being literally stuffed with something that had turned them into… whatever they were, still those three begged for more, demanded more, even amidst proclaiming that they were losing their minds. They didn’t care. They needed it.
“Increase dosage,” one of the senior technicians said in the control room, “let’s see where this goes.”
The buns’ fate was sealed. Instantly, the entire test chamber rattled for a good second or two as the holding tanks filled with the transformative substance began emptying out at a faster rate than before, the tentacles holding the three women in place tightening their hold over their bodies before forcing themselves deeper still into every hole they had to be filled; seconds later, their lengths were bulging out with large loads of the thick gunk, enormous spherical lumps that travelled along them until finally being dumped inside the three test subjects, copious amounts backblasting onto the floor with surprising force.
This, curiously, had markedly different effects on two of them… or perhaps one of them, depending on one’s point of view. While Abbi and Sheena had their mouths freed from intrusions, suddenly giving them plenty of room to scream towards the heavens about how much they needed to be pumped heavier, fuller, more massive, Oreo was instead firmly plugged on both ends and given what looked to be an extra dose of the chemical agent, leading to a wildly different manifestation of its effects; perhaps it was deliberate, or maybe just the universe playing tricks with her, but that one particular bunny very much lived up to her name as her breasts began to fill far in excess to the rest of her body, ending with her lying down on the ground as cup size after cup size went by, her chest fully obscured, her back forced to arch as her tits were stuffed with extra filling, just the slightest amount ending on her ass and thighs to help round her out somewhat. By the end, once the scientists in charge of the operation ordered the tentacles to retreat in order to observe the results, she’d been left grounded with a bust too large for her, in her aroused state, to be able to carry around.
Then again, this wasn’t why the filling appendages had been called back. That much was because of what they managed to do to Abbi and Sheena, both of whom reacted wildly differently to their third friend in what the chemical substance did to them: despite them receiving similar amounts of it, despite them being pumped just as full, it appeared that most of the additional mass was focused entirely below the waist, rather than above, into a thick, goopy, and seemingly dripping bulge… that very quickly began reforming itself into the familiar shape of a pair of nuts and a shaft to go along with them, both of which were noticeably oversized compared to the bodies they were attached to. In sharp contrast to the rest of the test subject’s forms, which were heavily contaminated but still obviously solid, these new assets appeared to be semi-fluid, the cocks in particular seemingly emerging from within the nuts while keeping thick strands of latex-like gunk attached. It was anyone’s guess just what was inside those churning nuts of theirs, but one thing was for certain: they were audible even through the intercom system.
Abbi in particular was especially “blessed”, presumably because she refused to let go of the tentacles servicing her until she’d grown big enough to be able to give herself a blowjob without having to move her head that much at all. While Sheena was more than happy to pop the intrusive limbs from her mouth, if only to openly declare her intention to “spoil” her new “queen” while slapping her cock directly on top of Oreo’s plump butt (a cock that was itself long to the point where Sheena could reasonably titfuck herself), Abbigail kept demanding to be made bigger, even when the rod she had bouncing underneath her was already huge enough to slap heavily against the ground whenever her body was moved low enough. By the time she was satisfied, getting up on two shaky legs and with her eyes clearly rolled up into her skull despite the lack of any obvious iris, all she could do was openly stroke her new shaft as she struggled to form words or coherent sentences.
“Let me… help you, Shen,” she managed to state, walking closer to where Sheena was already getting busy hotdogging Oreo, “I need… I need to fuck her right now, now, now, now, now!”
Abbi descended into repetition, unable to do much else beyond it. Seeing as her friend had already taken up position somewhere on Orianna’s body, it stood to reason then that she herself should take the other end; little bit of symmetry there, really give their beautiful new “queen” a proper filling fitting of her nickname. It was such a shame to be forced to ignore the obvious target: that ridiculously overengorged cleavage that Oreo now sported, ripe for having a cock as thick and fat as Abbi’s own thrust into it to make good use of all that pudge. Perhaps if she worked hard enough, Abbigal thought to herself, a second one would grow in to let her enjoy herself after giving Oreo enough of a treat, or maybe she’d just have to make do with the inevitable growth spurt that her and Sheena were going to cause in the grounded and pinned bun; given the amount of weight those nuts of theirs had, and just how much heavier they were getting with each second that passed without them being used, there really wasn’t any other way they could go other than bloating that stacked bun until they were left well and truly immobilized.
No preparations were needed: just Abbi’s hands on top of Oreo’s head and Sheena’s on their ass, a wide and predatory smile on both of their faces, one that occasionally lapsed into a mindless grin born out of the overload of sensations flooding their brain’s pleasure centers. There were two words in Abbigail’s mind, two words that part of her had always wanted to say, two words that, as she pushed her cock’s tip against Oreo’s mouth, she knew would send all three of them into a frenzy.
“Open up[a]~”
Oreo didn’t need to be told twice. With strands of goop still connecting her upper and lower lips, the bun gal pinned to the ground welcomed Abbi’s brand new cock, even eagerly moaned for more in the split second after first feeling it ram into her, right before it went down so deeply that she couldn’t produce any sound that wasn’t a muffled grunt or some other, indeterminate gagging noise. Right at the same time, Sheena took the opportunity to do the same to their “queen” on the other side, ramming her own shaft firmly between Oreo’s cheeks until the grounded one’s eyes were practically bulging out from the impact.
From there, it was easy enough to fall into a rhythm: Sheena pushed forward, Abbi pulled back, reverse and repeat, again and again for as long as it took for the floor to be covered in black goop and the test chamber to be filled to the brim with the sights, sounds and scents of three bunnies in heat lacking any kind of self-control or restraint. And with every box ticked on the checklist, there was really nothing that the research team could do other than just let it happen; everything they had done up until then had led to that exact moment, and now that the trio of bun gals were finally getting it out of their system, the team’s job was done. While they would’ve loved to see the whole thing as it went down, presumably without their own pants on, standard protocol was to vacate the premises and come back a couple of hours later, hopefully long enough that their test subjects had enough time to get it over with and then have a good rest.
Little did they know, however, that what they had created was not something that could simply run its course, nor slow down or even stop… at least not in the same way that others might be expected to, given the sort of energy that the three women were putting into their frantic pistoning. Quite the contrary, as the transformative substance coursing through their veins only served to heighten their sexual arousal, keeping them nice and fueled and ready to keep going for as long as it took for them reach climax; which, given the state of their bodies, was not as easy as it might first appear.
Thus, when the scientists came back over two hours after first leaving, what they saw wasn’t a pile of tired buns and a whole lot of cum spread all around them (not yet, at least), but the exact same scene that they had left before: Sheena behind Oreo, Abbi on the front, still tag-teaming the bun in the middle, still just as eagerly fucking her from both ends as endless quantities of their spunk splattered onto the ground whenever they pulled back enough to loosen the tight seal they made when bottoming out. There was talk of using some sort of tranquilizer agent, but those words were soon buried by the sounds coming from the intercom… and by what they were actually seeing.
The transformations had kept going even during the two hours the test subjects had spent rutting one another, though more as residuals than anything else: notably, Sheena’s balls had filled up considerably, easily big enough that they’d reach down to her knees if she ever bothered to stand up; the wet thwaps as they crashed into Oreo’s rear were enough to put a blush on everyone’s faces, not helped by the words Sheena was using to describe the size and sheer heft of her package. On the other side, Abbi’s breasts had plumped up quite a bit as well, covering most of her torso and serving as a wonderful set of blinders for Oreo, whose mouth had been forced to stretch out as well, though not as much as her ass did; still, Abbigail’s shaft was obviously larger than it had been two hours prior.
Luckily for everyone on the other side of the observation mirror, things were… not necessarily winding down, but certainly reaching an apex, so to speak. While Abbi was clearly eager to keep going for a few more hours, it seemed that Sheena had run herself into a metaphorical corner, having brought her own body to the brink of its capabilities; her form was shaking, quivering even with each thrust forward, and judging from the odd clenching and audible rumbling coming from her nuts, it was obvious she was just about ready to blow. And indeed, with a final shout, a triumphant yell preceded by her bellowing at the top of her lungs that she was going to “empty out” inside of Oreo, Sheena did… just that.
In an instant, the size of Oreo’s ass doubled. Already quite bottom-heavy from the initial infusion of the chemical agent, it was nothing short of a miracle that the cum-stuffing those cheeks received hadn’t knocked Sheena off instantly; of course, the bun performing the stuffing had plenty more to given, so with her fingers firmly anchored on those plush, pudgy spheres, her head thrown back in jubilant bliss, she did, in fact, empty out completely. Poor Abbi had maybe half a second’s worth of a warning before she felt all of Oreo’s body slam into her, courtesy of the latter’s gut being so thoroughly filled with Sheena’s spunk that she practically took off the ground, kept pinned purely because of the cream filling… which, in just a second or two, had become so massive that the amount of belly she had protruding from either side of her was already bigger than her entire body was. Not that Abbi would go without anything for herself; just as she became buried completely by Oreo’s bust, she began noticing that it, too, had begun to plump up as well; she could only hope that it was a delayed reaction from the stuffing Oreo was getting from the other side, and that the same cum forcing their gut to inflate outwards until it was reaching opposite sides of the test chamber would give Oreo a little something extra up front.
Or else she might need to do something about it herself.
***
He should probably have known that something was up when the whole staff team could barely contain their snickering once they told him he was clear to go into the test chamber to clean it up. He expected there to be somewhat of a mess, given what he’d heard the techies in the chemical labs talk about, but the moment he opened the door and saw the very thick, very sticky layer of what looked to be spunk all over the floor, walls and goddamned ceiling, the one thing he was left wanting to do was turn around and shout at the top of his lungs. Not anything in particular, just let loose an incoherent scream at the nearest person wearing a lab coat, maybe that would make them take the staff janitor with at least some kind of respect, as opposed to a disposable mop-wielding mook.
That was, of course, until he heard the door close behind him and the intercom crackling back to life just above his head… and something stirring inside of the test chamber itself. Any fears the custodian might’ve had about a cum monster were quickly taken care of when he saw three suspiciously normal-looking buns rise from something he had incorrectly identified as being an unsightly lump of spunk near one of the corners of the room, their eyes glazed over, their mouths hanging open, drool openly dripping from their lolling tongues. They were clearly trying to speak, though given the state their minds were in, neither Sheena nor Abbi or Oreo managed to get anything out other than the odd lewd comment about wanting to do something or other that left the janitor feeling like he wasn’t being played a prank as much as given some on-the-job perks.
“We thought you might like it!” came an unfamiliar voice through the intercom, accompanied by the sounds of laughter in the background, “Do be careful though; they take a while to get finished.” [a]BOOKMARK - 5000 WORDS |
(F TF M Zorse)
The weekend had been a beautiful blur of strange new pleasures and magics for Ginger. She went to a school that also taught magic, and most were encouraged to practice.. but generally using transformative spells were against the rules, and using any mental manipulative spells got you expelled, because they were too hazardous for mere students. Her friend Occra however ignored the rules almost entirely, assuming no one would find out anyway. Its only against the rules if you get caught. Occra did a good job of working Ginger up till she was hot and bothered. She remembered her clit getting a bit tingly and tight, like when you drape an arm off something for too long, or hang your head upside down and it fills with a tingling pressure because more blood is pooling there than its supposed to. It engorged and started to stand out, poking out of its hoodie more and more. Occra slid her middle and ring fingers into Ginger and slowly slid them against the underside of the mutating clittoris, the clit sliding in the depression between fingers- her pinky and index pressed into the pillowy outer labia. Ginger thrust her hip up gently to meet the invading hand, because Occra was going to teasingly slow. The clit started to push out even farther, stretching the skin with internal pressure, though the body of it was a bit thinner than the end which was its original form, giving it a bit of mushroomed shape. Occra deftly slid her hand out and wiped the lube across her palm with the two fingers that had plumbed the depths and then grabbed the huge clit. The already larger end swelled even tighter, hardening into an even more pronounced mushroom shape and the body of it surged thicker. Ginger could feel things being pulled out of her, feeling the odd sensation of objects squiming around inside of her to get out as her vaginal opening rapidly shrank with the same muscle contractions.
That was yesterday though. Now Ginger sat in class with a red spot on her chin where she rest her head in her palm for almost the entirty of the class, barely able to pay it any attention at all. Occra had used magic to turn her into a great number of things, but as usual went way overboard- to the point where Ginger was unstable with the amount of mana in her body. It was fine on a day off, but now she was back in school and still not entirely stabalized. She nervously watched as her fingernails went from thick and blocky to razor pointed hooks and back to human nails. Any sort of emotional instability or loss of concentration could cause her body to shift one way or the other. And if anyone found out they have been using transformative magics, especially to this degree, there would be a lot of trouble. A little more complicated than fingernails was the small dick and balls between her legs under her school uniform's skirt. The mana had not depleted enough and something as complex as a gender shift required an outside party to cast. So, at least until after school, Ginger had to keep her male equipment. She still looked the same otherwise, including her wobbly D cup breasts, so hopefully no one would figure it out. The part she could never figure out was how to rest it in her panties. If she let it rest on her small balls, whenever it started to even become remotely engorged it immediately pressed outward on the panties looking for more room. To the sides it moved around too much and caused too many almost erection close-calls. Standing it upright against the cloth seemed to make the most sense, but sometimes when she bent in a way that gave it any room its own weight caused it to sink lower causing it to get bunched up. Between that and the memories of the wild times from only the night before, it was extremely hard for Ginger to concentrate on class. Ginger was bisexual but leaned more heavily toward men... now with a pair of small nuts between her legs she found herself more of a true neutral. The male hormones from her balls were causing her to be more attracted to other girls. She was trying to force herself to pay attention to the class, not for her grades but just because she now found everyone in her class at least mildly attractive and her penis was teetering dangerously on the verge of an erection. She managed to pay enough attention to remember they were covering mana detection this week. Somehing Occra kinda blew past in her own skill level. Energy was the most basic form of all matter, it could not be created or destroyed and was basically the building blocks of everything. It existed everywhere all the time, but when the ambient energy in an area reached a certain threshold it became classified as mana. You still cannot see it, but it is dense enough in that state to be manipulated, using runes or vibrations from vocal incantations to shape it into a spell, which can then mould matter from seemingly nothing. With training though, magisters can detect mana, basically adapting a sixth sense, so they can predetermine how much power they have locally to cast with. At that thought, Ginger's chub softened a bit as a jolt of panic ran down her spine. In demonstration the teacher activated a runic device that let out a pulse wave of mana so the students could detect it easily and try to measure it. It was a good thing Ginger sat in the second last row, with an empty seat behind her, because the pulse stopped at her. It went through everyone else, but her body ate it the moment it made contact. She was still unstable! The pulse partially renewed the lingering spells Occra used.
Ginger concentrated hard for a moment... ok. It was fine, nothing happened, she is just higher energy now is all. She thought how releived she was that it did not affect her dick, but then thoughts of last night and how wild it got came to mind and her small penis and balls became not so small anymore. It wasn't from an erection, its actual size increased... which then caused friction against her panties which then started an actual erection. Ginger tried to look as normal as possible but in actuality had a death grip on the edges of her desk from nervousness. She counted down the last few minutes of class trying to keep her erection at bay, but also try to maintain her form. The problem was those were two different thoughts- she can only actively think about one at a time. The human brain cannot multi task- it can switch between tasks so fast it seems like your thinking of two things at once, but you aren't actually. As soon as the bell rang she slid her books off the desk into her bag carelessly and bolted out the door. The uniform pleated skirt went to her knees, and thanks to the pleated folds there was no detectible bulge... yet. Her dick was probably on the generous end of average right now. Rather than look for her next class she looked for Occra, casually walking to her next class like there wasn't a trouble in the world. Without a word or even slowing her walk, Ginger grabbed Occra by the wrist and pulled her along on the way to the emptier halls. To make it easier on janitorial work, the school was divided so the morning classes were on one side and the afternoon on the other, so right now the afternoon side was mostly empty- no one wandering the halls anyway.
"Occra, can you undo it completely yet? I just got a mana boost and my body is too unstable... I can feel it, my form is slipping. And-"
Occra grinnned devilishly. "Starting and stopping is hard, but all you have to do to slip is to let go~. And no, I can't."
"Whyyyy, I- AH. Nnnn... not good." She felt her panties suddenly fill completely and her tailbone push out. Her balls were like large chicken eggs and her dick now quite large, still at a half chub- the movement and feeling pushing toward an erection but her panic restraining it.
"Because you are unstable, duh. Imagine if someone turned into a centaur, and all I knew was a spell to turn a human into a horse, or a horse into a human. Could I revert them to normal human? No, because they are half and half and the spells are only meant for a pure sample. I could turn you back if you stabalize, or at least settle fully into a single form. What is wrong so far, aside from the elf ears?"
"Elf-? Oh damnit." She had not even noticed her ears were now long and elven. "My... package. Getting bigger."
Occra's heart skipped a beat and she immediately moved too close and cupped a hand onto the huge bulge under the skirt. "Oh mmm~. Doggy? Tentacle?"
Ginger grabbed her roughly at the wrist to remove her hand. "Still human I think. What do I do?! Its so big if I sit down the pressure on my taint is going to make it tent my skirt..."
"Ow, watch the hands!" Ginger let go quickly, not realising her nails were changing back and forth again and she accidentally pricked Occra. "Ok, arousal is distracting you and causing your instabilities to tip so... give in to your arousal. Whatever your libido is in the mood for right now, we get you off, and I can change you back to normal once your fully turned into a form. Sexual pleasure tends to give people tunnel vision because instinct takes over, which will make it easier to lock yourself in."
They both jumped as a teacher appeared in the hall from around the corner. "Hey! What are you two doing down here, get to class!" He narrowed his eyes at Ginger who was bent over at an odd angle to hide the bulge, and was slowly scratching her head as an excuse to hide her long ear in her hair. "Why are you standing like that?"
"I must have slept wrong last night, my back is stiff today is all."
'"Hmm, well, whatever. Get to class, don't wander the halls."
As soon as they followed the teacher back into the main halls, Occra deliberately walked infront of Ginger to eclipse the changes from view. If anything could act as a shield it would be Occra's hips, she was an extreme pear shaped body. She was petite and had lil B cup breasts, but her hips were wide, her butt round and her thighs meaty. What the teacher also failed to see was Occa placing a recall point in the hall, so as soon as he finished escorting them to their next classes, she activated it and both Occra and Ginger were teleported back to the corner of the main hall. Unfortunately once the mana dispersed from the spell it vacuumed into Ginger who bent over again, this time from sensation. She felt her fat lazy cock pop out over her panties as her balls grew so large they completely filled it on their own. Her slightly longer tailbone kept twitching because the muscles wanted to grow but could not settle on what shape. Already knowing her distress, Occra turned her around so her hands were on the wall, reached under her skirt and grabbed the little tube of flesh that was her proto tail. She made sure she had a good grip, placed a hand on her lower back and yanked the tail. Pulling tails usually hurts because you are mostly yanking on the fur not the tail itself, but this one was bald still and she grabbed at the very base so it did not hurt. It was sort of like a pleasurable tickle- like an undetected itch being scratched finally as the muscles were yanked out, stretching from her lower back into new muscle sets. Ginger's breathless moans were a good indication she liked the feeling, but Occra had to be smart about this too. If she kept pulling, the tail would just keep growing indefinitely, but they needed to give it a shape. Occra stopped before the tail was too long, only about a foot at most.
Ginger glanced at what peeked from the back of her skirt. "W... what kind of tail is it?"
"Huge package and a tail, I dunno, what do you think it is?"
"H-horse? Ah~"
As she thought it, the hairs started to grow in immediately and quickly- giving her a horses tail. She shut her eyes and scrunched up her face at the feeling as her ears compacted back down, becoming movable and leaft shaped- matching her horse tail instead of the randomly grown elven ears. Her cock felt like it was growing too, but it was mostly surface level... it wasn't the penis itself that grew it was specifically the foreskin. Ginger went to turn around to get up off the wall but Occra moved uncomfortably close again causing her to fall back against the wall, now with her back to it as Occra gently lifted her skirt in the front, looking like a hungry predator. She needed to see this fat meat stick. Ginger's balls looked purple, only just starting to transition to a black skin tone and were so large and round the top curve could be seen poking out, the rest overfilled her panties. The cock seemed to have been swallowed by its own foreskin which was also turning purple-ish. Right now it looked like she went overboard on a saline injection, but what it actually was, was her foreskin transforming into a sheath. Because the dick was still mostly unchanged in shape, it was incapable of escaping its soft warm nest of flesh at the moment even if it went fully hard- and because she is still bipedal the sheath won't attach to her groin yet even if it fully formed. Occra slid her dainty little hand into the opening and sunk the entire thing easily inside of the sheath. It was so hot and squishy inside, and she could feel the throbbing cock deep inside, making both of them coo from the feeling.
Occra smiled at her, kissing her on the end of her nose. "Good, keep picturing horse. Don't get side tracked."
Ginger's heart jumped and Occra placed a hand over her mouth quickly to muffle her gasp as a teacher poked her head out a nearby class door, having heard them. The teacher looked directly at them, eyes narrowed a moment before slipping back into her class. Occra flexed her eyebrows at Ginger. She put up an illusion of the hall behind them- so it looked like the hall was empty from the teacher's perspective, even though Ginger could see the teacher looking at her with her dick out in the school hall. The two of them quickly got off the wall and slipped back into the side hall, heading into the mostly empty area of the school again.
Ginger felt a bit dizzy as Occra lead her down the halls- her perspective kept changing subtly as her clothing clung tighter to her. Her entire body was growing. They were going to head to the bottom exit, by the gymnasium that gym classes used to get to the track field across the street from the school. When they turned another corner though a male student nearly walked into them heading the other way. In a panic, Occra twirled Ginger behind herself as they all turned to face one another, and quickly took the sweater off that was tied around her hip and tossed it back to Ginger to try and cover herself.
"Oh hey Basil. What... are you doing here?"
"Was going to skip out- I can't concentrate today anyway, was up too late last night. They got someone at the back exit though so... sucks. Don't tell me you two were going out that way too?"
"We were... uh, getting something from her locker. We are just going to wait out till next class."
"Ah, nice." His brow furrowed a bit, looking past Occra to Ginger. "I never knew Ginger was so much taller than you are..." The sound of shredding fabric could be heard. "What was that?"
"Uh, well the building is really old, and we aren't exactly the top rated school. Wouldn't surprise me if they had rats in the walls. A-anyway, we gotta get going."
"We-hey, want to hang out together? I don't want to head back to class."
"Sorry Bas... girls only~" She gave him a wink and twirled around with a swing of her huge hips and hurried away, scooting Ginger along who was stiff from nervousness.
The ripping sound was her balls growing even larger, and even darker, tearing her panties apart. The sheath was properly formed now and her dick itself was growing again.
"You like him, huh?"
"I mean... he's... kinda cute. Since you gave me these damn balls everyone seems -sort of- cute!" Her dick finally started to emergy from its fleshy home and flop over the huge curve of her heavy nuts.
Ginger flinched in pain, stumbling a bit before Occra caught her and had to help her walk, slowing their pace a bit. Her legs were transforming, forcing her to shift her weight to the front of her feet as they extended, racing toward becoming unguligrade. The back exit was guarded so that plan was already scrap. No one was using the gym bathrooms though till after lunch, so if they reached those before anyone else spotted them she could finish changing. Her clothes looked like an adult trying to wear an outfit meant for a seven year old. Her breasts seemed to shrink, but it was only because their size remained the same while the torso under them grew and became more and more muscular. Her leg muscles especially exploded in size, making the seams of the skirt struggle to contain her. The larger her torso got though, the more she started to teeter. Her body was becoming more and more difficult to keep upright.
Ginger wobbled a bit and thumped against the wall for a moment to rest. "Occra... I can't keep walking like this. I don't know if we... can make... it."
It felt hot and cramped here. She had grown so large that the narrow side hall was almost too small to fit her, her arms were brushing either side. Her voice had gotten quite deep now, and her neck was swelling up with muscle too, getting slightly longer. Her balls were giant and dark bruise purple now, approaching proper black. The scrotum was pulled tight across the hefty spheres, shiny smooth. Her dick was to her chest now, and quite girthy too. The sheath was proper black but the shaft was just starting to turn purple-ish. Her hands shook from the muscles trying to reshape. Her nails started to turn into talons, because they gave her a sense of power but she caught it, and used her concentration to shift them toward horse to make sure everything matched. They remained as long as the talons but darkened farther and broadened as they started to merge together to form the hooves. Her feet were already hooves, but freakishly small for a horse at the moment and still in both her socks and shoes- though since only the front of her foot was walked on anymore, she was basically dragging her shoes along with her- if she lifted her foot they would immediately fall off. The pulsing of her enlarging muscles made her feel almost cocooned in her own body, like they were hugging her entire form all at once, since the muscle contractions were all involuntary. Occra told her it was fine and walked around to the front and put her arms out as if to try and catch the now huge Ginger. There was no way she could catch someone that big, but she did not need to carry Ginger, just ease her into a quadrupted stance. Even as Ginger leaned on the wall her back arched farther forward as her torso expanded, and the threads of her top started to slowly snap one by one. Her voice was so deep now it was hard to tell if the groans Occra heard were being made by Ginger or her growing form.
Ginger leaned mostly on the wall and slid forward into Occra who tried to support as much as she could and let her own easy, the last distance was still pretty sudden- Ginger currently weighed a LOT. Muscle is heavier than fat. Occra lost her footing and slid to the floor under Ginger with a bit of a laugh, but her laugh trailed off as she started drooling at the sight over over. Huge equine pectoral muscles shredding the seams of the top, almost completely bursting out save a few last struggling threads. Like a shadow, fine brown fur was spreading up her body starting from the base of her tail and what used to be her pubic hair. Her human hair was brown too, but a red-brown, the fur on her body was just base brown, losing the cherry red tone, though her tail hair had it. Occra could see the black tone seeping into the rest of her skin under the fur as well, from a triangle patch just infront of the sheath where the fur thinned to near non existance. The sheath was partially merged at the base, and as the erect phallus bobbed, a little bit more fused to her underside, holding the dick close to her body. Some part of Occra's brain processed the fact the size was wrong, but too much of her brain thought it was right to care. The dick was already as long as Ginger's front legs and it was still growing! Her balls were the size of a cantaloupe each and now pure shiny black. There was visible veins on her underside too, gathering toward her crotch, pinched between muscle and hide. The penis still looked somewhat human, but the dome shaped head was flattening, the urethra starting to project slightly as a result, and a medial ring appeared at the mid point- where the soft cock flesh folds in on itself when it becomes dormant.
Occra snapped back to reality when Ginger made a half horse half human cry of panic. Occra slid out from between her front legs to get back onto her feet and seen deer antlers quickly growing from her head, two thin trails of blood from where they broke the skin. As Occra watched the horns started to twist as they grew out becoming spiralled... unicorn? Then the twists started to fold back on themselves slightly and the tongs started to curl a bit making them slightly ribbed... ram horns? Ginger's gigantic balls were flooding too many hormones and her dick too much pleasurable jolts for her to concentrate properly. Now that the sheath was merged to her fully, when her cock throbbed it slapped her underside in an automatic equine form of masturbation. She was struggling to imagine what her horns were supposed to look like, forgetting she wasn't supposed to have them in the first place. Occra was even starting to get nervous at this point, they needed to move fast and get into a bathroom and away from potential passer bys. Anyone attempting to skip class will likely come here first looking to slip out the back exit, like Basil attempted. Knowing Ginger was struggling trying to direct her changes Occra did not talk to her at risk of breaking it, and simply grabbed one of her strange antlers and pulled her along by it. She could hear the fur sliding against both walls- her body was so large it filled the entire hallway till they got out into one of the main hallways at the later half of the school, which was much larger. As soon as Ginger stepped like this her shoes exploded their seams and her rear hooves grew massively becoming more proper size. The socks rode lower and lower on her foot as the hoof occupied more and more of it, but its hard steep edges were quickly wearing on the socks fabric and would cut its way out of those too. The skirt was holding surprisingly well, but her shirt was annihilated. She was still technically wearing it, but it wasn't held on by anything, the remnants were literally just laying on her shoulders. Occra's hands were gone, almost entirely turned to hooves, though the hooves still had odd indentations on the surface where the invidual segments had fused together. Occra tried to lead her along steadily, but not going too fast because now her limbs clacked against the floor, and if she stepped too hard someone would surely hear the hooves echoing against the tile floor. Plus, the faster they go while she is unstable like this, the more likely her limbs will multiply to keep pace easier. And as much as Occra would love to get fucked by a Sleipnir double, this was neither the place nor time for it. Ginger was slowly still getting larger as well- her pectoral muscles were as tall as Occra now. Her nostrils started to enlarge but her nose also started to turn up at the end.. pig? That shouldn't be. She lost her train of thought, and the more she wandered trying to find it the more things went wrong. Occra did her best horse impression neighing to her, and Ginger replied with a neigh nearly identical to an actual horse. Her neck popped and grew longer as her train of thought on the correct species was momentarily restored. At the sound of a horse neigh though, they heard a teacher call down the hall. They had been heard by the person guarding the rear exit! Occra hustled her huge mate to the bathroom door and was about to hurry in but was yanked back when Ginger suddenly stopped- though not by choice. Her antlers clacked against the top of the door even with her head bowed, and her shoulders slammed against either side of the frame. She was bigger than the entire doorway! Occra could hear the footsteps of the teacher coming their way.
Occra placed a hand on Ginger's slowly extending face and ran down it, molding the skin as if it were putty, pushing the end of her nose back down and rounding it, while leaving the nostrils big- she also got Ginger to lower her head more. Occra nearly lost an eye as the lowered head lunged forward a bit as it grew another vertibrae long, causing it to move farther forward and nearly lance Occra on an oddly shaped antler tong. Occra placed a hand on the points and pushed back, causing the antler to continue to curl like a rams horns, bunching both sets up into a round wheel of bone. She then grabbed them, pulled and gently hit her other hand on the sides- inserting some of her own mana in a sudden jolt shattering the base of the horns to bust them both off. The remnants were reabsorbed into the head- so her head now fit in the doorway. Occra grew more panicked as the footsteps grew closer. She clapped her hands to her small breasts and they quickly started to inflate under her shirt. She groaned a bit- the skin and muscle ached from how fast she was trying to force them larger. Once about an E cup she raised one hefty tit and Ginger turned her head toward it, instantly captivated by it. She raised a front leg as if to reach for it, temporarily forgetting she lacked hands to be able to grasp it. Occra took one step back and let the boob fall and Ginger stepped down- on the INSIDE of the doorway. Lifting her front legs rotated the shoulder slightly back and caused that one limb to be pulled in just enough to fit through. Occra then repeated the process with her other breast, coaxing Ginger to step in with her other. Occra smiled a moment at a job well done till Ginger took another step in and her now gigantic ass caught on the doorframe. As if to exemplify the problem her butt rounded out still bigger with muscle and the skirt snapped and the elastic in the waiste caused it to slingshot through the air far enough that neither even seen where it landed. The footsteps were getting too close, they were out of time. Occra could not be gentle. She grabbed Ginger's right front leg and shoved with everything she had to the side, sweeping the legs out from under the equine and causing her to slam into the floor on her right side, shaking the floor with the impact and sending the boom echoing down the halls. In order to stand back up, Ginger scrunched her body up a bit to pull her legs up under herself, but in doing so pulled them through the doorway. She still fit- sideways. The teacher hurried up on hearing the boom and even though it was a male teacher, he quickly opened the door to the girl's bathroom to see what was going on.
Occra shreiked, covering her chest with her sweater once again in her hands as if in fear of the invading male- but actually to hide her now huge boobs, even though they were clothed. "What are you doing, this is the girls room!"
"What was that bang?! Why are you in the bathroom on this side of the school!?"
"All the stalls were occupied on the other side and I really had to go. I have no idea what the bang was, I was here in the bathroom."
The teacher grumbled and quickly hustled off to continue his search for the source. Occra sighed and dropped the illusion she put up that made the other half of the bathroom look empty- even though Ginger sat there. She was still trying to sit like a human, on her butt with her front hooves on the floor between her hind legs sticking straight out. Her face had pushed out even more and thankfully looked fully horse now. In fear of needing to hide though, her fur transformed into extremely ill suited camo- she was covered in long thin black stripes now.
*Danger...* The outside thought echoed in Occra's head in the sound of Ginger's unaltered voice.
*Its ok Ging, he is gone.*
*Can't.. think. Me... I...* Her mind was unaltered, but all of her concentration was on trying to keep the correct form.
*Just rely on me, I will take care of it like usual. I may be crazy and go overboard but you know I'd never do anything to hurt you.*
In her current sitting position it really called attention to the fact she was WAY too endowed. Because she leaned into arousal like Occra instructed her bits became hyper endowed. Still slowly growing, the dick was already as tall as she is in this sitting position- the head bobbing back and forth infront of her face as if tempting her to suck. Her balls rest on the floor right now but hanging they would be down to her ankles. Granted equine ankles were a good distance off the ground- the balls were still huge. Occra knelt down and grabbed the middle of the shaft with both hands and just barely was able to touch fingertips and thumbs together with both hands around it- and it ended quickly. Stimulated by the touch the shaft started to thicken and grow more. Occra was unintentionally rubbing her tits on it through her shirt- she was not used to having big boobs. Ginger started to lean forward, trying to get back onto all fours as this positon strained her spine. She was too big and bulky to be like this. Her neck and face cracked and clicked, both getting longer and more defined. Her nostrils were huge and her teeth giant blocks, the front and back now having a long gap between them. Her hair extended down her neck, but the newly grown hair grew into a bristly mohawk instead of like the rest of her hair or tail. Occra finally realised the difference- it was a zebra mane. Ginger isn't a horse, she is a Zorse, a cross-breed of a zebra stallion and a horse mare. Even in her mental haze Ginger knew her cock was way too damn big and tried to resist the growth that was still trying to pulse up its length. The shape was fully equine now but the size a teir beyond. The corona a wide bumpy rim behind the broad dome head softly indented down the middle where the urethral opening projected out a bit and a dollop of pre glistened ready to fall. The veins pulsed tight every few moments causing the dick to slap her underside making it hard to resist the pleasure that was self-perpetuating. It felt very heavy to her, and she was hugely muscular, so you know it was hefty if even she thought it was. It should barely reach her chest, yet Ginger could look down at the head, even now that her own head and neck were full length- the phallus had kept up with her. It was as thick as a fire hydrant, and the head wasn't flared at all. The balls were giant spheres, taking turns bobbing up and down slightly off rhythem with each other. They stretched the scrotum smooth but there was a bit of give that shifted from top to bottom when they bobbed, either stretched long at the top or a wrinkly bunched up bit of skin at the bottom when the balls raised. There was a secondary bit of bulge above both balls that Occra could only guess was all the coiled up tubing that connected the balls to the rest of the body- it was so bloated full that it created its own softer bulge.
Ginger tried to close her eyes and not think about her dick but every slight movement caused it to swing around because it was so long, and even a small swing was very easily felt by her because of how much it weighed. Occra cursed her with these damn full balls, driving her nuts! No pun intended. Ginger was up for some kinky magic, but she had no idea how all out Occra was going to go, and she definately did not expect it to carry into the following day! The body of a horse felt great, the solid hooves below her, her massive muscular body. Everything seemed to small and feeble compared to her. But she couldn't think on it, not here! She could feelt the pleasurable pressure deep in her taint- it wanted to grow more. If her concentration wandered off for even a moment it would grow, and if this took too long she might slip and grow anyway.
Occra quickly looked her over, hands still on the shaft, though she was incapable of reaching all the way around. "Ok, you look good, fully Zorse. You are a bit... too big, but that is still only two different changes, I can manage that. Hyper endowment and zorse reversal. We need to get you off so you can recover some of your wits to make sure there is no sudden shifts while I am casting, because that would be real bad."
Knowing what she likes, Occra quickly flipped her shirt up and her bra down to expose her now fat tits and started to work as much of the shaft as possible. It pulsed rhythmically in pleasure as Ginger softly nickered and snorted. But occasionally it would pulse a bit and then not return to normal- getting a tiny big bigger. Their plan to focus and amplify her lust worked, and it did give her form a singular direction, except that direction also included being bigger. Not bigger than she was, just bigger in general. As in- whatever size she became, she became bigger than that, and then bigger than that, and then bigger than that. Ginger was struggling and starting to break under the want to get even more endowed so Occra was really working under a time limit. She started with the head, which half flared in arousal and started to dribble pre into her cleavage lubing her boobs up nice and slick. It wasn't going fast enough though, because Occra was so small in comparison. The nerves grew with the shaft, so the cock growing bigger meant she could pleasure it less effectively. It was still better than the alternative of the nerves multiplying to match its size, and staying the same size themselves. Because the human brain was only wired to compute so much input- so if there was too many nerve signals it would completely blow out the neurons in charge of processing it. Occra tried to move to the medial ring, squeezing it firmly and the cock replied by smacking the stomach and spitting a large gob of pre to the floor. Ginger nickered, thrust her hip and momentarily lost her grip, causing the shaft to audibly groan as it got a tiny bit thicker and at least a full inch longer. The balls swelled tremendously. Occra quickly targeted the gigantic black nuts and grabbed them both up and smushed her face into the soft hot scrotum, moterboating the testicles. Ginger let out several breathy grunts and the balls grew again in Occra's grip, and the shaft wobbled on its own as it got a bit bigger still. Each testicle was enough to fill the grip of an entire arm. Occra moved behind hefting the balls up, as heavy as they were. Ginger bowed her rear legs a bit to sit more of her giant scrotum on the woman, but that was what Occra was betting on. As soon as her butt lowered Occra balanced the bottom of the scrotum in one hand and reached the other up to the huge horse butt and the ebon doughnut anus. She shoved her fist into Ginger's butt causing her to whinny in surprise then push back against Occra, forcing more of the arm into her. Occra was in past her elbow and could see the cock bobbing and growing down below slowly, her concentrating crumbling away. But the baseball sized prostate was not hard to find at all. Occra grabbed it lightly and then started to massage it with her hand. The pleasure spikes were so constant from it that Ginger felt like her dick was vibrating rapidly. The head flared giantly, looking like an inverted satalyte dish before it exploded an ivory pillar across the room with enough force to splash against the wall and scatter sticky beads and strands all over the bathroom.
Ginger could barely process her transformation back because it happened as she orgasmed- like the giant cock was blasting out all her added mass till she was just human. She remained trembling in orgasm even after her body ran out of hot goo to blast out, and her genitals not only shrank back down, but inverted, restoring her womanhood. She still had stripes though, and her vagina was... unusually large. The clit the size of a large marble and the passage so wide it occupied more space on her torso than it should have. Her hyper endowment was not completely dispelled. As she looked herself over the also quickly noted she still had zebra stripes.
"Uh... all the changes?" She was still a bit breathless.
Occra shook her head, looking a bit tired herself now. "I have no mana left. We tapped all the mana in this area, there is nothing to turn you back with. We need to move again. Preferably out of the school this time. The teacher who was guarding the back is gone now, we can just walk out. Your head should be clear now, ya? Keep it that way- you are still unstable till I can completely reverse this."
"I don't have any clothes, I can't leave the school like this!"
Occra chuckled. "Check the gym lockers, there is bound to be something you can swipe. We got a bit of time for now to work with, relax. We ain't racing, stripes." |
The Machine
The Welcome Each morning was the same for Brian. He quickly showered, shaved, and dressed, before grabbing a donut and his coffee as he headed out the door. His commute was typically uneventful, and each day lead him to the unremarkable building hidden over the hill from the town he stayed in. To all appearances it was a completely mundane paper pushing existence. Brian smiled though as he walked through the double doors, passed security and down a softly light hallway. If they only knew.
*** *** ***
The building was blank, with non-descript walls and dark mirrored windows echoing the post-modern, brutalist style. The Taxi pulled up under a portico, near a pair of heavy glass doors framed by two large potted ferns. The sad attempt at giving some color to the building just reinforced how dower the structure was.
“This is it, ladies, that’ll be eighty-two fifty.” The driver was cheerful enough as he helped the three women out of the car, and then unloaded their bags.
The tallest of the three, a well-built blond, fished a hundred-dollar bill out of her purse and handed to the driver. “Keep the change.”
“Thank you, ma’am.” He flashed a quick smile and slid back into the driver’s seat.
Jennifer winced. She hated that she looked old enough to be called ma’am.
“So, we’re really here,” Emily observed. “I suppose we should go in before I lose my nerve.”
“Don’t you dare, we have spent months planning for this.” Amber snapped at her. Her nerves were on edge.
“I thought we were supposed to be met at the door?” Jennifer commented.
As if on cue, the doors slid open and a slender man stepped out. He was decent looking, about thirtyish, and had coppery colored hair. Mirroring the building, his clothes were non-descript office attire. Most striking though was the bright smile that he welcomed them with.
“Good morning, ladies, I’m Brian. I’m your intake officer. Are you Jennifer, Emily, and Amber?”
The three nodded. “Yes, we are, a pleasure to meet you, I’m Emily, and these are Jennifer and Amber” Emily introduced each as they shook the man’s hand. Emily was the shortest of the three, a dark brunette, but definitely curvy in all the right places with a large pair of breasts and wide hips. Jennifer’s tall statuesque figure stood out, as did her bright blond hair. Amber couldn’t be more different from the other two, a mousy brunette with a slender, almost boyish, frame. But she had a pretty face. “Ah, excellent to meet all of you. If you’ll just follow me, we’ll get you processed.” He turned and strode through doors, the three ladies following behind, their heels clicking loudly on the marbled floors.
The man at the security desk just nodded as Brian ushered them passed, and to a door with a scanner, which he opened with a badge. Once the door was open, he waited for them to enter before sliding inside himself. The snap of the lock was audible as the door closed behind them.
Inside was a small waiting room, with couches and small tables full of pamphlets and three large bundles of paperwork. On the other end was a door that was marked with a small sign that just said “G-143”.
“This is it, ladies. Make yourselves comfortable, any information you might want is on the table. If you need anything, or have any questions just push the button by the door over there and I’ll be here. With that he swiped the scanner and stepped through the door.”
They stuck their belongings in a pile and settled in to wait, each of them feeling a different mix of apprehension and excitement. Suddenly Emily giggled.
“What?” Jennifer looked at her in surprise.
“Oh, come on, how could you miss that tent in his pants.” Amber chimed in.
“Well fuck me, I did.” Laughed Jennifer.
“Jen, I think he does want to fuck you, that’s the point. He certainly was giving you some eyes. I’m sure if you pushed that little button he’d be here, and pants-less, in a New York minute. Besides, given what we’re here for, wouldn’t you want another roll in the hay?”
“I’m sure I’ll get plenty after we’re done, thank you, and he’s not my type. You know I don’t like skinny guys like that. Give me a big old burly guy any day with a nice beard.”
“You’re weird, Jen.” Emily said as she turned away into the room.
“You’re hardly one to talk Emily.” Retorted Jennifer.
They finally turned to the stacks of paper. “Are we ready girls?” Amber asked, shifting slightly.
“We talked about this for months. Of course, we’re ready. We’ve wanted this for years, or at least I have.” Jen’s voice rose a bit higher than she intended.
“I know we have,” Emily stated “But dreaming about things when you’re a teenager, or fantasizing about them as an adult are different than the reality. This is the last time we get to choose.”
“We signed the contracts a week ago.” Jen said flatly.
“Yes, we signed the contracts to come here, and to be considered.” Emily picked up one of the bundles, neatly printed with a purple ribbon bearing her name “This is not the contract I signed, this is the final confirmation, and I know I want this. I want it so badly I swear it’s making me wet.” Amber laughed. “Ever since we found out about this place, I’ve barely been able to keep my hands off myself dreaming of it. I think we all know we’re going to go through with this. It’s just last-minute butterflies.” Amber grabbed her papers and ripped the strip of plastic from it. “Wow, I can barely read this legal jargon.” She flipped through some more pages and found a small yellow post-it arrow. “Does someone have a pen?”
“There’s one on the table, silly.” Emily said, reclining on one of the couches while reading the documents.
Amber grabbed the pen and signed, flipping through a few more pages and signing again. All told she figured she’d signed off in a dozen places. “That’s it then, I’m all in.”
“Did your coordinator tell you what you’re getting?” Jen asked, looking up from her stack.
“Yeah, didn’t I tell you?” Amber replied, “I got slated for the production treatment.”
“Really? I wouldn’t have guessed that.”
“Oh, come on, you know it excites me to think about those pumps.”
“Yeah but you’ve got no boobs!” Emily laughed.
“You just wait!” Amber took a small cushion from the chair and launched it at Emily who held up her papers as a shield.
Emily just giggled “What about you Jen, what’d you choose?”
Jen blushed, “Morale booster.”
“Really? Wow that’s going to be hot. I hope you come boost my morale once in a while.” Emily teased.
“Why? What’d you pick?”
“I went with dark seductress.”
“Oooh, I want details.”
“No, you’re just going to have to wait.” Emily said with a shy smile.
The girls settled in and returned to reading the documents and signing, with Amber pulling out a book from her bag to read.
*** *** ***
Though it couldn’t have been more than an hour later, Brian returned. “Okay ladies, they’re ready for you. Just leave your things here and I will make sure they’re put in your rooms.”
Escorting them down a well-lit hallway, he stopped took them each to a room, asking them to step inside.
Emily’s Transition Emily was the first to find herself in a cold sterile room. The room was dominated by just two pieces of equipment. A large machine that looked reminiscent of a tanning bed. Emily shivered, sliding her hand over the machine’s smooth exterior. She wondered how things were going to be.
“It really is a neat machine.”
Emily almost jumped out of her skin at the feminine voice. She spun around to see a tall brunette woman in a white lab coat standing behind a massive white desk. “Um, I’m sorry I didn’t hear you come in.”
“That’s alright, I didn’t want to disturb your day-dreaming. This is going to be a very intimate procedure, and you need to be comfortable with it. It’s a big step you’re taking.”
“Is it… is it going to hurt?”
“I would be lying if I said no. Different changes affect people differently though, and some changes are easier than others.”
“What about my changes?”
“You picked something with a number of changes, some fairly extreme. I’ve only seen one other woman attempt this change, and yes, it’s a painful one, at least initially. We’re going to have to change a lot about you, and some of those changes are really hard to do. Don’t worry though, it passes, and you’ve picked a form that will give you far greater pleasure than you have ever known.”
Emily shivered. She didn’t like pain, she’d always imagined the changes to be erotic, even orgasmic. “How long does it take?”
“The time in the machine is short. Maybe thirty minutes for you, that will be the most painful part. After that? It takes a while for your body to adjust, some people take a few days, others take several weeks to fully develop. I would normally expect you to be among the slower to get to your final form, but most of it should be quite enjoyable once the initial treatment is over.”
Emily nodded. “Did you go through the machine too?”
“Yes, I did.”
“Can I… Can I see what you had done?” “I thought you’d never ask.” The woman smiled, and stepped out from behind the control panel. As she rounded the desk’s edge Emily could see that her legs below the hem of her lab coat were actually those of a horse, all the way down to the hooves which were shod with pink rubber to keep them from clopping on the smooth floor. The soft cream color above the hoof paired beautifully with her pale skin.
“I was one of the earliest test subjects. I always loved horses, wanted to be one. When we developed this procedure, I jumped at the chance to be at least partly what I loved.” She stopped in front of the desk and reached for the buttons on her long lab coat. Emily started to blush as the woman undid first one button then another. Slowly revealing that she was wearing nothing under the lab coat. Moments later she shrugged it off and let it fall to the floor.
“You’re beautiful.” Emily stammered. Indeed, the woman before her was a beautiful woman from the waist up, but from the waist down had thick hips and ass that hinted at giant muscles of a racehorse. Her posture was upright, revealing two large black teats that sat above a large mons of exposed dark skin, that lead the cleft between her creamy furred legs. A long-furred horsetail swished behind her.
“Do you want to touch? It’s really okay. The transformation leaves one with a heightened libido. Almost all of us are multi-orgasmic post transition. I love this part of the job because it gives me a chance to introduce all the new women to the wonders that await you.”
She gently reached out and took Emily’s hand and pressed it to her breast. “It’s just like yours. Human as you are now, but you can already feel the nipple hardening under your barest touch.” She slid Emily’s hand down lower stopping at one of her teats. “I respond more like a mare here. My teats feel good but only respond well to being sucked on.” Another gentle shift and she slid Emily’s hand to her cleft. The woman shuddering slightly as she shifted her hips apart to let the woman’s hand slide across her slit.
“It’s so different, it feels wonderful.” The woman’s crotch was less pliable and soft than her own, but had a heat radiating from it that was palpable. Emily gently stroked the dark cleft experimentally.
The woman gripped the panel platform behind her “Oh please, explore, don’t stop. I told you, this body came with tremendous changes to my libido, and I want you to take some time to experience what is in store for you. Besides, a good orgasm before the process really helps.”
Emily had a few bisexual experiences, but none quite so brazen as this woman, but the transformation was turning her on, and she was beginning to feel the warmth radiate within herself. Slowly the reached out again and squeezed the small udder nipples.
“Use your mouth, please.” The woman begged.
Obliging she took one of the teats in her mouth and gently sucked, eliciting a strong gasp from the woman, and a shudder that ran through her thick hips and legs.
Disengaging Emily from her teat she slowly turned around, exposing her backside, the tail lifting high as she leaned herself forward. The smell of her sex was overpowering, and Emily saw the thick lips pressing back between her thighs, already glistening. “This is what it’s like. You’ll feel so much more.” She panted, as Emily started to explore her folds with her fingers. “Oh God, I might cum if you touch me again.”
“You’re amazing.” Emily’s other hand had slipped into her own shirt and was rubbing her nipples while she explored the mare’s intimate regions. With a sound that reminded her of a whinny, the woman bucked and shuddered.
“Oh, that felt good. Thank you.” She sighed then turned back to Emily.
“Now that I’m all turned on, lets do something about your clothes.” She gently undressed Emily, first revealing her large breasts, slowly tweaking each nipple as she did. Then she undid the skirt and let it and the panties fall to the floor. Slowly she pushed her back toward the machine, and with one hand lifted the lid, and the other gently pushed Emily down into it. The mare woman leaned over Emily, ministering to her tenderest places. Slowly she built up a rhythm, as Emily started to moan and writhe. A few minutes later Emily shuddered in her own orgasmic bliss.
“I told you, an orgasm helps beforehand, it helps set the baseline for what you will experience in the future. Now, let’s get you started.” A tender kiss on her head, and the woman closed Emily into the device. Emily, still wrapped in post orgasmic bliss could only sigh.
*** *** ***
Emily lay in the tube still humming from her orgasm as the machine began to make a hum of its own. It was dark inside, only a very faint red glow allowed her to see anything at all. At first nothing seemed to be happening, but then Emily felt pricks in her skin from top to bottom. This was followed by pressure on her breasts and cunt as something seemed to form itself around her. She jumped a bit as she felt sharp jabs in both her nipples and her clit. Slowly she could feel herself warming, like she had a fever. Sweat began to pour from her as she started to squirm, but the forms held her in place. Her feet felt like they were in a vice, being slowly crushed, while her knees throbbed. All over her skin itched like ants were crawling under her skin. She screeched and moaned as it fell like absolute torture. Her head ached like never before, and yet she couldn’t even move enough to rub her temples.
The torment lasted for what seemed like an eternity, then slowly subsided, leaving her gasping and numb. Exhaustion was setting in. Slowly the ruddy light dimmed and a hiss came as the machine’s top slowly released. Emily’s eyes winced at what seemed like incredibly bright light after the time in the tube.
“How are we doing?” Came the sultry voice of the mare woman. “Not fun, is it?”
“No.” Emily croaked, her voice cracking as if she’d been screaming for hours. “How long was I in there?”
“Thirty-four minutes, eight seconds.” The woman replied slowly pulling the top all the way open. “Now, easy does it, this first moment or two you’re going to be really dizzy as you get up.”
Everything felt wrong. Emily tried to sit up, but it took her a moment to actually accomplish this. Her vision was still blurry, and she winced at every light. Her head was definitely swimming, and she clutched the edge of the machine as she swayed slightly. “I want to see.”
“Give it a moment, your vision will adjust, and then we’ll bring you a mirror. You turned out lovely, by the way.”
As her eyes began to clear she looked down at herself. Her breasts, which had been starting to droop with ages now sat proudly out on her chest, but it was her skin tone that she focused on, a rich dark reddish purple, her areola no longer pink but black, capped with thick, hard nipples. She slowly reached up to grope her breasts, and was greeted by the sight of long nails, almost talons, capping the ends of her long slender fingers. “Oh my God, it worked!”
The mare nodded. “Yes, it did, though you’re not done yet. As I said a few things will take a few days to finish. But the changes will be permanent in a week or two.” She stepped over to a corner and pulled a rolling mirror out.
Eager to see her new self, Emily jumped up from the machine, only to hit the floor with a strange clack, and felt her legs slide out from under her and knees buckle. A moment later she was being helped off the floor.
“Those new hooves of yours are going to take some getting used to. They’re going to be hard to walk on for a while, and Marble is especially hard to walk on in hooves, I can tell you!”
“Hooves!? I have hooves!” Emily wanted to dance but was too busy trying to hold herself upright on the slick floor. It took a minute or so but the technician brought around a mat for her to stand on, which Emily was grateful for.
Her knees still weak she finally got a chance to see the results in the mirror. Gone was the buxom short woman she had been. In place was a truly mesmerizing being of the netherworld. Short horns burst from her skull, and her long locks had grown out to lustrous dark tresses, almost purplish in their blackness. She made kissing faces at the mirror with her dark lips. Her eyes, now that she could see them were golden, with cat-like pupils. Her breasts were now high and proud, and if anything, a touch bigger than they had been, but she clearly stood taller now, almost as tall as her technician. Below her breasts was a tiny waist, which flared back into wide sensual hips. Nestled between her thick thighs was a prominent mound, devoid of hair that already showed signs of being ready for use. She gingerly probed it for a moment, noting the inside was as black as the lips on her face. The thick folds were deliciously pliable, and she could feel the edges rubbing between her legs, thrilling her with a shiver of pleasure. Her legs looked stunning, right down to the calf, where they became lightly furred and she could see just the daintiest little cloven hooves. The change in stance made her feel as if she were wearing heels, something definitely that wasn’t lost on her now very firm backside.
“I look… wow.” She contemplated her new look. “What about the rest?”
“It’ll take a few days to grow. Certain changes are best done without being in the tube.”
“And the special features?”
A nod. “You’ve got them.” “Good,” she purred. While her voice hadn’t changed much, it definitely had a sexier timber to it, a husky sound of want and need and lust. “Very good.”
Jennifer’s Transition Jennifer looked around at the room as soon as Brian left. There wasn’t much to look at. An oversized machine in the middle, and a small raised platform in the corner full of knobs, buttons, and switches. She found a small chair in the corner as sat down to wait, absently picking at her nails.
It didn’t take long for the door to open again, and it was Brian who entered. “Hi Jennifer, I’ve been assigned as your technician today.”
“You are?” Jennifer was nervous.
“I am, I hope that’s okay, but with your transition it was felt that it was best to have one of the male techs attend you.”
Jennifer blushed furiously. How much did he know? Probably everything.
“So, I have to, um, get naked in front of you? I’m not sure how comfortable I am with that.”
“Yes, you need to be naked to get into the machine. It’s okay, I understand. If you really want, I can get you one of the female technicians, but in half an hour you will be completely over your reservations. I can promise you that.”
Jennifer fiddled with the buttons on her blouse, not sure if she was ready to have this man see her naked.
“Here, let me show you.” He slid over and took her hands deftly in his own and slowly worked through each button. Moments later the blouse fell to the ground. The pencil skirt soon after. Brian worked methodically removing each piece of clothing carefully, almost sensually. She had to admit even though the circumstances were strange she was starting to get turned on, even as he slowly slid down her panties revealing her nudity in all its glory. At 36 she was still extremely fit and good looking, only the smallest hint of crow’s feet marred her reflection, her breasts were still high and proud despite their size.
Slowly he guided her to the machine, which he opened. She hopped up on it and he leaned her back.
“I have to warn you, this won’t be a comfortable process. If you like, I’m authorized to make sure you’re in the best of moods before you enter.”
Jennifer thought about it, and while she was a little turned on, she really didn’t want this man to touch her that way. “No, I’m okay. I’m ready.”
“Okay, see you soon.” The lid came down and sealed her in. *** *** ***
Claustrophobia threatened to overwhelm her for a moment in the darkness, but slowly a pale green light started to be emitted from the machine. It wasn’t much but it was enough for her to make out the metal panel above her head. She could feel the machine starting to warm up, the vibrations running through it both exciting and terrifying her.
At first it didn’t seem like a whole lot was happening, then she felt something sting her lips. In the dim light she could just make out the flashes of metal as they poked at her lips over and over again. So focused on this she almost didn’t feel the hundreds of little pricks across her skin.
After a moment she felt more than saw a mask come down and cover her nose and mouth. At first, she started to hyper ventilate but it seemed to be forcing air into her lungs, but then the pain started. Her face felt like it was being broken into a thousand pieces. She tried to scream but nothing came out. Moments felt like an eternity. Her body was wracked with pain.
Exhausted by the ordeal she barely registered as the devices slowly shut down, and a hiss escaped the machine as it opened.
Everything felt strange and new. Even the air on her skin. Slowly she tried to sit up, but her arms felt like jelly.
“Easy there, your joints aren’t ready quite yet.” Brian said calmly.
She tried to respond but no words came out.
“I’ll get you a mirror.” And he moved over to the side and brought out a small hand mirror, which he handed to her.
She took it in her hand and stared at her face. The blonde locks, the blue eyes were the same. But the giant gaping cunt in the middle of her face new. She absently probed the new orifice with her off hand, delighting in the new sensitive folds, and quickly finding out that she drooled quite badly. Or was that grooled? It felt good.
She gestured to Brian who had a notepad in hand which he handed to her. “Write your questions here, and I’ll answer them.”
She scribbled her first question: How do I look?
“Dead sexy, from a personal opinion.”
Another scratch of the pen: How am I breathing?
He gently pulled back her hair behind her ears, “You have small slits here now. Be careful swimming or showering, because you’re going to have to learn how to close them before getting under the water. It takes a couple days to master the trick, so I recommend baths for a while.” She tapped the pad again, another question already penned: How do I eat?
“You still have a stomach, but you’ll find it greatly reduced. You’ll need a liquid diet, and we recommend a combination of things like protein shakes, ensure, and other nutritious liquids. Our dietician provides a list for every person who gets this modification.”
Another tap: Can you touch it? Please?
“Certainly.”
He gently lifted his hand to her face, and she closed her eyes as she felt his finders slowly pull the folds apart, rubbing them, and the new clit that sat at the upper portion. She could feel herself salivating, she wanted something desperately to suck on. Slowly she forced one, then two of his fingers into the hole, bobbing up and down on it. Her new muscles clamping on them, pulling at the fingers, wishing they were his cock so that she could taste him. Could she taste? She thoughts so, but she wasn’t sure.
She felt her hands slid down his body, even as she continued to have the fingers ram in and out of her pussy-mouth. She needed more. Her own loins were burning. She yanked down his pants, boxers and all, and was greeted by an average looking but nicely thick cock. Pulling him in with her on top of the machine she felt her legs wrap around him, guiding him in. Within moments she was felling the dual orgasm in her, her eyes rolled up into her head as she shook and twitched, even as she could feel him finished in her. She didn’t care, it felt heavenly. She used her legs to squeeze him tighter as he came.
When she stopped shaking, she let his flaccid penis slide out of her, while his mess dripped out pleasingly from her, running down the crack of her ass.
She’d smile if she could, but she didn’t care. She was a living sex toy now. Sitting back up she could feel the mess under her. She shifted and squelched contentedly in it as he put his clothes back on.
“I must say that was very fun, thank you.”
She picked the pad: No, thank you. I needed that.
Amber’s Transition Amber shivered in anticipation when Brian left her. She could feel the cold air on the light shift she was wearing, her tiny nipples taut and at attention. She hated how boyish she looked, the small narrow hips, the nearly flat chest. Oh sure, guys would fuck her, but they never really desired her. She was too bony, and now she could change that.
She paced the room for a while, looking over the machines, the panel, and finding the large mirror tucked in the corner. She even pulled her shirt up to stare at her breasts once more. Flicking her nipples into the cool air. She started to imagine what it was going to be like having breasts that oozed femininity, the thought turned her on. So much so that she didn’t hear the door open even as she groped herself.
She jumped just a little as hands reached around her and gently helped her kneed her small breasts. It felt wonderful that she leaned back into them and was pleasantly surprised to be greeted with a very pillowed sensation. Her attention snapping back to the present she pulled herself away, and yanked down her shirt, even as she turned to face the buxom lady.
“I, uh, that is…” Amber stammered.
“It’s okay sweetie, we all have needs and this is a place where you get to fulfill yours.” The woman standing before her was short, and older, maybe fifty and had that faint, but not quite gone hint of a British accent. She had huge breasts that pulled her lab coat in interesting ways, barely allowing it to button even halfway up, leaving a large expanse of cleavage open. “Now, let’s get you undressed.”
“Did… did you go through too?”
“Yep, very first person to ever do so in fact. Got these swell babies right here. Want to see’um?”
“You don’t mind?”
“Of course not, all our technicians are open about our changes if we have them. In fact, I think Brian might be the only one with out any because he also serves as the public face of our company.” She unbuttoned the lab coat and slowly slipped down the shoulders of her dress. She had a camisole on underneath and she struggled a little with this before she could remove her very large brassiere. Finally popping he last strap off her giant breasts bounce free. Despite her advancing age they were still quite firm, and capped with thick rosy nipples.
Amber reached out gently to feel, the masses of tit flesh. She imagined herself with the same full glorious breasts. She actually almost sagged into them feeling them cradle her.
The older woman held her and patted her head. “It’s alright ducky, you’re going to love the things you’ll experience with a new you. Go ahead and feel, it definitely feels good to me too.”
Amber nuzzled them for a moment, feeling oddly okay with this display. On a whim she reached out and touched one of the nipples, running her finger around the tip. The shudder from the woman jiggled her breasts enough to rock Amber, but what was more telling was the small seeping of white from the tip. Impulsively Amber gathered this up on her finger tip and tasted it. Oh, it was good, creamy, thick, and delicious.
“Are you enjoying it dearie-duck? You’re going to have these and more from your specs. Are you ready? Let’s get you out of those old clothes.” With a quick professionalism she slipped Amber out of her clothes, leaving her boyish body on display. She then helped Amber into the waiting machine, lying her down.
“I’ve got to warn you, rapid changes to the body aren’t pleasant. They’re worth it, but this is going to be uncomfortable. Also, some of your requested changes will develop over time, so don’t expect to jump out of here and instantly be what you signed up for. It takes a bit of time with those advanced changes. Anyway, you lie back, there you go, and we’ll get started.”
The lid closed, and the machine started to hum. At first, she wondered what would happen, but then the pricking sensations began. Heavily in her hips and thighs, then she felt something attached to her breasts. A pulling sensation began, following by six more points on her chest and stomach. Sometimes soft, sometimes hard and painful. They were interspersed with sharp shocking sensations and what felt like jabs. She could feel similar prodding all over herself, from her head to her feet. The sensations began to overwhelm and it was hard to tell what was happening, at least until she felt the crushing vice on her feet. She could feel her eyes tearing up at the pain, and she finally broke down into full tears as she felt a probing of her vagina that turned into the sensation of her insides being churned with a blender.
She didn’t know how long it was that the machine was on, but the pain lasted for a mental eternity. She was sobbing when the low hiss alerted her that things had stopped.
“Oh, dearie, don’t cry. I know it hurt, but it’s worth it. You’ll see!” The woman handed her soft rag to dry her eyes with.
Amber dabbed both her eyes and tried to stop shaking. Finally, she could see clearly enough and looked down, only to see that little had changed. She was still flat, only the raised nipples looked larger. She immediately broke back down sobbing. “I’m supposed to have breasts! Big beautiful breasts!”
“And you will. You’re just such a tiny thing that your body didn’t have the resources to make them yet. And that’s why they sent me.”
Amber wiped her eyes, “Huh? I don’t understand.”
“Dearie, I’ve been skipping my milking appointments for three days waiting for you, and I’m damned near ready to burst. Your body need calories to build up the breasts you want, and that takes time. We need to jump start your system because you’ve got big changes to make it through.” She proffered one giant nipple, already oozing milk to the younger woman. “Now latch on and don’t you dare stop until I’m good and empty.”
Amber placed her lips around the giant nipple and was rewarded by a mouthful of the rich, creamy milk. She swallowed it greedily, sucking down more and more, not sure how she was even able to hold it. Eventually the milk began to slacken and she switched to the other breast. Finally, both breasts notably deflated a bit she leaned back with a satisfied sigh, only to realize that she felt her chest move.
Reaching down she found that her breasts had grown, they now displayed proudly from her. She almost hopped off the table in joy, but the woman was still standing there.
“Feeling better about things, dearie?” The woman asked. Slowly pulling her bra and camisole back on, she motioned to the corner where the mirror still stood. “Let me bring that over for you before you try to stand, okay?” The technician wheeled the mirror over and placed a mat down beneath Amber’s hanging legs. Amber struggled a bit, feeling far heavier than she ever had been, before being able to hop down. She stumbled a bit as she hit the mat, her center of gravity rapidly shifted and it felt like she was up on her toes, but she couldn’t feel the floor.
Amber gasped at her reflection. She barely recognized anything about herself. Her face was still her own, but it was now framed by two large horn growing from her temples, while her ears now stuck out at an odd angle, broad and floppy. Thinking about it she could even move them. Below her neck her breasts jutted out proudly now, several cup sizes bigger, but the weren’t alone. A second pair were directly below the first. Her slender belly remained, but just below her belly button the slow rise of a large paunchy sack swayed over her widened hips. Reaching down she felt the warm skin, and found the four teats protruding from it. She stretched her fingers against her widened hips and felt the increased shape of her ass. It felt good, it felt womanly. Going lower she saw that her legs below the knees were now capped with sturdy cloven hooves like those of a cow. Amber squeaked in delight. “I’m sexy! I’ve got curves!” She bounced a little more on her new hooves and marveled at the jiggling flesh.
The After Effects The next few days found each of the women slowly adjusting to their new forms in their own ways.
Emily spent several days with terrible itchiness in her back and butt that drove her mad scratching at it with her long nails. Only to find one morning that giant bat like wings and a long prehensile tail had grown out in the night. She found the wings folded nicely down becoming something of a half cape that still revealed her impressive new bust. More fun though was biting into an apple and finding that her teeth had grown substantially sharper and longer. It did take her a few minutes to figure out how to pull them back out and bit in without making herself look like a pig ready for roasting. She’d also started talking with a lisp, as her tongue had grown long and forked slightly at the tip. All in all she was the very model of a lusty demoness, and she loved it.
Jennifer found her biggest challenge came when she realized that her body was now far more flexible, one could almost say rubbery. Each movement swayed farther than she intended. It gave her an incredibly sexy walk, and she realized not long after that her very bones were flexible as she could shift into contortions that just weren’t humanly possible. Her face was a constant chore to clean up after, probably made worse by her constantly fingering herself. Meals proved to be a problem, as she was limited to finding a straw and drinking her food. Apparently, the back of her new mouth-pussy still had a connection to her stomach through a cervix like opening. Unfortunately, she did find that everything tasted the same, a disappointment. It had also taken her a few days to get used to breathing from behind her ears. Brian had been right; it did take some effort to hold her breath this way and not flood her lungs. Still, with all the changes she was generally thrilled. She’d have to wear a facemask at work, but her job didn’t require much talking, and she could write anything she needed to say.
Amber’s changes continued as she found her appetite drastically increased, she adored it as her breasts grew larger and her nipples began to leak milk. She also now sported a small tufted cow’s tail to match her look, and her skin had taken on a faint patchy look as the melanin in her skin seemed to shift and change. By the end of the second day she was being milked regularly. She’d also found a tendency to moo when she talked, often punctuated by heavy swishing of her new tail.
By the end of the week the three women found themselves brought together again, sharing their experiences, and not so subtly exploring each other while talking, or in Jennifer’s case, writing. Each was amazed at what the others had done. Dressed in new clothes they walked together back into the world, ready to experience everything their new bodies had to offer. But first? A spa day and some sisterly bonding. Well, maybe not so ‘sisterly’.
The End? |
It Breaths - The clutch is born Dragon's Fire - The past Where We Stand - The present Erotica Dux Universum - Current location of the Lost Founders, and which Universe every erotica story is from in my gallery Silent Night - epilogue, sisters united
*It Breaths*
The world of High Earth was once ruled entirely by dragons- a warm blooded reptile-like species, primordial in their age, allowing them to evolve rapidly. While evolution took most species millions of iterations to settle in one adept at surviving most situations, dragons comparatively got it right on the first try. This meant each dragon was capable of evolving over the course of its own lifespan- causing even dragons who are related to one another to look completely different, because each one grew and changed according to the specific way it lived. Even once humans arose and started to cover the lands, dragons were still clearly superior. Their minds matched humans in intellect, but because each outlived humans by many hundreds of years, their potential was much greater. Humans did not have claws, fangs, or horns. They were not large, and had no affinity to the forces of nature.
Things shifted drastically about the same time the world stopped being called Earth, and was dubbed High Earth. A group of wandering Gods known as the Lost Founders came to this world from the same world in a different universe- part of an infinite multiverse. The humans immediately flocked to the feet of these Gods, worshipping them and trying to learn all they could. Because of this, humans learned their own way of bending the natural forces and energy that they called magic. The advancement of magic inspired technology and hastened its progression too. The end result was a world of hybridized technology and magic that surpassed most other versions of Earth. It was because of this that even in the continued presence of the dragons, humans surpassed the great creatures, by however little.
Years later, the egg containing little Lizabeth hatched, and the first of their clutch was born. Having just been born she did not have any defining features yet, and simply looked like a pale orange lizard with big reflective pink iris. Mandith was a huge dragon, making his first born daughter no larger than a drop of water in a human's hand. He had arms and hands with comparatively small claws that resembled a humans, though his feet were identical to his hands- the only difference being the structure of his legs leading down to them. His limbs were very long and quite narrow to his form, and similarly his tail was very long and narrow. He had no wings, and his neck was fairly short. His face was framed in bone that trailed into many long horns, and a long beard trailed from the bottom of his jaw. Because of the length of his limbs he was one of the few dragons that could not only stand, but walk on two limbs. Raelgil was a quadruped, but could stand on her rear legs- which were four times the size of her small arms. Her tail was a gigantic fan of feathers that also grew small crystals in the middle of the broadest part of each feather. The crystals had a unique resonance she could activate that slammed into the inner ears of anyone near, temporarily destroying their equilibrium and causing them to lose their balance and fall over as if their legs had suddenly turned to jelly. Her neck was short and buried in a huge mane of soft bushy feathers and her face was almost canine in shape- thought lacking the cold wet nose. Her scales looked snow white, but had a cyan shimmer to them in the light- likely where she got her name Raelgil, which means snow in Dragonic.
Tiny little Lizabeth burned their images into her mind immediately and was placed on her mother's head to watch over the other eggs in her clutch. There was four total and hers was the first to hatch. The second was no more than ten minutes later- a male they named Wanotryx, which means Prince in Dragonic. Unlike his sister, even just-born he was somewhat the ugly duckling of the clutch. He did not have nostrils and had to breath through his mouth, which was held partially open by two very large fangs in the front corners of his lower jaw- which would eventually grow into tusks. Though his mouth and head was long, his face was reserved entirely for the very front- his eyes being at the front top, facing forward. This meant he had to turn his entire head to see behind himself. Unlike the pale orange of Lizabeth, Wanotryx's soft skin was a very dark charcoal grey.
It was three days later that the third egg hatched, and it was obvious why it required the extra time the moment the second daughter emerged. It was supposed to have been twins, but instead was born an Ettin Drake- a two headed dragon! Already on the ends of long necks she had two heads, though still the normal number of everything else; one tail, two legs, two arms, and two nubby limbs on her back that would become wings. Because she had two heads, Lizabeth's little sister needed two names. One with purple eyes and one with deep blue, the two heads were named Meredith and Maribeth! Her skin was platinum with a golden sheen.
The two new parents watched with their three hatchlings the lonesome fourth egg. Raelgil was dreadfully worried as more time passed. She could sense the life within, and while it was not weakening, it seemed more frail than the others to begin with. Raelgil had her own illness that slowly drained her over time. It was not contagious so her offspring did not carry it, but it may have caused difficulties for her body when forming the eggs. To her relief, the fourth egg did finally hatch several more days after Meredith and Maribeth. This final daughter was named Seltur- the Draconic word for soft. Born with no eyes and tiny nostrils, her flesh was white like her mother. She was extremely fragile both to touch and sound, and needed to be handled with care.
*Dragon's Fire*
As Raelgil's children became increasingly strong over the years, she got increasingly weaker. Eventually she just went to sleep one day and never woke again. This was about the time the siblings started to wander off from each other, which Mandith took as him being unable to hold the family together without his mate. Though realistically they had just grown up enough that they each pursued their own lives, and would have wandered even if Raelgil was still alive.
Lizabeth had grown into a brilliantly autumnal coloured dragon. Her neck was long and thin, but looked tremendously thick because the sides and underside of it were layered with steel hard plate scales. When her neck was stretched they pulled tight and locked together, making her neck impervious from below. She had shark-like teeth, and though extremely long her two horns were also very narrow. A mohawk of long feathers started on her head and went all the way down her neck, tapering off between her shoulder blades. Her body was long and flexible, but still nothing in comparison to her tail. Her tail was absolutely titanic compared to the rest of her, doubling her entire length on its own. The scales layering her tail were also huge and fanned out to the sides farther the farther down the tail you went. Though hard keratin scales, the end of her tail looked almost like a giant fan of feathers, and like the wings of a bird she could swing it to whip violent winds up behind her. Her backside was all lesser scales as well, and her underbelly was covered instead with soft down feathers, coloured vibrant orange and powder orange respectively, though her scales had a golden sheen her feathers lacked.
Mandith was silent for a minute. It was hard to tell if he was concentrating on something he was studying before she interrupted or if he was puzzling what she had said.
Wanotryx studied under the strange and huge humanoid God Diovllun, trying to learn how his power over spacial tunnelling worked. Diovllun was not only able to create rifts between different universes, he was also able to create new space- he could make objects or rooms that were larger on the inside than they were on the outside! Wanotryx eventually changed his name as well to Daar- upgrading from a name that meant prince to one that meant King. While he was able to pick apart the abilities the charismatic Diovllun used, he also became more and more aware of their shortcomings. Diovllun was becoming spiritually weaker every time he used his powers, and was already quite weak when he arrived in High Earth. He charted a pathway to a place he called Mystic Earth, consulting with the all-knowing God Psimence. Psimence knew everything about everything at all times though, and he had run through every possible scenario, coming to the absolute conclusion that Diovllun would not make it. He could tunnel most of the way, but would die before the two universes connected. If he pursued his goal, he would kill himself.
Diovllun was the first- it was his power that allowed him to find the other God-like beings and bring them together as the Lost Founders, which is why he sympathized with Daar's curiosity. But it was not a power that could be learned- none of theirs was. That is what made them 'Gods'. It was not as though they were invincible, or created life, or knew things others did not (with exception of Psimence). Their powers were more like errors. They were created outside of existence, they belonged in no universe. Their powers were formed from breaks in reality, as the universe attempted to cope with their presence. There was a universal balance reality held naturally- no more or less things could exist within a universe, so when one of the Gods appeared, they broke the balance.
Little did Daar realize, but his sister took a different path toward the same goal. Psimence was a slothful God, never moving about and most of the time could not be bothered to so much as speak. Outwardly it looked like two chitin mounds. The long shell on its body split open and swung back- the two segments of shell were attached to the end of his tail- his actual body looked like a gigantic grub. He had dozens of tiny spike-like feet and a pale, soft, segmented body. The second spherical chitin mass was his featureless head. When you asked Psimence a question it actually bothered to answer, the sphere broke apart into hundreds of small parts and orbited a huge mass of energy contained inside- this was its true head, made of pure energy. At first all Liz got from Psimence was what most ended up with if the God spoke at all- warnings against learning what they wanted to know. Psimence did not enjoy his existence, claiming his knowledge a horrid unending curse. There was no reason for Psimence to ever do anything, no reason for it to pursue anything, because it already had ALL knowledge. There was never anything for it to learn! It knew how it would eventually die, it knew how everyone would die and when, it knew every possible scenario any event anywhere would happen, in every single different universe. There was nothing Psimence would love more than to be surprised. To know that somewhere, there was at least one thing it might not already know. He knew Diovllun would die if he tried to reach Mystic Earth. He knew Diovllun would eventually ignore the omen and attempt it anyway, resulting in his death. He knew how to infuse the fallen God's bones with his former power- since both his spiritual and physical mass remained in the universe, even if it no longer linked correctly. He knew humans would find out, and manage to get away with a couple God-forged artifacts.
The Lost Founders started to wander again after their leader fell. Each one possessing a powerful artifact etched from Diovllun's bones allowing them to wander between different universes, only now without consequence. Harmonious and Qorelle went to Marro Earth, and both died there. Qorelle passed of old age, being the only God able to do so, and left a seed in her wake, that would one day sprout into a new God. Harmonious was rebelled against, and slain by the humans who then used the stolen knowledge from Psimence to create hundreds of magic infused artifacts from Harmonious' remains. Aluslone and Desfernus wandered off to other worlds as well, but Psimence remained here. And Lizabeth? Psimence infused her with the knowledge of how to fold universes. He eventually offered to give her the remains of Diovllun's own power which would free her of any consequences, but she wished to do it with her own power and bare the consequences. Taking her father's advising, she would always anchor herself in reality- even if she had the opportunity to bend it to her will.
*Where We Stand*
Old Kingdoms were reborn, changed, and fell again. Eons past and High Earth became more and more advanced as a whole, till Lizabeth one day finally returned to this world. She slipped into the gold-lined cave of her sister Meredith and Maribeth and nudged both heads with her own to wake them gently.
There was a long awkward pause between them, Meredith and Maribeth could tell Liz was feeling emotional, but they were terrible in such situations so they just kept their mouths shut till it passed.
*Erotica Dux Universum*
Once she spoke with Meredith and Maribeth she returned to their father Mandith/Macbeth. He was older, and more tired, but still healthy. His beard now was white and his navy blue scales were weathered.
Marro Earth; How To Tune A Body Choir Of Cup Sizes Symphony Of Lust Rock Hard Bone Breast Song Ever Orgious Equinus Oasis Baaah'd Prank Spare Parts Best Within
Alter Earth; Beautiful Monsters Beautiful Monsters : Second 'Verse Beautiful Monsters : Nature Of The Beast
High Earth; Project And Serve Mulligan Dogs Bone Test 1CL3 Her Weight In Gold Nest Egg Mrs. Placedlove
Mystic Earth; Be Were Be Were 2 : Witch Hunt A Wolf By Any Other Name Savage Love Dressed For Success Blind Sided Dragon's Treasure
Iron Earth; My Dreams Wear Ribbon
Lunal Earth; n/a
Flesh Earth; All For One
Magicka Earth; What He Wants Clarity Of Desire Snakes And Ladder Borrowed Genes What To Give A Girl (Who Has Everything) Fight Like Animals Chimera By Design Fetish Finder Tight Spaces Split The Difference
Origin Earth; My Dreams Wear Lace No Such Thing As Too Foxy Out Fox'd Inkei No Kami Two, Nine, and None One Before Nine Fox Dance Raccoon Fox Dog Boarish Taste Transformaster Nine Tales End Of Wa
Even Mandith's wisdom was barely able to keep up with all his daughter's stories. Lizabeth did not even meant to be there long, but before either of them knew it she had been telling her father stories for hours and it was starting to get dark, and Liz still had one more stop before the day was done.
*Silent Night*
Liz had to be very careful as she slithered around the narrow cracks in the mountain. To hide himself away, Psimence exploited a fault in the world itself and caused a massive ring of mountains to erupt from the ground. The volcanic ash and earthquakes warded people from the area for some time, and now that even that has cleared, there is a powerful field of natural magnetic interference within the mountain range. Some of the huge cracks in the newly born mountains ran very deep though, deep enough that many filled with ocean water and turned into extremely deep rivers, or fed underground cave systems. Liz found her way down without too much trouble, her kinship allowed her to sense the other roosting here. What she had to be cautious of is that she absolutely hated noise...Liz had to make as little sound approaching as possible. Bio-luminescent fungal strands hung from the roof of the cave, thriving in the warm damp air, while blind brightly glowing tiny fish swam in the huge underground lake. Liz's youngest sister sat on an island of sand in the middle of the lake, but was entirely invisible. Lizabeth was practically on top of her before she could even tell where her sister was using her eyes instead of sensing her aura.
Seltur's body shape resembled Lizabeth, but lacked the extravagantly huge armoured scales and feathers. There was an outward projecting ridge where her flesh underbelly met the scales on her upper body. The scales did not layer like Liz's, but were pressed tightly together. She had narrow and small spikes that stuck from both the top and bottom of her tail at the exact same points, making it seem like her tail was impaled several times. They were also not solid- they were hollow and open ended, with tiny holes around their length. Her hands were fairly small and clawed, though nothing like the talons on Lizabeth's hands. She had three fingers and a thumb on either side of each hand- so five total digits per hand. Her head was triangular and her nostrils were tiny pin holes at the very end of it, and she had no ears or eyes- Seltur has always been completely blind. Her lower jaw also came apart at the middle- the large triangular outer jaw acted like mandibles while she had another smaller jaw inside that for actually chewing, with much smaller but still sharp teeth. Her underside looked snow white like their mother, but was actually pale brown- you could only really tell the difference if you had something that was actually white to compare it against. The coloration of her scales is what made her impossible to see- they had no colour, they were perfectly reflective. Her scales were like a perfect mirror, reflecting everything around her, making her extremely hard to see. Especially in water, or surrounded by snow, she became entirely invisible.
Seltur said nothing and did not move. Lizabeth knew not to say anything, and moved very carefully to reach her sister, trying not to disturb the water too much. She very gently laid down beside Seltur, pressing her side against her young sister. Seltur was extremely sensitive to any sort of movement or sound. She required remote locations like this to survive- populated areas were way too chaotic. Even the open forest was often too busy with animals for her to tolerate. Both to her sisters and father alike, Seltur reflected her mother. She was weak physically, but very beautiful, very calm, extremely smart and warm hearted. And what she lacked in physical strength she made up for in strength of spirit. It was not as though she was defenceless either though- if threatened she could identify the resonant frequency of objects and replicate it with the hollow spikes in her tail. Using nothing but sound, she could shatter a persons bones into splinters in half a second and gore their body from the inside out with their own shattered bones. Another thing she shared with her mother- a sound based defence.
After a long time of no sound or movement from either of them, Lizabeth heard the hollow spikes in Seltur's tail ring with the sound of a gentle chime- a tune their mother used to hum. The triangular keratin plate on her head split open into two sections, fanning out a series of antennae-like feelers hidden underneath. She smelled with her tongue like a snake, but these antennae allowed her to sense even the slightest vibrations in the air and translate them into an image for her. The antennae are her eyes. |
(FtH bull/komodo dragon hybrid)
Vivienne signed up to RHE to become a human test subject. The company worked tirelessly to hybridize humans with animals, always trying to improve their methods and forms. To provide an easily palatable specialty food for the outside world, nearly all test subjects were combined with other mammals, thus enabling and enhancing lactation. For this reason, all of the test subjects were also female.Vivienne was looking forward to living on the island simply called RHEI. No matter what your form was hybridized with, you were given a life on the island; your own home and unlimited food and drink. You could not leave the island again, sure, but you never had to worry about anything anymore. No need to find a job, pay taxes, have your parents nag you to get a boyfriend. Vivienne unknowingly signed up at the wrong time though. RHE was already 19 test subjects in, so they were starting to branch their mindset out and try more... exotic things.
Mahogany Primrosa was the researcher in charge of Vivi, and explained to her the test. "For the most part test subjects are given a tincture, which carries magic based effects into the body to create physical changes to the genes as the body breaks down the material of the tincture and distributes it. This permanently changes the body so no mana is required to maintain the form. So subjects can produce milk without consuming mana. Because if we wanted to consume mana to do it, we could just use a spell to conjure the milk directly and not even require a person... but that would be inefficient."
Vivienne cupped her small B cup breasts through her shirt- almost entirely invisible through the fabric. "So I will have a huge rack finally, huh?"
Mahogany blushed. "N-no, let me finish. I was just using that as an example of how and why it is done. There have been a few rare cases where we use an inverted mana charge- a method the sorceress paragon Moth taught us. If you need to re-apply magic, it can technically be done indefinitely using this method. Basically, the energy being expended is done in a isolated area which then create a void. The universe naturally fills in voids- but energy collapsing back into the void creates force, which can be used to create more energy. Or... more... usable energy I mean. We cannot create nor destroy energy, it is a matter of condensing it enough that it is in a usable state- mana."
"R-right, yea. So... I am... uh..."
The Overseer Tessa Bucset standing behind Mahogany piped up. "Sorry, she is fairly new here and is not used to having to explain the modus operandi of our procedures. Basically your transformation will involve a spell- which means rather than having a static form you will be able to shift from one to the other, using said spell. All you need to know is that you can change to and from your form- something others cannot do."
Mahogany nodded. "You see, none of the test subjects can get pregnant but... stimulation is still required to keep the milk flowing properly. RHE has been looking into sexual stimulation to aid in milk production. Also, since all of the test subjects are bound to the island, and none of the current subjects are male... some have expressed a desire to recruit males. So, we are trying to roll out a 'breeder program'."
Vivienne nodded slowly, trying to keep up. Tessa could see she didn't get it. "That is you."
"Wait, what?! But I am not a man!"
Mahogany chuckled. "Which is exactly why you were chosen. To control the spell without ever needing to re-cast anything, the trigger must be something biological. Since your transformation is only needed in... sexual situations- the trigger is hormones. If you were male, you would transform randomly every time you popped a boner... which would be problematic."
"But, I have only ever experimented with girls, I am into guys..."
Tessa nodded. "We will not force you to fornicate with anyone. Your job is to participate in the test, your participation beyond that is entirely voluntary. We will be transforming you into a bull, so once you have male hormones working in your system you may think differently of the women here. If not- that is fine as well."
They gave Vivienne her tincture, but the rest of the day was a blur. She quickly started to get absentminded, then aroused at seemingly nothing. Before they even removed her from the main building she was already growing larger, and quickly getting more muscular. She remembered hearing her clothes tearing a bit more and more as they walked and trying not to call attention to it from embarrassment. Her muscles got so huge, so tight... so heavy. She was hunching over, then stumbled onto all fours- but bending over caused her clothes to completely burst off. Her hands and feet started to devolve quickly from her weight being on them and the researchers who were escorting her left her side to get help from others. She remembered feeling her clit twitching under her as it got longer and longer, mutating into a penis, and that was the last thing she remembered.
Vivi woke up in a glass tube in some strange facility! It was really cold too! The walls were almost entirely hidden by a network of pipes, and branched into many other hallways from where she was. As soon as she woke up a beeping sound started to sound on a console nearby, alerting the researchers to come tend her. Among the people there, she only recognized Mahogany, her 'handler'. The tube lifted up out of the base to release her. She was shivering terribly, naked but entirely human as well.
"W-w-what am I doing here? What happened?" Her teeth were chattering from the cold in the tube- though the room outside of it was normal temperature.
Mahogany gave her a sympathetic look. "Well... it seems the transformation mechanism isn't as stable as we would have hoped. It seems you are a little too easily turned on now. When you transformed it seems to have affected your mind as well, essentially turning you into a feral bull. We had a hell of a time wrangling you back up."
"I went on a rampage? What is this place?"
"The hidden bunker. This is where we store Extreme Variant subjects. Test Subject 07-XV Mel Tranquillen, 09-XV Tolli Burganred, 17-XV Nancy Dewrain, and 19-XV Eve." She took a deep breath. "And now you, 20-XV."
"No way! I have to live here?! I was told I would live life on a paradise island, not a cold tube!"
"No, no! I mean, yes, but no. You have to be in the bunker for everyone's safety, but not that tube. We can build a habitat in here for you that will be just like out there if you want. But if you turn feral bull at the drop of a hat, we can't have you roaming around outside, because you can trample or kill someone without even being aware of it. Our research team is thinking of possible solutions. But in case we can't find anything, or until we do- you have to be down here. Even if you turn bull down here, everyone's habitat is somewhat isolated- a feral animal wouldn't be able to operate the door to get inside."
Vivi insisted she would be fine, but embarrassingly found her muscles bulking up slowly seemingly at random, forcing her to stand under the tube and use the cold air to revert her. There was nothing around her to turn her on! It took her a few almost-transformations to realize it happened when she thought about her body. She is female, and the hormones trying to bring out the bull were male- she was turning herself on. She was left to walk around the hidden facility, but not permitted to enter any other enclosure. Her own area now had a curtain surrounding a bed, couch, television, and mini-fridge as a temporary setup till they knew whether a full habitat was needed.
Vivi embarrassingly turned fully several times wandering around. She had basically transformed into a full bull the first time she seen the other XV subjects, then turned back to normal when she wandered close enough to her own chilled habitat. Though she totally blacked out the first time she transformed, all the times after it she retained her memory. But it was like recalling a dream- her body had its own agenda and was on auto pilot. Her brain can only process as much as a bull while she is in bull form, and her instincts are louder than her thoughts. It was very embarrassing, recalling what she had done after the fact. Her newly grown cock twitching and dripping in the open without a care for anyone to see.
The other XV subjects were in similar boats however. No one in this wing was able to live without someone else constantly attending them. The first of the XV subjects was Mel- 07. She seemed cool, but was gaming most of the time and blacked out the rest of the world when she was in the game. She was very competitive and good at the games she played... Vivi wondered what anyone she gamed with online would think if they knew she had breasts the size of a persons house. Mel was suspended on an elaborate rig high in the air in a very, very high roof, to give her boobs room. Her test was on vorpal resurgence... whatever that meant. Basically from what Vivi could understand, the gigantic breasts contained a hole in the dimension that lead to her breasts in another dimension, to her breasts in another dimension, to her breasts in... well, you get the point. Basically they had created an infinite milk supply by summoning the same load of milk from an infinite number of universes- from the same woman. Tolli and Nancy Dewrain (there are two Nancy on the registry) basically had the same situation except Tolli was cow, Nancy was goat. Tolli was multi-limbed cow of massive size though, with an udder that had too many teats, and was giant even on her already giant size. So big in fact that she was incapable of walking. Her mind was permanently that of a feral cow though, so using a VR rig, they trick her constantly into thinking she is living as a normal cow out in an endless pasture and she never knows better. Nancy had a human mind still, in a feral goat body- an udder barely big enough to clear the ground. She was forever horny though, and that added to the fact she has no hands, she needed to be an XV subject. Mentally she could technically take care of herself, but physically she is unable to, so the staff here must monitor and look after her at all times.
On her third day down here, Vivienne was given a second tincture- this time containing the genes of a Komodo Dragon. They were hoping this would help her contain herself. They were also working on some specialty equipment for her that would hopefully fix her situation when put together with her new changes. Vivi was not holding out too much hope at this point though- RHE was starting to construct a home inside of the huge bunker, and there was no news of another extreme variant which means it was for Vivi. She also found another hall she had not noticed yet however. She looked around to see if any of the staff were around to ask but no, not at the moment. The hall was much more narrow than the giant primary passage, and it was lined with pyramid shaped foam panels on the walls... noise canceling panels- which made the hall harder to notice, because the echo in the large chambers would have given it away otherwise. Then Vivi remembered Mahogany mentioning another XV subject she was yet to see- 19, the test that came immediately before hers!
Vivienne seen a staff member on the far end of the hall doing some routine checks. There was a huge house to the left in a large open space, but in addition to being enclosed in this narrow passage, the house itself was entirely closed off. There was only a single window that looked out to the walkway that went into the living room of the house. Vivi leaned over the railing to tap on the window, since she did not see anyone home.
The staff member scared her, rushing over and grabbing her hand before she even noticed him move. "For the love of God, do NOT tap on the glass!"
"She... really cranky?"
"Test Subject 19 is ultra sensitive! Emotionally and physically, all of her feelings are amplified twice over. What sounds like a quiet tapping to you is a loud knocking to her. That is why her house is reinforced with sound canceling barriers and isolated even further in than others."
"Wow... and I thought I had it rough. How did RHE mess that up? I mean... what was she supposed to be?"
"Eve was a test on making the process of expressing milk more pleasurable. It was supposed to make it feel extremely good, and made it so that basically her mammaries could orgasm, causing them to jet milk rapidly. It was supposed to make the process even more pleasurable but it worked too well. It doubled all her pleasure... and pain, and emotions. Has RHE given you your onyx tablet yet?"
"No, I am... still under construction."
"Well, in the registry you can select yourself as available for Eve, and she can make a teleport into her home for you. She has a lot of board games and likes to play with others, but its exhausting for her so she needs time to rest. So anyone willing to hang out with her marks themselves available and she will pick however many she can handle. She occasionally wanders the halls too sometimes and sits just outside the bunker, so you might see her around." He motioned to the glass before walking back to his task. "But do not tap on the glass."
Vivi had other things to worry about soon enough though. The second shot they gave her was kicking in, starting with her toenails growing thick and sharp! Her feet got a bit shorter, but also a bit wider, and all of her toes started to get much longer. Her feet almost started to resemble clawed hands by the time they finished, but before that change had stopped her skin started to shift over it. Vivi returned to her own area near the construction site so she could lay down and get off her shifting legs. The temperature felt like it lowered a bit, but that was just her body gaining attributes from a cold blooded creature. Her skin turned grey slowly starting at the claws of her toes. By the time it faded up to her knees, her toes were turning black. By the time the grey was at her thighs, her knees were black and the skin at her toes was bubbling up into small, hard round segments, becoming scales. A komodo dragon's scales are more than they seem however. On the surface they are relatively small and about as durable as any reptile, however on the reverse side of the scale is another plate that grows in that is more akin to solid bone. Basically a komodo dragon has a sheet of organic chain mail under its outer scales; making it almost immune to cuts- though like actual chain mail, still vulnerable to piercing. The skin below her scales was dull black, the scales themselves a dark charcoal grey.
Vivi blushed and clutched the bed sheets with her finger-like toes as she felt the muscle in her lower back swell in a sudden surge and spiral downward. A soft, pleasant pressure on the inside of her skin as it was stretched, and the muscle involuntarily flexed and writhed underneath. A less pleasant feeling was still deeper in, as her vertebrae started to grow additional segments and expand existing ones, growing her tail bone out into a true tail. It did not hurt, but because the solid feeling of bone on bone was generally something that only happened when the body was wounded- it gave her goosebumps and made her shiver in discomfort. The muscle spiraling around the bone and surging downward in a pulse felt like the muscle was gently tugging on the bone to usher it forward. Her tail expanded very quickly, and the muscle inside wanted to be stretched and flexed, which made her curl and flick her tail around randomly only half-intentionally. She was glad she closed the curtain around her area before flopping down on the bed. The tail became so big that it stretched her anus to conform to the base of the tail, but then the flesh of her groin continued to get tugged toward the tail. Her pelvic floor started to reshape to brace the base of the tail, which caused her vulva to also get yanked back as the tail expanded even wider! Her vulva and anus were squished together and pulled sort of half-on the tail and half-on her hips. It was a cloaca but still oriented as a vertical slit instead of horizontal like a normal cloaca would be.
Vivienne cried out with an increasingly deep voice as her muscles all over started to bulge and flex. Oh no, her body transforming was causing pleasure automatically which was bringing out the bull! Her tail was now longer than her legs were and still growing! The scaled flesh was starting to advance up her back, but not in the front. The black coloration already shot past the scales however- as her bull hide was black as well. The pleasure surge that instigated the change was her clit growing and dividing! It turned in a figure 8 before a burst of pleasure made her body surge in size and it split completely into two side-by-side clitoris! Except now that the bull was waking up, they would not remain as clits. They swelled in width first before extending any, and the clitoral hood expanded into large fat folds of neon pink skin- far too big already to fit between the outer labia anymore. Once they were the proper width, they exploded in length and stretched out. The pleasure of them stretching into cocks was a constant electric pleasure, causing them to buck and drool pre as they grew- entirely from the enjoyment of growing in the first place. He did not feel his ovaries getting rejected this time though. Before they would grow too big and get rejected into a scrotum, but this time because of his reptile genes they remained internal and expanded into testicles in a compartment at the base of the tail. That is why males have much larger tails- that is where their equipment is stored. So even as a male, Vivi still had a vagina- it just did not go anywhere, it was a dead-end because everything from the cervix onward is temporarily repurposed into male. Though the clitoral hood grew into the soft folds of skin that would be a sheath, because of the odd structure of his mutant genitals they did not fuse to his underside and remained free-hanging with each shaft. Each shaft was shorter than a bull now as well, but not by too much... and there was two of them besides.
Vivienne had no hands still in feral mode so he could not masturbate normally. He grunt as he rolled off the bed and mounted its side. With his front legs on the bed and the shafts rubbing the bottom, he used the bed to get off- shooting below the bed so it was at least easier to clean. As a bull he was still herself, just much dumber. He did not remember why he wanted to shoot onto the floor, but still remembered that it would be bad to mess up the bed. He did not remember why he should be embarrassed to be in this form, but still knew to hurry and get off to revert himself. This time it was easier than usual. Now with a tail that was twice as long as even his feral body, he turned it around and stuffed it into his own cloaca! He was able to penetrate himself with it, doubling his pleasure and sending him over the edge quickly. He exploded with just as much cum as his massive bull load, but in two different directions thanks to his twin cocks! When he got off, Vivienne became a woman again so quickly it felt like her body was melting as the massive muscle mass shrank away back into her as energy. None of her dragon traits receded though. The dicks turned back into twin clits but otherwise her lower body remained the same. The scales trailed up her back in a progressively narrow stripe and stopped between her shoulder blades. On the front of her body the scales went no further than her thighs- they did not touch her crotch. Vivi found she was able to balance herself better than usual with these new feet though- since she could sort of grip the ground with her longer digits. The tail could be wrapped around things and used like an extra arm too, which was fun. She just had to train herself to not grip too hard with the tail. It was solid with muscle, so it was very easy to accidentally crush things with it that she only meant to lift.
Eve was not a threat to the outside, so she actually had permission to leave the bunker whenever she wanted, but never went further than the doors. It was on one of these walks that Vivienne finally met her. She was a very cute woman, a traditional cow girl form- since her gene split was not what RHE had been testing with her. Eve was a fun person to be around, but you had to be very careful. You could not speak louder than a whisper without making her flinch. Her hearing was so sharp she could tell what you were feeling even if you tried to hide it- because she can hear your heart beat from almost fifteen feet away. It is also perfectly normal to put her into a giggling fit with a joke that was not actually that funny at all, or make her start crying simply by leaving. It was in meeting her that Vivienne discovered the bonus RHE gave her by feeding dragon genes into her. Komodo dragon have a refractory period of several days, she CAN'T go bull for at least two days after blowing her load... unless she only used one phallus. That is why dragons have two- each one connects to a different testicle, so they can save half their load for a second female to get around their refractory period, but Vivi cums with both barrels.
She was given new clothing to wear in this standard form. Her upper half was totally normal still, so she could wear unmodified human clothing. For her lower body, she could wear high-waist skirts and let her tail hang below, and RHE also gave her custom fit pants with a hole in the back as well as what the called a tail ring. The ring was a metal bracket that was fit to the very base of her huge tail. Basically she slipped the ring through the fabric around the hole in her pants and then clicked it closed around her tail- bracing it to the garment. While a lot of her transformation was questionable- Vivienne had no complaints about her tail. She even hugged it like a body pillow when sleeping, or hugged herself with it while watching horror movies. Whenever she slipped or tripped, her tail would instinctively lash around and grab anything solid it came into contact with to hold her up. Like a werewolf, she kept an eye on the calendar to see when it was possible for her to turn bull so she could get herself off and then not have to worry about it.
Eventually her home was finished, and she had a house that looked much like the other homes on the island, except not actually outside. Inside, the windows were actually all LCD displays of outdoor scenery to simulate actual windows. he doorways were quite wide to allow Vivienne to still pass through in dragon bull form. She was allowed one luxury item per month from RHE to adorn her house with, so over time she could shape it into a proper home. Gaming console, television, PC, and things like that came by default though and did not need to be requested. They were considered a mandatory entertainment installment. Unlike Eve's enclosure, her door lead back out into the bunker. Eve's enclosure actually has no door- the only way in or out is teleportation. It was through Eve that Vivi started to finally meet other test subjects as Eve invited people to play with her. On day Vivienne was just stretching her legs wandering the massive passageways when Eve motioned for her to come over. Vivi went over but was going to tell her it was a bad day for that, but as soon as Eve's hand touched her they teleported into her house.
"Ah, Eve, today isn't a good time, it's the day I might... go bull."
She blushed brightly. "I know, I was... wondering what it was like..."
Eve was tall, but only because her feet extended into the canon bones of a quadruped. From her knee down, her legs were those of a rather spindly cow. Sitting on her upper crotch, eclipsing her vulva under it was her udder. It was a bit bigger than a basketball, so it wobbled back and forth when she walked- her thighs pushed it forward. It was taught though, so more jiggly than floppy. The teats were very small for a cow- about the width of a thumb but only half the length of one. On her chest she sported two E cup globes that hung just past her ribs in perfect tear drop shape. She had a long cow tail with a pink ribbon tied into a bow just under the tassel. Her hair was down to her butt but tied up in a wide pony tail by massive frilly bow. She had large leaf shaped ears she often kept turned downward because of her sensitive hearing. Her face looked like that of a cow when viewed straight on, but she had no muzzle at all. The bridge of her nose was wide and her nostrils as well. The end of her nose was neon pink and trailed to her lips which were the same color. Eve had... sort-of horns. They looked like two bone spheres half embedded in her head. The ends were completely rounded so she was incapable of hurting anything at all with them.
What made her body really stand out was her coloration is that of a cow even though she had no fur. From her right shoulder to just below the elbow was solid black. On the left, her breast was black but the nipple and areola were still neon pink. The spot that encompassed that breast wrapped around to her back but stopped in the middle. Her left arm was totally normal except her ring and middle finger were black. Then her butt cheeks were solid black but not her legs, making the black patch perfectly heart-shaped. Then her left leg from just above the knee down was all black. Her ears were both black, and the patch continued down over both of her eyes but no further- so her forehead, the bridge of her nose, and a thin strip around the pink of her central face was normal flesh tone. A single teat on her udder was also black. As for the hair on her head- it flipped the coloration of the skin just below it- so it was white on most of her head except the front; her bangs are black. Her tail was normal skin tone, and the tassel on the end was mostly white but black at the very tip- making it look like a brush that was just dipped in ink. She had a tattoo from before she was over-sensitive; on her lower back was an apple with two fang marks in it.
"Y-you...want... wait no! You can't... your too sensitive!"
Eve pouted. "No. Well... I don't know. Don't worry about me, do YOU want to do it? Even if it is too much for me, it isn't like I am going to explode or spontaneously combust or something." She spoke up again before Vivi could even reply. "Your heart is hammering..."
Vivi blushed. "I don't know! It's... confusing!"
Eve tilted her head. "What is confusing about it? You want to have sex or not. It is literally just a yes or no question."
"Well, I mean I am a hetero woman. But... not when the bull wakes up. I have to get off anyway to turn back bu- oh sorry." Eve was starting to cringe back as Vivi unintentionally started to raise her voice back to a normal speaking volume. "I have to get off in bull form to be able to turn back whether I want to or not, so it would be pleasurable and I sort of have to do it anyway. But also you are so fragile! I have SO little control as a bull! Your nervous system would go apeshit having sex with a normal person, never mind a feral beast!"
"That just means it will be more explosive, hehe~. I don't want to let my new body hold me back on anything. I have to be gentle with a lot of things, sure, but its okay to go all out sometimes. Just don't get scared if I start crying or something... you know how I am- just ignore it and I will pull myself together." She watched Vivi with curiosity as she was clearly struggling with the choice still. "You have such a cool job, I wanna be a part too!"
"J-job?!"
"Yea? Being the first breeder RHE designed."
"I... well, they never actually signed me up, because I was sort of out of control."
"Awww, really??"
"Well, I also did not really bring it up ever again. They sort of left the choice in my lap and I forgot about it entirely to be honest."
"You should sign up again now that you know your new body better. You're like Cupid!"
Vivienne furrowed her brow in confusion. "The naked angel baby that shoots people?"
"You spread love! Your designed to be able to have pleasure, giving others pleasure! To help women feel good in their new bodies, and experience sex again."
Vivi grumbled. "But I have no control. I turn into a big dumb animal! I am not even normally attracted to women, so the fact I get aroused in the first place isn't even me!"
Eve made a little pout as she chose her next words. "Do you need to be in control of everything?"
"Well, not everything..."
"Are you ever in control of your orgasms? Once they hit there is no going back. You call the bull an invader in your body, but don't your normal hormones also flood your mind and influence your choices in the same way? Does it really matter what direction they pull you in? I think losing control is part of the fun. No worrying about day to day life, just focusing on the pleasure and nothing else. Let the waves take you~"
Vivi was starting to breath heavy and sweating a bit. "Eve, I really... starting to slip I think, I should...mmmh." She stepped back onto the runic teleport circle on the floor but nothing happened. Vivienne looked to Eve who held up the focus crystal that allowed mana to penetrate her armored house- without it the teleport out doesn't have anything to power it. "C-come on Eve... I am serious I can't.... resist.. strong... oouuugh, bull soouh big!" Her voice distorted and got deeper as her neck started to swell.
Her shirt was pulled tight and Vivi started to hunch forward as the muscles of her upper back swelled massive. Huge pectoral muscles stretched her breasts out of existence as her twin clits started to stretch out- pleasuring themselves with the stretching of their nerves, which only sped the transformation along. As soon as Vivi's horns erupted from his head, Eve grabbed them like handle bars and pulled him down onto all fours. Vivi was getting too dumb to trust himself, and being paranoid about hurting Eve caused him to just sort of freeze up- afraid to move at all. Even his massive tail barely moved behind him- normally it would slither back and forth idly. Most of the floor in Eve's entire house were covered in pastel colored pillows so she just lay down where she was and slipped her skirt and panties off. Vivi surged in size a moment before shutting his eyes. His shirt exploded off in the burst of growth from looking at Eve strip. Eve smiled at his timidness. She stood up and held his head as it stretched and grew into the muscular, chizzled muzzle of a bull. As he continued to grow, his nose booped the underside of Eve's breasts. He lowered his head to evade them but bumped his chin on the top of her udder instead! His head was boxed in by boobs!
Vivi let out several grunts from the internal pressure of growth surges as his bull features were finishing. Eve giggled at the feeling of his hot breath gusting out of his nostrils. Her own heart jumped when his cool nose touched her. Her physical feelings are doubled over as well, so even the slightest touch can turn her on. Vivi opened his eyes when his brain regressed too far to remember why he was closing them in the first place- he still did not move however. He curled his tail around his side and plopped down into a sitting position, which looked rather odd with a half bull body hunching over. Eve stood in front of him and cupped her breasts, jiggling them for him. He idly licked his lips and started to lean further forward. She stepped forward and touched his lips to her nipples and he gently licked her breast, causing her to giggle and blush. Her entire body tensed up a bit from the feeling. He latched on and sucked lightly and her legs trembled and she fell into him slightly, grabbing a horn to brace herself because the pleasure took all the strength out of her limbs. Using her weight leaning on him she dragged his head down as she slumped onto the floor and then lifted her legs up on either side of his head to invite him in. He almost stomped forward right away but paused.
"Do what feels good Vivienne! Lets both lose control together~!"
Vivi let out a half-moo and stepped forward, licking Eve's pussy with his massive tongue and caused her to shriek in pleasure in a pitch so high it could probably shatter glass. He took another step forward and pressed his cool damp nose against her pussy and her entire body started writhing! His tongue was so gigantic compared to her it felt like he was petting the inside of her womb with it! The pleasure was sharp like electric voltage, and so all encompassing her thoughts completely whited out. Between moans, shrieks and gasping for breath, all her concentration was focused on not choking on her own drool or passing out because she didn't breath enough! When Vivi had coated every inch of her insides with saliva he backed off and stepped up over Eve. His gigantic, tight, muscular chest hovered over her- she could see the fat veins pulled tight under the surface throbbing in time with his heart.
Eve seen him about to thrust in and quickly turned onto her side! He isn't smart enough to line up his twin phallus! His dicks are side by side, but there is no way Eve can fit both into one hole! She turned to her side so one dick slid into her anus and the other into her vagina, splitting them up a bit better. The huge brute started thrusting into her, causing her to let out a half-moan with each inward thrust and gasp with each outward thrust. The cocks took up so much room in her they were shoving air out of her lungs! He bowed his head down as he thrust to press it up against the soft tit flesh. In her curled position on her side, her breasts cradled the top of his face and her udder the bottom. The skin also jumped with each thrust though. Her mams responded to pleasure unlike other women. They were capable of orgasm as well- the muscle tissue in her boobs and udder clench from the pleasure, the tension building and bringing them closer to their own explosion! Milk rushed forward as if magnetized to the underside of her nipples and teats and pushed up against it like a dam about to burst, making her feel more full than she actually was. It did not take very long for Vivi to climax, his cocks were such a tight fit that none of the cum could escape! The tidal wave of hot, heavy cum flooding Eve, stretching her insides even more sent her fully over the edge! Her udder and breasts suddenly became quite firm, the teats and nipples twanged to full stiff erection like door stoppers and erupted in geysers of milk! Her legs and pussy vibrated and her chest heaved in breathless moans. The trembling milk-gasms is where Eve got her nickname- Milkshake.
The next day Vivienne asked the RHE staff who came to check on her about the breeder program, having thought about what Eve told her the day before. They already had a system in place based similarly to Eve's game room reservations. All test subjects have an onyx slate that acts as a simple mobile PC- but they are all linked to the same arcane processor acting as nodes, so sending information between them is very easy. When RHE marks Vivienne as a breeder, other subjects around the island will be able to make themselves as interested for a kinky romp, and Vivi can then go visit them if she wants. Which was a bit of a pleasant surprise to her. Because of her dragon traits and long refractory period, there was two or three days where she knows she can't turn and is thus allowed to go wherever she wants. If she doesn't turn bull, she isn't a threat to anyone and there is no need to contain her. The only problem then is- in order to service the other women properly she needs to be able to turn bull... so how does she get there without risking turning along the way? For this, RHE presented her a little something it has been working on just for her. It was a back pack with two plastic lines running down into odd looking gloves. The pack contains pressurized gas that is currently zero Kelvin... absolute zero. When activated the pack cools her body and because she is part reptile, that causes her body to slow down and energy level to immediately drop, preventing her from getting fully aroused. When she needs to visit a woman on a sexual call, she wears the pack which will cool her down and then turns it off when she arrives and the host is prepared to deal with the bull.
Vivi is still marked an XV subject, and her home will remain in the hidden bunker, but she doesn't mind at all. She can roam the island like anyone else most of the time, and she has made good friends with the other XV subjects in the bunker besides. She earned herself the nickname 'were-bull', and wears her title as the island's first breeder with pride. And while no one caught her doing it- she has tapped on the glass several times. |
Shattered Shards: Myshelle's Medicine
Myshelle took a deep breath, moaning softly at the twin scents of horse and sex, the scents she had faintly detected outside the club what seemed like a lifetime ago.
The horses weren't penned up within their stalls, but were allowed to roam around freely. A white mare with a pale blue mane approached the satyr, curiosity sparkling in her sapphire eyes. Myshelle knew these weren't mere beasts, but creatures of the fey, like herself. A part of her new that, but another part of her gasped in awe at the sight of the beautiful snow mare.
The equine gently nudged Myshelle's middle with her snout, her long tongue playfully lapping at the satyr's shaft. She knew exactly what Myshelle wanted, and seemed rather eager to give it to her.
Her member ached, its massive weight longing for relief. But she wasn't tall enough to mount the mare properly. Her eyes darted around, finding a wooden plank atop some cinder blocks that was used for the specific purpose, the way it was stained with seed.
The mare gently took Myshelle's cockring in her teeth, leading her over to it. As she climbed up onto the platform, she felt her hooves stick a bit to the presence of past satyr ejaculations. Rather than disgusting her, it excited her. She knew from Melissa that this was a perfectly acceptable thing for a satyr to do, but she still had a very human mindset, and found it comforting that she wasn't the only satyr that did this.
She was a little hesitant, even though the horses kept here had human levels of intellect, they were still animals of a sort. The more Myshelle thought about it, the less she wanted to actually go through with...
The thoughts of finding something else to make love to immediately vanished from her mind as the mare backed herself up, allowing the first few inches of Myshelle's equine shaft to slip into her.
The former human cried out softly, not at all minding the moo she made as she did so. She gripped the mare's snow white flanks and pushed herself in deeper, every inch of her three foot shaft buried within the playful mare's snatch.
Myshelle mooed happily as she began to thrust. No wonder the satyrs kept horses here, no bipedal creature would be able to take their massive bestial shafts and grip them as the mare did. There just wasn't enough body to make a pussy that long, even the satyr magic didn't help.
There was also such an erotic thrill that Myshelle felt, every bit of her that was still human, though there weren't many, screamed out that this was repulsive, disgusting, and wrong. Every bit of her satyr self, every part that she had gained from Melissa, told her that it was a fun thing to do exactly because humans felt it to be something that was wrong.
The mare was so large, so heavy, so easy for Myshelle to put her five hundred plus pound bulk into every thrust, another reason for the horses to be here. After all, most human girls, and some of the smaller satyrs, would be unable to support Myshelle's new weight; just a minor problem with her new, beautiful bulk. But the satyr wouldn't give up even a single pound of her gorgeous girth.
She loved being big, she loved being heavy, she loved having a huge belly, huge butt, huge tits, hot, heavy balls, and a throbbing three foot cock. She loved the sensations she felt as gallons of seed surged from her, of milk being suckled from her impressive udders.
No way could she give this up. No way could she imagine returning to being a stick thin, scrawny woman. She couldn't possible give up her cock, oh how she wished she could've had one earlier. The image came to mind of Myshelle's favorite photo of herself, a smile on her face, eyes half lidded, leaning back, seemingly in the wind, the short red dress she was wearing moving up, mere millimeters from showing panties.
She imagined the dress bunched up a few inches, the thick, hot horsemeat between her legs jutting from the small, svelte, sexy body that she'd had before. Certainly not as sexy as she was now, but her thin, human self was exactly the kind of thing that would just about give her an instant orgasm now.
The thought of a small, thin human girl sitting in her lap, tentatively sliding down her massive cock, it was enough that she couldn't wait to be able to perform again, or for the first time. She wasn't quite sure which. Thought over all it didn't really matter, she knew what she was doing, and the part of her that had been Melissa knew that combined the magical power they controlled while in the dance would more than make up for an inexperience left over from Myshelle.
She couldn't leave. She couldn't possibly leave. She was the lead dancer and the most popular whore, after all. Meli... Myshelle couldn't just go and leave Kora with her best performer missing. Even if she had wanted to leave, it would only be polite to stay until Mistress Kora had a replacement.
But why would she ever want to leave? The food, the company, the many opportunities to dance and fuck every day, the sweet, sexy horses here, the beds, furniture, showers, doorways, everything designed to easily allow someone of Myshelle's bulk to move around with ease. Life at the Amorous Satyr would be heavenly.
Myshelle's daydreaming was cut short as the mare's vaginal walls tightened upon her shaft, the equine love tunnel gripped her tightly, milked her eagerly, almost hungrily. The satyr found herself unable to pull out, merely able to thrust in deeper, allowing more of her cock to be enveloped by the mare's pussy.
The tightness was too much for her to take; her pendant-fueled growth made her erupt with the now familiar amounts of seed. Myshelle threw back her head and moo-moaned in delight, her eight nipples sending stream of milk trickling down her body.
The mare whinnied happily, though her womb could not contain the flood of the satyr's seed, it gushed out from her, drenching Myshelle's belly, balls, and thighs, spattering down onto the platform beneath her. No wonder it was so sticky!
Though her climax had passed, the mare remained still, allowing Myshelle to empty herself within the equine. The satyr hugged the beast as best as she could, "Mmmooo... thank you." She half-moaned, shivering as the mare pulled away from her, the equine's sex parting from Myshelle's half-erect cock with wet slurping sounds.
Before the satyr could catch her breath she found a pair of red-brown stallions with bright orange manes nuzzling at her. Myshelle couldn't keep her balance, forced to hop down to the floor.
Once she was on the floor the nuzzling turned to shoves at the back of her legs with their broad snouts.
"H-hey! Stop that you guys!" Myshelle said, giggling nervously, trying to get away from the rowdy horses. Her hoof became submerged in a puddle of her own seed, sending her sprawling to the stable floor.
Before she could recover, one of the stallions was already standing over her, its thick, black member fully erect, dripping with precum, inches away from her face.
"Wh-what..." was all that the satyr was able to get out before the horse thrust forward, the shaft forcible shoved into her mouth and throat. She cried out in protest at the treatment, her shouts of displeasure muffled by the thick horse meat crammed into her.
The equine flopped onto his side, pulling Myshelle with him. The other stallion helped push Myshelle over as his twin rolled onto his back, leaving the satyr resting atop his belly and chest, head bent back as the laying horse bucked his hips, fucking her face.
The satyrs were apparently not the only ones with magic of a sort, as the second horse stood over Myshelle, somehow managing to guide his member into her ass without being able to see, and without any sort of way to position it, and also seemingly with not a single drop of resistance from Myshelle's body.
What was going on? She was being raped by two horses, what the hell was this? Another of Melissa's memories came to the surface; the new satyrs were typically shy and skittish about their bodies and their desires, their first week or two was spent on duty tending to the horses.
Oh gods, the two stallions had never seen Myshelle before, they didn't realize that she'd merged with Melissa; they just thought she was another horse whore! The thought of it made her shudder and wretch, trying to expel the bestial cock from within her mouth. She wasn't some random strumpet seduced in off the streets, she was a merger of one of the world's most popular models, and the club's best dancer! She shouldn't be... oh...
With her Motzenger's and her almost constant lust, Melissa spent a great deal of time in the stables, the horses more interested in sex than most of her satyr siblings. Melissa had willingly been the stable slut for the last few months. They horses knew the treatments for her illness, knew that if she found someone to merge with she was...
Myshelle cried out, her heavy arms striking the horse above her. As half Melissa and half newbie, she had been declared horse whore twice over. That wasn't fair! She hadn't known! Well, she did know, but she knew too late, her memories as Melissa weren't nearly as strong as her memories as Myshelle.
It was wrong, disgusting, hideous; an assault to her very sensibilities! She would fuck, suck, and dance for humans and human-like individuals; she would eagerly and willingly pleasure the horses, but not like this.
The satyr felt her cock stirring, surging almost instantly to full arousal. She panicked, wriggling her plentiful body, trying to dislodge herself from the type equine shafts that impaled her. However all she managed to so was to rub her breasts and cock against the chest of the horse above her.
The two beasts thrust into her slowly, languidly, teasingly. They knew that she was trapped, sandwiched between them, and that they could take their time with her. It was wrong, disgusting, horrible, and all sorts of other things and yet...
Yet it made Myshelle feel as horny as she had the moment she walked into the stable. The more her human half hated what was being done to her, the more disgusting, loathsome, and unpleasant, the more her satyr half gleefully embraced it. She was being raped by two horses and her body delighted in it. Her rump and throat seemed to tingle with pleasure as they were penetrated. She couldn't help but obey the lustful needs of her body, her hands going to her udders, curling her thumb and forefinger in a crescent about her nipples, her second finger placed a bit further down.
She squeezed, tilting her hands outward from her body, tugging her titflesh upward at the same time, causing a few ounces of milk to leak from her eight nipples. She arched her back and then bucked her hips, her rump tightening on the shaft within her, milking it as her muscles tightened as she thrust her cock between her soft belly and the horse's solid chest.
The beast's fur provided texture, sending delicious sensations into the massive member. As she bucked something seemed to give way inside Myshelle. Her cock leaked precum, or at least tried to. But rather than leak, a thick, plentiful torrent shot out, lubricating the passage between satyr and equine flesh, making it all the easier to buck against the beast.
It dripped down her belly, down into the gulf between her breasts, it quickly coated them as Myshelle squeezed her tits together, the warm precum seeming to aid the flow of her milk, two thick fluids dripping down her breasts now.
A second warm jet spread over her, and a third, leaving her coated and dripping with her own arousal. Her skin felt warm as she broke out into a shameful flush, tears leaked from her eyes as the scraps of her human self surged to the forefront, protesting her treatment.
All she had wanted was some relief for her fat, throbbing, aching horsecock. It felt so wrong to think that, so very wrong, so very disgusting. The last remnants of Myshelle's original personality surged to the surface. She shuddered as she realized what she was, what had happened to her.
Her true consciousness had escaped from the pleasurable prison it had been placed in, finally able to break free as even her newly transformed satyr self had been horrified as she'd been penetrated by two animals against her will.
And yet she could not stop herself, she couldn't keep her hands off her tits, couldn't stop thrusting against the horse above her, couldn't prevent her long, bovine tongue from curling around the shaft in her mouth, caressing it, coaxing it closer and closer the climax. Her hungry flesh, hungry for food and for sex, for overindulgence of any sort. Her lusts were out of control.
The part of her that had been Melissa felt gleeful, delighting in the sensations of a larger body, a larger cock, and bigger, more sensitive tits. It felt so good to be a satyr, and most of her mind was that of a satyr now. The essence of Melissa uniting with the bits of her consciousness converted into one of the fey creatures, overwhelming Myshelle's sanity with an endless deluge of sex.
It wasn't fair! How could she ever hope to return to her human self, return to the her old life, with so much magic and an entire other person within her longing to dive deep into a pool of desire, never to come up for air?
It was so seductive, the offer of so much pleasure and delight every day. It would be so easy to merely let go, to allow herself to become a satyr. The true Myshelle, the real Myshelle, the one buried beneath an additional 425 pounds of mass, didn't want to stay, didn't want to be fat, didn't want to be a shemale.
She was a woman, she wanted to be a woman, a proper woman, without a cock. But she... she couldn't give up Melissa. She wasn't sure how she truly felt about the neon satyr that was now a part of her. She lamented spurning her years before, she could easily have had the love and affection that would have brought joy to her miserable, icy, empty life.
She could have it now; all Myshelle had to do to feel that love, the love and lust of her fellow satyrs, was to give up everything that she was, that she had been. Give up her career, her home, her possessions, her body, her gender, her individuality. Her personality and memories and those of Melissa would meld more and more over time, resulting in a single individual.
The longer she was a satyr the less she would remember her human life, the less she would care about what she had been. It was so tempting, so very tempting to give up her old life, her old, empty life. All she had was money and fame, and they didn't make her happy, at all.
It took all her willpower to fight her satyr self, to prevent the slutty shemale that she was becoming from taking control of her consciousness, stuffing her into a corner of her mind, and leaving her to helplessly watch as her new self began a new life.
But it felt so good, feeling her precum saturated folds of skin and flab rubbing against each other. Having huge, milk filled udders that gave intense, erotic feelings when squeezed; she could only imagine what it would be like to be properly milked. And her cock, oh gods, her cock.
She couldn't imagine losing it now, she couldn't possibly go back to being just a normal woman, not after she'd felt the pleasure of her thick, bestial rod erupting, the weight of heavy equine balls between her legs, the delicious pleasure that surged over the length each time she stroked it. Sure, it would need to be smaller if she were to continue her modeling career.
Myshelle didn't want children anyways, odds were she'd never find a husband, and the pregnancy would be devastating on her figure. So she didn't need a pussy anyway. Just a big, beautiful horse dick, just long enough to reach her lips, just long enough to curl her tongue around and...
All thoughts, of sex, of humanity, of fear and confusion about her conflicting emotions and desires, all were washed away upon a white tide of pleasure as Myshelle felt herself climax.
It was like a tidal wave of cum pouring forth from her, a tsunami of seed that instantly doused her in her own essence within moments. There was so much of it, so much more that poured from her now that she sported a three foot length.
Without a mare to contain the jets, to slow them down, to direct them back out once her womb had been filled, Myshelle found herself expelling gallons upon gallons of seed, leaking away the excess of the some three hundred pounds of Melissa that she'd made a part of herself.
And what of Melissa? The sweet, sexy satyr would always be inside Myshelle, and she most certainly wouldn't like being a skinny human. She would want to stay at the Amorous Satyr, to continue performing, to...
Myshelle's mind hiccupped once more as the twin stallions experienced climaxes of their own, their warm, wonderful bestial seed surging into her, lighting up strange, psychic pleasure centers.
No wonder they would send the new girls in to be horse whores; Myshelle felt rather light headed and bubbly, giggling, and horny. Like she was drunk and popped a few Viagra. She wasn't sure if her lustful intoxication came from the satyr magic or the sorcery woven into the fey beasts themselves.
Even with her human self in control, she felt her inhibitions falling away, basking in the afterglow of the powerful climax the stallions had given her. She nearly whimpered and begged for them to return their cocks into her mouth and tailhole when they pulled away, having little interest in her now that they'd gotten their rocks off.
Myshelle was left in a pool of her own cum, her entire body dripping with shemale satyr seed. The scent made her achingly hard, the effect that it would have upon a human. She was still human! She just needed to get away! To take off the necklace and toss it aside. But that could wait, she was soooo horny, and there were so many mares close by.
It wasn't like things could get any worse. She'd boned a beast once; she might as well do it again. Besides, there might be some sort of problem if she didn't drain herself of the extra mass that was stored up from the pendant's magic. Once free of the cursed jewelry, her natural metabolism would reassert itself, and the pounds would just slide right off.
Myshelle smiled, this was the stable, after all, she could see the neon lights of the club next door through one of the windows. As soon as she'd fucked a mare, she would be able to just walk right out that door.
The satyr rose, dripping with her own seed, her long, thick, bovine tongue slipping out of her mouth, lapping up some of the mess as she walked, letting her satyr instincts guide her to the most desirable mare.
Rather than approach one of the free roaming horses, Myshelle made her way to an enclosed stall. She opened the latch and stepped inside. Gasping at the site within.
She found it erotic, hideous, disgusting, and so very arousing. A blonde woman peered up at Myshelle from her place in the straw, a look in her eyes equal parts, fear and pleading lust.
At first glance she seemed to be a satyr, her body furred and equine to the waist, but the long tail matching her blonde hair was a bit lower than it ought to be, scarcely covering her dark black pucker.
Her hands had become hooves as well, absolutely useless for the purpose she was trying to put them to, trying to give pleasure to her aching, throbbing stallionhood. Her cock dripped thick precum onto the floor.
Myshelle could see that the fur had begun to creep up onto the woman's midsection, her ears long and furred as well. A few small changes in the face showed that she wasn't becoming a satyr, but rather an outright stallion.
Unable to speak, the horse-woman let out a soft, pleading sound, her tail raised. Myshelle couldn't help herself, as this was just about the perfect thing to set off her satyr lusts. A mix of human and beast, the exotic and strange.
The satyr stepped forward, bringing a cum-covered hand to the woman's rump, rubbing her seed against the she-stallion's tailhole to ease the entrance of Myshelle's own stallionhood.
The woman cried softly, tears of relief and terror, the scent of her longing thick in the air.
Myshelle brought the flare of her cock up to the she-stallion's rump, gripping her tail, preparing to sink her shaft into the poor plaything. But another scent reached her nose, one that made her mouth water and her belly rumble.
Food came before sex, she still wasn't big enough. Or so her satyr-self believed. What were a few more pounds? It'd take her months to ditch all the weight anyway.
The former model turned her back upon the captive woman, clopping clumsily towards the enticing aroma.
She didn't have far to go, she stepped from the stable stall to find Kora standing a few feet away with a grin, an erection, and what looked like a rather large can in one hand.
Myshelle found herself turning beet red, "I... I..." she stuttered, feeling humiliated that she'd been caught here by the captor. It was obvious what she'd been doing.
"My, looks as if you're the popular girl. A mare, two stallions, and just about to get it on with our resident horse thief." The red-headed satyr said with a chuckle.
The former model found herself crying, "P-please, please let me go, Mistress." She begged, "Please, change me back. I... I've learned my lesson."
Kora only grinned the wider, waving the can under Myshelle's nose, the delicious scent making her drool, her bovine tongue lolling out, trying to scoop up whatever was inside.
But the satyr kept the tin out of reach, "There's a problem, my dear. You see, if you leave, you take dear Melissa with you. I think you'd be much happier if the two of you stayed for awhile, and then made your decision once you've gotten your hybrid mentality sorted out."
Myshelle shook her head, dropping to her knees, wrapping her arms around her Mistress' waist, taking all the willpower she had not to lick or caress the sweet cock that was so very close to her. She could feel the delicious warmth, it would be so easy to have that warm sweetness between her lips.
"I... I don't want to be a satyr! I don't want to be fat!" she protested.
"I don't hear you saying you don't want to be a shemale, my toy. I don't hear you saying you don't want to have these big, sexy udders." Kora reached down and ran a latex-clad fingertip in a circle around one of Myshelle's nipples, making small droplets of milk leak from it.
Myshelle whimpered, unable to contradict Kora, even her human self didn't want to be quite as human as she had originally been.
"But I am a fair woman; I'll let you decide what you truly are." She said, dipping a finger into the can and returning with a dollop of something thick and not quite white in coloration.
Myshelle found it within her mouth, the taste spreading across her tongue, her four stomachs rumbled, craving whatever the wonderful, delicious substance within the can was.
As Kora pulled her finger away, Myshelle found herself following it, trying to suckle the last bits of the wonderful foodstuff. The lead satyr merely laughed and took a few steps back.
"Now, I'm going to count to thirty. You can prove you're a human by being able to resist what I'm offering. You have food and you have sex. Both base desires, both things that are irresistible to indulgent fey such as my pets. A human would be able to hold off her urges for a few short seconds. And even if you can hold on that long, honey, do you really want to? You know how good it feels to be a satyr. You know you'll be loved here. You know I can offer you wonderful opportunities that you'd never find out in the human world. It's your choice."
Myshelle's eyes widened and she pulled her tongue back in, trying unsuccessfully to rein in her saliva, "Th-that's not fair! The satyr magic, and Melissa, and the pendant, how am I supposed to be able to chose? What if I can resist just one? I... I'm so hungry..."
Kora grinned, "I'm not sure you'll want to do that. After all, this is some special stuff. A lot of enchantment went into this. It's pure lard, I'm not sure exactly how much more weight you'll gain, but if you eat a cup full of this stuff, you'll never lose weight beyond what it gives you."
Myshelle's eyes widened in horror, and her stomachs protested all the louder, her satyr-self wanted it, Melissa wanted her to devour it, to become the biggest satyr in the entire club, the pendant around her neck demanded that she eat.
"But alright. If you can hold off from eating, I'll take away all those extra pounds. If you can keep your lips off my cock, I'll change you back into a human. You do both, you can walk out of here however you want to look, keep the parts you enjoy, ditch all the rest, deal?" the satyr seductress said with a grin.
Myshelle closed her eyes and took in a deep breath, holding it in as she nodded. Just as long as she could keep herself focused on something else besides what Kora had to offer, she'd be okay.
"One, two..." Kora began to count.
Myshelle could prove herself human easily, and when she did she'd be able to walk out of the Amorous Satyr on her own two feet, though hooves weren't all that bad, but they didn't lend themselves to fashion very easily.
She'd be able to get exactly what she wanted, a nice big bust, and Kora could probably alter her cock to make it big and thick when she was aroused and wanted it out, and small and inconspicuous otherwise.
With Melissa within her, Myshelle was sure she could keep herself and her lover's spirits separate, so she'd have someone to talk to, to have fun with, someone kind and caring that loved her for her.
But then again it would also be nice to let the unpleasant parts of Myshelle drift away, portions of her icy, prickly personality, her unfriendly demeanor, and her whole ice queen thing. She could go and find a cock to loosen her up every once in awhile, or, better yet, find a cute model that was just starting out, eager to spread her legs to get ahead, even for another woman.
Then again she'd have to keep the tale of Myshelle's member a secret. If she stayed on at the club, odds were that there would be a steady stream of men, women, and every gender in between that would love to have a roll in the hay with her.
That brought back to mind the sexy she-stallion. Not only would she have lovers as part of her duties at the Amorous Satyr, but she'd also have the stallions, the mares, and the occasional plaything, like the former horse thief. Strange exoticness that she would never be able to get as a human, at least not without paying through the nose for it.
And she wouldn't be alone here, there would be the other satyrs, whom were already her friends. Stephanie, the dragon-satyr cook, Dixie, the dark elf that had been beside her at breakfast, and so many others. All of them loved her, cared for her. Kora especially.
The two shared a bed more often than not, the lead satyr understanding of Myshelle's Motzenger's Syndrome, and always eager to lend a hand, or a cock, or a tailhole, or a pair of lips.
She was sure Kora would miss her company, as Myshelle was one of the few satyrs that say that their Mistress was a person too and needed friends, not merely pets. Kora would miss her if she left, and there would be an empty spot on the couch and half of a big bowl of popcorn uneaten when Kora watched their favorite shows.
Myshelle gasped and shook her head, trying to clear her mind, trying to rid herself of Melissa's memories. She was breathing again, her eyes open.
"Twenty four, twenty five..." Kora grinned and reached into the can, slathering her cock with the thick, greasy lard.
Myshelle couldn't help it, ninety five percent of being surged forward, shoving the small portion of her psyche that still remained fully human into the back of her mind. The can of enchanted lard was in one three fingered hand, the other curled around Kora's cock, holding it as she greedily licked it clean.
Tears filled her eyes, the only protest her human self could make as she was forever enslaved to the satyr. She felt her body begin to swell, already using the manifold calories from the lard to bulk up her flesh. As she grew her human self withdrew in disgust, curling up into a ball in the tiny corner of Myshelle's mind. Not wanting any part of the shemale slave-slut she'd become.
No... not a slave, not even a pet. She was Kora's friend, her lover, not merely an employee or another satyr to snuggle with. Now that she wasn't going to be aching for sex all the time, things might even become a little bit tighter than that, more romantic. Yes...
"Mmm... thank you Myshelle," Kora moaned, reaching down and stroking the bovine satyr's ears, "I don't know what I would've done if you'd taken Melissa away from me. You're going to love it here, but then again, you already know that, right?"
Myshelle nodded; of course she'd love it here. She'd been there for almost as long as she could remember; the parts worth remembering anyway.
She reached into the tin, taking a mouthful of lard, enjoying the sensations of her expanding body. She wondered how big she would get. The bigger, the better.
-o-
Caitlyn moaned and pressed into the ample backside of the satyress dancer before her. She'd been rather shy about coming to the club, at first coming inside she'd wanted nothing more to get out, but then she'd seen this lovely woman dance, and she knew she'd be stopping by every so often from then on to get a glimpse.
The Amorous Satyr didn't have a cover fee, a minimum tip, or a drink minimum, though Caitlyn tipped heavily. It was worth it for the strange, erotic feelings she experienced. Somehow the seven hundred pound shemale satyr could make her cum from across the room, and right up close like this... oh it was heaven.
She bucked her hips, pressed her denim-clad loins against the white and blue fur of the performer's backside. She didn't seem to mind the contact. In fact, there was an awful lot of contact. Mainly because there was an awful lot of satyr butt.
The young blonde student sat upon the curved padded couch that seemed to be constructed in the Amorous Satyr's VIP lounge just for Myshelle to give lap dances. If she got a little too excited and pressed too hard, she'd break the chair the patron was sitting on, and possibly even the patron themselves.
The couch was very well padded, but a stiff padding, that barely dented from Caitlyn's one hundred and forty pounds. Myshelle spun with surprising grace, lifting a hooved leg that likely weighed more than her client did. Her huge, beautiful horse cock throbbed, apparently she enjoyed the lapdance as much as Caitlyn did.
"Wh... what does it feel like? Having one of those?" she asked, remembering her instructions, not to grope the dancers without having paid for the privilege. It was all she could do to stop herself from licking the golden ring upon the flare of the dancer's cock.
Myshelle moaned softly, shaking her hips and rear, "It feels wonderful, incredible, better than..." she took a deep breath and turned to the side, a generous surge of precum dripping onto the floor.
"Would you like to try it?" she asked the human, a grin on her face, "No charge."
"I'd love to!" Caitlyn said ecstatically without thinking, "Err... wait, what do you.... AAAAH!"
Myshelle changed her dance every so subtly, picking up the pace, leaning back against the heavy, reinforced bar placed before the couch. She leaned back with surprising grace, wrapping her thick legs around Caitlyn's waist. The satyr began to thrust and buck, her balls against Caitlyn's breasts, the cock so tantalizingly close...
She couldn't help herself. The girl wrapped her arms around and hugged the length against her, planting a kiss of the precum-drenched cockflesh, crying out with climax as she did so, her hips thrusting as hard as she could.
She felt something give way inside of her, something surging outward, like her normal climax, except it seemed to go on and on, down past the lips of her sex, pressing against the silk of her panties, the denim of her jeans, and then erupting with wet, hot, explosive bliss, surging outward against the satyr's bulk.
Caitlyn didn't notice the heat and wetness in her loins, as her entire upper body was coated in thick, sweet satyr seed. She gasped softly and fell back, eyes half lidded in a state of blissful lust.
Myshelle grinned and she untwined her legs from around another satisfied customer. Caitlyn would be occupied with herself for a good hour or two. The human dreamily tugged her ten inch length, decent size on a human. Myshelle didn't want to get her into the bestial stage too quickly, she knew her client would just love having a horsecock, but she wanted to take it slowly.
Temporary transformations as a first, a few hours to feel the best parts of having the male member, then when she was curious about how the equine length would feel, they'd take it from there. Temporary until Caitlyn asked her if she could keep it, and then from the equine cock, she'd see if she could coax the cutie into a few more satyr-ish features. It was more fun the longer than change was drawn out.
She sighed; it was the one thing she regretted about her transformation. She'd walked into the bar, said a few words, and experienced a world of bliss in less than twenty four hours. Not even a day between skinny bitch, and busty, beautiful, big-balled babe.
She felt the familiar sensation rise in the pit of her gut, quickly turning into a shameful blush. Myshelle loved the aspect of her change, the little bit of her old, human self that remained, stuffed into a corner of her consciousness, allowing her to feel delicious shame, humiliation, and disgust at the things she did, making them all the more delectable.
She walked from the VIP room, out into the main bar area, a grin spreading across her face as she saw the familiar red on black of Kora from behind. With a giggle she wrapped her hefty arms around the smaller satyr.
Kora turned her head, allowing Myshelle's lips to meet her own, allowing the bovine satyr's tongue to slip hungrily into her mouth, her own long, studded tongue curling around it, seeking entry into Myshelle's own maw.
The spotted satyr's three fingers hands gripped her Mistress' breast and groin, the latter of which got a playful swat as Kora turned, her latex-gloved hands running over Myshelle's pale skin, fingertips slipping between plentiful folds of flesh to tickle the sensitive skin hidden within, giving the bovine's udders enough of a playful tweak to make droplets of milk form upon her nipples, but not enough to let them leak down.
Kora pressed against her, Myshelle feeling a heat in the redhead's loins, her Mistress' cock half hardening as the bovine's hands moved down Kora's back, gripping her rump and pulling her lover even closer.
The redhead broke the kiss, panting, her eyes darting across the room where patrons stared, their attention diverted from the stage, where a feather winged, unicorn satyress also seemed enraptured by the two.
"Get out of here before the customers blow their loads for free." Kora said with a giggle.
"Yes, Mistress." Myshelle responded, shivering softly as a small flash of malice surged across her mind, like the bussing of a gnat, not even loud enough to make out more than the emotional content.
Kora grinned, "Waitress now. Matters of gender are a bit... flexible in temples of Krygar, be they brothel or restaurant. Nothing to clear up, hun, they actually called to confirm that we were coming again tonight."
"In more ways than one." Myshelle said with a giggle, "I'll remember to bring some condoms in my purse. I didn't think it was possible for someone's belly to grow so big so fast."
Kora patted the plentiful roundness, "And I'm sure you'd be an expert." She said with a grin, giving Myshelle a parting peck.
"Shoo, off with you! We're drawing the focus from the stage!" Kora said, giving Myshelle a swat to the rump, which the bovine satyr wiggled cutely as she strode across the room, slipping into the hallway beside the bar, heading for the stables. Oh did she ever adore the stables, especially the last few months...
-o-
Myshelle sat in the straw, mooing contentedly as a fey-foal suckled at her udder. The small creature ought to be weaned off milk by now, but the bovine satyr always had plenty to give.
She ran her three fingered hand over the foal's fur, radiant white coupled with deep navy spots, and an auburn mane and tail that faded to icy blue at the tips.
The little boquine (Bo from bovine, quine from equine) always trotted up to greet Myshelle on her little cloven hooves.
"My, you're getting big," Myshelle said, patting the four month old foal, "You're getting your horns in early." She said, raising a thick finger to scratch at the base of her horns, five inches long and following the curve of her head, rather unlike bovine horns.
"Just like your daddy." She said with a smile, moaning softly as she stroked her cock, the words always bringing those delicious, arousing feelings of disgust and shame to the surface.
Oh how she loved being a satyr. |
(F tf hybrid, ermine-goat anthro, feral)
Kyle was a good looking guy but also rather soft spoken, and generally avoided conflict so he had a habit of flying under everyone's radar. The few girlfriends he had in the past broke up with him simply because he was too timid, and they were looking for something a bit more thrilling. He would unknowingly strike it lucky this night however. As he slept his underpants tented from an erection and a minuscule woman appeared on his open windowsill. The little Fae women was no more than three inches tall and grinned devilishly as she fluttered into his bedroom in the cover of night and slid his underwear down. She barely leaned back in time to avoid the erection from smacking her across the face as it sprung out from its cloth confines- it was twice as big as her entire body! She wore no clothing in the first place, and quickly fluttered up and sat on the head of the penis. She was prepared to grind her tiny slit on the rubbery glans but heard Kyle groan in his sleep. An odd reaction. She used her magic to look into his dreams and seem a flurry of mixed feelings- turmoil of his past relationships. Well that soured the mood. But she had least had the power to solve this. She cast a spell that used the emotional energy spent on his past relationships and his desire to find someone right for himself and condensed that energy into power to grant his wish. She fluttered off his dick with a nod and smile and vanished back into the night.
Kyle woke up the next day not knowing anything happened at all in the night. It was his second day off, so he would be back to work tomorrow. He woke up slowly and got himself a cup of coffee, grabbed his guitar and went out to the fire exit. He would often strum his guitar idly with his legs dangling from the fire escape on the back of his apartment building, overlooking the narrow lane between buildings. As soon as he stepped out though he immediately spotted something very unusual. He seen something large and pale through the metal grating that made up the fire escape stairs, but when he walked to the edge to look over he immediately recognized a young woman, completely nude, sitting in a dumpster! Her butt had sunken in between garbage bags and it looked like she was stuck- flailing her arms and legs around trying to get herself back out.
"Uhhh, miss? Are you ok down there?"
She looked up at him confused for a moment, then made grabby hands toward him. "Kyle!"
"W-wuh? Uh, yes? Do I know you?"
She grinned. "Kyle!"
Was she on drugs? Actually now that he thought of it, her position makes it look like she fell into the dumpster... did she fall off the fire escape? Maybe she has brain damage. How did she lose all her clothing though? The bottom part of the fire escape was chained up and did not reach the ground so Kyle went down through the building and around to the lane way to help her out. Her hair was platinum blond to her shoulders and a bit frazzled. Her breasts were pudgy little A cup hills capped with extremely pale pink nipples and tiny areola. Her skin was abnormally pale, like she had not gone outside in years. Her eyes were bright and wide, and she seemed fully aware but at the same time, had a hard time understanding him, and only replied with one or two words. Her iris were purple as well, which as far as he knew was not a natural eye color. Kyle was getting nervous someone would walk by and see him talking with a young naked woman and think he was doing something to her, so he ushered her inside and scurried back to his apartment. He offered to call the police to see if anyone knew her but she looked worried and immediately moved to stop him. She knew his name, and did not want help from anyone else, but was unable to really tell him much of anything- including a name of her own. She had been pulled out of a dumpster so he offered for her to use his shower. She nodded and referred to it as 'inside rain' before skipping off to clean herself up.
Was he going to get in trouble for keeping her here? She seemed to have severe amnesia or something, but on the other hand seemed fully aware of what he was doing when he went to call the police, and knows his name for some reason. The last thing someone that confused and empty headed needed was to be even more panicked so he did not want to press the issue and try to call the authorities again. At least not yet. Kyle supposed the only other thing he could do right now was to take care of her himself till she remembered more. He got a shirt and pants for her to put on when she got out of the shower. When she came out she still sopping wet and looked like she was about to shake the water off when he quickly directed her back into the bathroom and told her to use the towel first. When she smiled he noted she had very slightly bucked teeth, and her eyes were slightly crossed too. If anything it made her look even more cute. It oddly made Kyle think of something he had not in many years. When he was really little he sort of admired how extravagant women's clothing looked, and had made up a queenly figure he tried to draw a few times. He used his favorite color to draw her eyes- purple. He also remembered the other boys making fun of him for the drawings and never drawing her again.
She seemed sort of child-like and she was young looking, but also clearly adult in frame. The more Kyle tried to press her for information, the more she used the word 'wish'. Like she was trying to identify herself as his... wish? He was also pretty sure she put the shirt on backwards, but it was so ridiculously big on her it didn't really matter. When he sat with her on his couch to talk she immediately sat right up against him as if to flirt with him, but did not advance any further. Once Kyle decided he wasn't going to get any information out of her right now and started watching TV with her, she leaned on him and gently held his arm to snuggle close. Kyle had no idea what to think but couldn't bring himself to question it. He found a naked flirty amnesiac, it kind of seemed like a jackpot, but he also did not want to take advantage of her. She ended up falling asleep against him and he had to gently slip out of her grip after to check up on things on the internet. When she woke up again later they tried playing video games together- she learned surprisingly fast for someone who barely knew how to speak. He also noted she picked up a few more words as she played with him. Maybe her memory was slowly coming back.
Kyle let the woman have his bed while he slept on the couch. The window was right over the couch but the buildings around him were too tall to see the night sky through it. The only light at night was the glow from some neon signs just around the corners. He had a bit of a hard time getting to sleep, continuously thinking of the woman in the other room. A complete stranger that somehow knows him, but nothing else. He woke up later in the night and assumed he was still dreaming till the powerful pulse of pleasure hit him. He sat up on his elbows quickly, looking at the woman who had her face buried in his crotch!
"W-what are... you...?" His voice trailed off, again completely unsure of what was going on but unwilling to stop it.
She looked up at him but did not take her lips from around his dick, gently working his shaft while her tongue delicately ran up and down the shaft inside. She held herself up with one hand and cupped his balls with her other hand. Whenever she pulled up on his cock her tongue traced the corona of his glans skillfully. It certainly did not seem like an amateur job. So she somehow knows absolutely nothing, including about herself, but knows Kyle and still remembers how to give a great blowjob? Kyle had not gotten off in some time now so it did not take long to reach climax. She popped her head down, burying his entire dick in her mouth as he came and quickly swallowed it as it came. She let it settle down and start to go soft before she slowly slid back off.
"Did I do good?"
"Y-you can talk!"
"I... hard to think. I think but no... I not... words." She furrowed her brows in frustration, knowing she was barely understandable. Her voice was high toned but soft.
"Well you are already doing a lot better than before!"
"Because purpose." She seemed to cheer up a bit again.
"What purpose?"
"Me purpose."
Now he furrowed his brows a bit, trying to understand. "What is your purpose?"
"You."
"... I am your purpose? What does that mean...?"
She furrowed her brows again in thought. "I no have word for that."
Kyle suggested they just get some rest, and she agreed but unexpectedly she did not return to his bed. She climbed further up on him and plopped down, going to sleep on top of him, half wedged between him and the back of the couch! Again, Kyle had a hard time getting to sleep again because of it, but it was far too surreal and comfortable to actually complain about. When morning came he had to squeeze out from under her and woke her up accidentally as he had to dash back to his bedroom quickly to turn his work alarm off. He was so tired from the poor sleep the night before though, Kyle immediately called in sick to work. He just flopped back down on his bed and went to sleep again on top of the blankets, with his legs still draped off the side. When Kyle woke up again it was to the fire alarm and he stumbled off the bed onto the floor because of the odd position he fell asleep in! The alarm turned off as soon as he exited his bedroom and he seen the woman waving a towel around in the air by the open living room window, trying to fan the smoke out.
She smiled a bit nervously at him. "First meal is ready. Kyle hungry?"
She apparently cooked him breakfast... even though it was 1 in the afternoon. He was a bit unsure of it when he seen it. The bacon looked like charcoal, the sunny-side up eggs turned out scrambled, and she was afraid of using a knife to cut up little potato squares to fry so she attempted to fry mashed potatoes, but cooked them at the same time as the egg causing them to be mixed together. Luckily, Kyle was not a picky eater, and no one had ever made him breakfast before. The bacon tasted a bit charred obviously but for the most part it all still tasted alright, even though it looked like someone scraped it off the floor. When he was done eating, she presented him with several pieces of paper, with child-like drawings on them. She had found his notepad in the night and drawn up crude diagrams.
"This try to tell where... er... what me is."
He looked at the drawings but they were not much easier to understand than her jumbled mess of words. A faerie came in his window, cast a spell on him, which caused the woman to appear outside, but she tried to climb the fire escape only to fall off and land in the dumpster.
"So... you are saying some faerie godmother came and poofed you into existence... for...?"
"You! I am for you."
He chuckled, but sobered quickly when he seen her expression sadden at his disbelief. "So you are magical? How can I... can you prove it? Do something magic?"
"I am not faerie, I can't not, er, can not cast spells." She thought hard for a moment trying to think of how she could prove herself to her master. "What Kyle desire? I am for best like, so when you want more something, I can do!"
"D-desire? In a person? I dunno, I guess someone who likes to cuddle a lot, a good listener-"
The woman bopped him on the head playfully. "Those not things you see. I can't prove without showing."
"Oh. Right. Uhm..."
She crossed her arms at how long he was taking. "Big boobs?"
"Hah! Well yea, what guy doesn't li- er, I mean, yea. I guess I can appreciate larger endowments."
The woman lowered her brows at his terrible attempt at modesty. She felt a little bit dizzy though, and realized she was deviating from her purpose. She was making him uncomfortable by putting him on the spot like that and asking him embarrassing questions. She quickly changed gears and told him he should probably have a shower to help wake up first, giving him an out. Once he left the room she started to snoop around his apartment trying to find clues as to what he likes, till she spotted his PC which was still on from the night before- he forgot to shut it down, only the monitor was turned off. She did not see anything incriminating at first glance, but noticed the mouse was hovering over a folder. When she opened that folder she seen a sub folder inside titled 'XXX'. He had his porn folder on his desktop before because he lived alone anyway- but when she showed up he moved it into another folder to hide it. Not well enough, obviously. This had all the information she needed. She had a brief flashback of one of Kyle's memories, of losing one of his girlfriends after she found out he was into furries and she was very not. The woman smiled at finding this information though- it would be easy to prove her magical nature this way, because half animal people do not exist in the world otherwise. Even the woman was not completely knowledgeable on her origin, but she knew enough. She is literally created from Kyle's desire for someone, so the more desirable she is, and the more she can fill that void the more 'real' she becomes, and her jumbled and simplified thoughts start to clear.
When Kyle came out of the shower and got dressed in casual 'day off' clothes again he noticed the woman staring at him with a cheshire grin.
"What? Remember something? A name at least?"
"I have no name to remember..." She had a brief flash of his memories, of the drawing of the queen he made long ago that she was made to resemble. She stole her appearance, why not her name too? "Gossamer. Maybe my name is Gossamer?"
She shook her head a bit remembering what she was actually waiting for him to say. "I can has proof! Watch, I will change to be more like."
She closed her eyes and concentrated, she was perched on the edge of the couch like a cat with her hands between her legs gripping edge and her feet up as well- so her knees were up at her chest. Gossamer's legs popped off the couch almost causing her to stumble off- she had not changed their position at all, they were getting longer. Already quite long to begin with to allow her petite frame to match Kyle's height, even though she was otherwise quite small in comparison. The added length was put entirely onto her feet, stretching the distance between ankle and toes. About halfway through the extension her big toe was left behind, shrinking down to a hardly noticeable digit to far off the ground to be used. Her toes reduced in mass as they stretched farther away from the ankle, becoming less flexible and also much shorter and plumper. The skin on the bottoms bulged up from the shifting mass as well as on the base of each toe, turning into fat pink bubbles of flesh before turning grey-pink, then bruise purple, and finally completely black. Her toenails shrank drastically in width and increased slightly in length. They became small, sharp pointed translucent claws. Her feet transformed into paws, but very small paws. For how long her legs were, the paws were almost comically small.
Gossamer let out a high pitched sound with high reverberance that sounded almost like a mix between a deer and goat. She squirmed in her seat, sliding back further onto the couch as a quick but intense prickling feeling fired down her legs in several waves. It was hard to notice at first because it was stark white, and her skin was incredibly pale to begin with, but she was growing fur on her legs starting at her thighs and going down her leg. When the growth reached her ankles though it increased considerably. The fur grew long just behind the pads of her small paws, forming long trailing wisps from the fetlocks. Now with her rump more firmly on the couch she lifted up her hands and kept flexing them open and closed, but then realized Kyle could not see and instead turned them to face him. Her hands were developing pads as well but less pronounced than on her feet- though the skin on them still quickly turned black. Her nails once again shrank into small pointed claws and her fingers became only slightly shorter- her hands remained structured the same, just with stumpier digits. Fur started to grow on the backs of her hands, but not the inside- all skin that was immune to the growth of fur turned black while the rest remained ghostly pale. Kyle could not see, but her shirt was so loose that Gossamer could look down the collar and see her already tiny tits shrink completely into her and her already pale nipples and areola start to fade into the rest of her skin.
Gossamer made another odd bleat in surprise, quickly jerking her head back as the prickly feeling fired up her neck. Before the fur even became visible on her throat, her head bowed forward forcefully from a pressure in her spine. Her neck let out several loud, hollow pops as it grew a bit longer. The fur grew extremely fast even in comparison to her legs, because it also grew a lot longer. So long in fact that as the platinum color bled from her hair to leave it pure white- you could not tell the difference between her hair and the fur around her neck. It formed into a massive fluffy mane! She quickly scrambled to pull the shirt off- she definitely did not need any more insulation with all that fur! As Gossamer pulled off the shirt it shoved all her mane into her face forcing her to hold her breath a second. Once the shirt popped off her mane slowly settled back down- being incredibly frizzy for a moment. Without the shirt, her fur started to advance onto her torso from her neck and shoulders, but was extremely fine unlike on her neck. It was powder soft and short enough that it did not hide any of the curvature of her body below. The fur was even more fine on her underside- you could see the pale peach tone of her skin through the fur on her chest and belly.
Gossamer cooed from the sensation of growth in her back, gathering into a pressure in her spine. She quickly got up onto the couch onto her hands and knees facing toward Kyle. She hooked her tiny finger claws on her pants and shimmied out of them knowing she would need the extra room in a moment.
She slowly bowed her back more and more as her voice raised in pitch. "A-aaa..aaaAAH!" Gossamer then quickly reversed, arching her back outward with the sound of several violent pops!
Her spine grew a bit in length, and two more sets of ribs extended her chest more. Her spine grew a bit longer after that, and her tail bone started to extend as well. The fur on her thighs quickly advanced now and overtake her rump and climb onto her tail but avoided the immediate area around her anus and vulva, leaving about an inch distance of bare skin. Her perineum shrank, drawing her vulva closer to the anus- aiming it backward more. The bare skin now exposed on the underside of the base of her tail, and around her privates formed an elongated diamond in shape. Gossamer also grinned as two black spots formed on her crotch and the darkness started to spread from them back toward her privates but not onto them. He did say he liked big tits. She cried out and lurched forward to counter the shift as her spine grew longer yet again, a bit in the torso and a lot in the tail. Her torso was quite long and incredibly flexible, but that also meant if she bent over at all while standing up she would just topple herself because her spine wouldn't have the strength to counter the shift in gravity. That is where her gargantuan tail came into play- its a counterweight so she can still balance her longer body. She quickly flopped over onto her side and squirmed onto her back, arching her body to grab her tail with both hands to try and counter the strong prickling feeling by touching the area, so the sensation was split between the two. As she slid her hands down her tail, her touch left very long, bushy fur in its wake. Even a bit longer than the fur around her neck, Gossamer's tail looked absolutely gigantic because of the volume of soft fur on it. Now that there was so much volume of fur it was much more noticeable- it was pure white but shone both teal and coral pink in the light; her fur is pearlecent.
Gossamer let out a distressed bleat and Kyle took a few steps forward, wanting to help her but not knowing what to do. Her face scrunched up in pain and her eyes closed tightly. Three openings were created in the skin along her hairline, stretched open by what looked like a disk of bone. Because it was stretched open it was unable to bleed, and because it was part of her transformation the broken veins quickly mended and re-routed inside. The disks widened, till each was about the thickness of a narrow can- like some smaller energy drinks came in. She opened her eyes again, breathing a bit heavily and he seen her iris had actually turned red, but were already fading back to purple. She looked straight up suddenly with more of a high pitched cry of pleasure. The feeling erupted from her head starting from the new growth but resonated through her entire skull- it was like the feeling of a good stretch, but in a part of her body that would never be able to have that feeling normally. The disk overlapping the front of either of her temples erupted outward very quickly into horns, forming a backward arch. The horns were not particularly long- about eight or nine inches total and were heavily ribbed. Like her fur, they were white but shimmered in coral pink and teal- but the pearlecent shine was much more prominent on the horns to the point where it was hard to miss in any lighting. A second later the disk in the middle of her forehead erupted into a third horn that jut straight out with no bend at all. The third horn was about ten inches long and rather than being ribbed, it was spiraled like a unicorn horn.
Her head was not done changing yet. Her lips tightened and squirmed at the feeling as ultra fine fur advanced onto her face and her entire skull became slightly more narrow- the shift in mass going forward and stretching her jaws out just slightly longer. Her nose grew a shade longer, putting the bottom closer to her top lip and the bridge of her nose flattened quite a bit, making it wider. The skin at the end of her now slightly triangular nose tip and her lips turned glossy black, and the two met in the middle, giving her a slightly goat face. Unlike a goat though, as the fur finished consuming her face two black dots appeared in the fur to mark her eyebrows, and three long whiskers grew out just over her upper lip, and two more from her eyebrows at half the length. Her ears became long and pointed as her face was finishing its changes, but became so large they flopped right over onto themselves. Her ears grew into giant elongated leaf shaped like a long-eared goat. The bare skin on the inner side of the large ears was black like the rest of her exposed flesh. Her nose and horns resembled a goat as well, but because her face just barely pushed out and the whiskers and coloration made her head more closely resemble a mink or ferret.
Gossamer was catching her breath still as she got up into her original cat-like pose, though her now very long body was steeply arched to achieve the pose. She grinned at the bewildered Kyle. Her still slightly crossed eyes changed a bit as she looked at him- her iris stretching sideways into horizontal slits. Her eyelashes were still long and full and pure black, which framed her eyes in contrast against all the white around it. Gossamer got up and walked over to him trying to be all sultry. His eyes were locked with hers, trying to understand the situation and her feelings, so he did not notice the black hills forming in her crotch. She put a hand on either shoulder as she was now much taller than him even though she was still petite in proportion. Gossamer giggled and pulled his face into her fluffy mane and hugged him. After a few moments though, she stood up straight again and thrust her hips into him, squishing something large and soft into his crotch! Kyle backed up a bit in surprise and then he seen her final touches.
Two large nipples stuck out from her crotch on two fat hills. As they both looked at it, the hills swelled out more, softly wobbling entirely on its own from the growth. As it stretched larger, the nipples grew as well, becoming both quite long and very thick. The fat hills grew together- fused in the middle- and once they reached the size of two cantaloupes the black flesh started to break up. Spots of pale skin started to appear- the flesh was only growing in peach toned now, causing the black skin to divide further and break up into increasingly small splotches and dots. As it grew still bigger Gossamer's legs bowed a bit and she moved both hands down from the feeling, cooing softly. She did not want to obstruct their view so her pudgy fingers only massaged the base of the top of the developing udder- where the soft bare flesh trailed onto her underside. Her fingers could start to feel thick veins under the surface- milk veins trailing into the base of the udder. Its growth started to push pressure out around itself as well, pushing on the sides of her hips and with a sudden jerk her hip bone popped and expanded. Her hips had been rather small for a woman, but quickly rounded out and then became even a bit wider than average. Her rump swelled a bit into a firm bubble butt to balance the growth. Now with more room, her udder continued to grow; the black flesh became several splotches orbited by several small black dots, while the majority of the udder was pale peach, but that too was starting to change. As the skin started to have a harder time keeping up the floppy squishy flesh started to firm up and pull more aggressively on her pleasure nerves causing Gossamer to squirm more. The pale peach flesh started to darken a bit and then blush powder pink, and finally a vibrant pink as the growth finally stopped. Her nipples were now full teats, and extremely fat, giving them a conical shape- making it easily identified as a goat's udder. Even when Gossamer stood erect on two legs, her udder did not completely flop between her legs- it was too pert. The bloated teats aimed at a diagonal angle, both forward and toward the floor. Each half of her udder was about the size of a basketball, making it quite large overall.
She did a bit of a twirl for him and threw up her arms to show off her body- her udder lagged a bit behind because of its weight. "Tadah! See? Gossamer can't do the magic, but I am still magical. I am for you, little magic person give me to you as random good deed."
"Wh- uh.. well... wow. How... I mean... you're a living being though?"
"I was made from another living being like others, just made different way. Gossamer was made from Kyle's desires. So the more you want me the more stronger I get."
Kyle scratched his head. "How does that work?"
Gossamer just shrugged. "I don't even need to eat or sleep really. I am powered all from you."
Knowing he was the type to take things slow, Gossamer took his hand and pulled him to the couch with her to play video games. Now that her head was more sorted out she would be able to play much better with him. She sat right next to him and coiled her massive fluffy tail around both of them, sitting its end across their laps. A few times Gossamer cheated- slouching in her seat deliberately using her long body to put her udder on display, which immediately distracted Kyle allowing her to beat him in the game. Afterward they watched some TV and eventually just started talking about random things. She knew how the world worked, but lacked any real worldly knowledge because she has no memories- she was literally born yesterday. Gossamer had some of Kyle's memories, but she never actually lived them so there was no context behind them- so she was really interested in random stories about his life to fill in the blanks for her. As they spoke she slowly inched closer to him. He sat up on one arm of the couch and she was perched like a cat between his legs, inching closer veeerry slowly. She won't make any sexual advances on him without him making the first move- unlike his past girlfriends, Gossamer was only as frisky as he wanted. She was extremely touchy though. She started to gently massage his legs as he spoke, never breaking eye contact with him. As she inched closer her hands slid farther up, eventually slipping under his shirt to feel his chest and heart beat. His legs were buried under her soft tail and her legs pressed against the inside of his. Her warm, soft, rubbery udder pressed into his crotch. She eventually was laying on top of him, with her head curled beside his. Kyle ran out of interesting things to talk about and just started rambling but she didn't care- she just liked to listen to his voice. Because he had such a bad rest the night before, he fell asleep early this night, with Gossamer on top of him acting like a living blanket with all her fluff.
Kyle woke up frantically the next day to his alarm. He scrambled around to make himself look proper and run off to work. He could not afford to take more than one sick day, so he had no choice but to leave Gossamer behind. At work, his coworkers were a bit sour about him taking yesterday off and they subtly started to dump some of their work on him. He worked in a grocery store, but just in the back, taking inventory, labeling pallets and storing or unloading stock as needed. Thanks to his day off, he was assigned to the makeup inventory today- the worst department to keep stock, because the boxes were so small they fell over easily and the shelves were usually a horrid mess.
Kyle went to place a box and seen several piled up behind it that did not belong there and sighed. "I could clear half this shit off onto the floor and actually raise the organization level."
"Haha, do it!"
He nearly jumped out of his skin and dropped the box in his hand as he looked up at Gossamer laying across the top shelf, several feet above him. "W-what the hell are you doing here!?"
Gossamer pouted. "I thought you would want some friendly company. Work sucks otherwise, right?"
He blushed. "But your an... well, part animal. And your naked!"
"You want me to wear clothes again? It doesn't work well with fur, but-"
"That's not the issue! If someone spots you, I am in trouble and you... I have no idea what will happen to you. They might take you to some lab to dissect!"
Gossamer felt a gentle pressure all over her body and groaned a bit. She slowly got up onto all fours and tried to sit up but her limbs suddenly started to shorten and restructure! Her fingers shortened and plumped up more as her hands stretched, leaving her thumbs behind to devolve as her hands turned into paws to match her feet! Her skull started to compress more, forcing her face to stretch out giving her a fully mink shaped head, though keeping her wide goat nose, long ears, and horns. While all this happened her skin kept tightening, compressing and forcing a gentle but persistent pressure through her entire body as she shrank! She shrank till she was as tall as Kyle even though her body was so long, and then she shrank to the size of a child, and then even further she shrank! Her limbs now no longer allowed her to stand up, so her udder was having a hard time clearing the ground under her- her teats dragged. She made several of her surprised high pitch bleats, but luckily her voice shrank with the rest of her so the sound did not carry far to alert anyone to them. When it finally stopped she looked like a fully feral version of herself- except she was tiny.
She tried to say something but could only make strange high reverberence sounds- she could not speak English in this form. Kyle put his hand up for her to climb on and she quickly jumped down into it and slithered around his arm and up his sleeve! He wanted her to be safe, which meant keeping her a secret, so her body adjusted; shrinking her down to a size where she is easily hidden, but still with him. Her body skittering around under his shirt wasn't too bad, her fur was so light and fluffy it only mildly tickled. What really distracted him now was the feeling of her udder- her limbs in this form were too short to let it clear the distance so everywhere she went she dragged her teats across his skin. Her body was only about as long as his hands if you include his fingers, and then her tail was basically the same distance- so her entire form was about from his fingertips to his elbow. That made her entire head about the size of a marble- and her udder about twice that. Whenever someone came near him she would skitter onto his back to hide from view, making sure no one seen the bulge under his top. Work was no less difficult, and Gossamer being there made him a bit nervous, but he was glad she was there still. Talking to her while he worked made it go a lot faster.
Everyone went to the lunch room to eat during break, but Kyle usually went to one of the offices in the back. Half because he was usually left with most of the stock counting so he worked while he ate, and half because no one talked to him on his breaks anyway, so he preferred the quiet. Since no one else went there- especially during the breaks, Gossamer quickly started to grow and jumped out of his sleeve before she got caught in his shirt. Her humanoid features returned as her size was restored and she curled up around him. He just wanted to relax- he forgot to make a lunch the night before and was too rushed in the morning to grab anything so he had nothing to eat anyway. Gossamer's clit hardened as her pussy started to plumpen up in arousal. She grinned a bit, knowing the only reason she would get aroused is if he wanted her to. He could do with a little stress relief and Gossamer knew just the trick.
Gossamer leaned onto him, pushing her padded hands up under his shirt again, pushing him back in the chair till it slid back against the wall and he just slipped out of it entire to join her on the floor. She grabbed him and laid back, pulling him down over her and pressed his face into her taught, bouncy udder. He grabbed either of her fat teats and squished them in his hands as he rolled his face in the soft crevice between her mammaries. He ran his own hands up her body, feeling her squirm a bit under his touch and softy coo in pleasure. Once his hands were braced high enough he drew himself up and she hooked a finger on his pants as he pulled himself up, sliding the pants down as he slid himself into her. She was quite tight, deliberately sized to just barely fit his cock alone in her- she was literally built for him after all. With each thrust her body rippled, moving in a wave up from her hip to her head. She kept her hands curled just under her mane by her chest like an overturned animal. He watched her cute black nostrils flare as her breathing increased and looked into her slightly crossed eyes as she watched him with a subtle smile on her glossy black lips. Her iris had changed again- they cooled off to a sapphire blue now. It seemed they alter their color depending on her mood- happy, pleasant emotions were blue, while aggressive emotions turned them ruby red. Purple was neutral. Gossamer curled her tail up under him pressing in on his butt from behind and warming his back with the soft fluff. Her bouncy udder made loud *plap* sounds as it bounced against his crotch and shuddered with every thrust- the fat teats flopping back and forth on the ends. She curled her long torso up while half her back was still flat against the ground as he reached climax. Gossamer tossed her arms over his shoulders and kissed him as he came into her hard. His living desires wrapped around his cock.
His eyes shot open wide as he heard someone coming down the hall! They quickly pulled apart and he scrambled to get his clothing back into place. He stood up and turned to Gossamer but she was already gone, or hidden. One of the supervisors came into the room to grab some business cards, glancing at Kyle with a raised brow. He seemed flustered and slightly out of breath, even though he was just sitting there. Assuming he was just being weird, she left without actually questioning things.
Kyle looked around after she left. "Gossamer?"
"Present!"
He followed her tiny voice to find her once again shrunken into her feral form, at his feet tucked under the table. She also had a huge round stomach that was dragging on the ground! She had to shrink suddenly to hide- but the cum in her did not shrink along with her, stretching her huge! It was so big she actually could not walk properly so he had to lift her up and placed her in his pocket for now. Kyle laughed at the absurdity of the situation. It would take some getting used to, but Kyle would live life much happier from then on, accompanied by his desires- his cute little Gossamer. |
Dating a Jackass “Where is she? I want those drinks we ordered.”
“John, can you please not make a scene.”
“Damn it, Mary, I paid for them and I expect some damned service.”
“It’s only been a few minutes, relax. There’s no reason to get upset.”
“I am not upset, and I do not need to relax.”
“You’re making an ass of yourself.”
“I am, haw, not!”
“I think your ears say differently.”
“What? Wait! What the hell is going on?”
“I don’t think that’s very hard to understand John. You’re becoming what you are. A jackass.”
“How dare you call me, hee-haw, a jackass, bitch!”
“Bitch, am I? How dare I? You asked me on a date, and here you’ve been nothing but boorish, self-absorbed, and rude. I figured you needed a lesson.”
“What the, haw, are you talking, hee-haw, about?”
“Simply put? I’m a witch, and I find guys like you reprehensible. Sometimes I like to be creative with my punishments, but you know, sometimes the old classics really can’t be beat.” “Wait, I don’t… hee-haw… under… stand.”
“You don’t need to. In a few minutes you’re going to finish busting those pants of yours and you’re going to be a nice little donkey for the rest of your life. A perfect jackass.”
“You… hee-haw… can’t… haw…do this to… me!”
“Oh, but I can, and I have. My, but is that your new tail, that I spy?”
“Hee-haw.”
“Your drinks, sorry for the delay. A daquiri for the lady and an old fashioned for the gentle…”
“Miss, I’m sorry to do this, but I think I need to go, my date has been most rude to you and I’m breaking it off. May I have the check please?”
“Uh… why is there a horse in here?”
“Oh, he’s not a horse, he’s a jackass.”
“Um, so, uh…, what do I do with him?”
“Just call this number, they’ll come pick him up shortly. Don’t worry, I’ll leave you a few extra dollars for the trouble.”
“Thank you, Ma’am. I’ll get that check for you.”
“Thank you.”
“Hee-haw!”
“Hush you, it’s a better fate than you deserve.” “Hee-haw!”
“Keep that up and I’ll geld you.”
“...”
“That’s better, now trot along outside like a good donkey.”
“Here’s your check, total was fourteen ninety-five.”
“Here’s a twenty, keep the change.”
“Thank you, again, ma’am.”
“No problem, I’m just sorry my date was so rude to you. I hope it doesn’t spoil your evening.”
“Quite the contrary, this is the most amusing thing I’ve seen in a long time. It made coming in worth it.”
“I’m glad you feel that way.” |
Should have worn a condom Ben scratched his balls through his boxers as he stumbled out to the kitchen. Trying to suppress a yawn he made for the smell of brewing coffee. “Must have coffee,” he mumbled as he grabbed at a clean mug.
A few sips and a deep sigh later he started back toward his room only to run into a petite, but very attractive, woman. Her dark hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail, and she was wearing what he guessed was Joseph’s shirt which stopped tantalizingly near her muff. “Uh, hi, I didn’t know Joe had a girlfriend.” Ben tried not to stare too much, but he couldn’t miss the prominent points that pressed out of the thin fabric over her breasts. He could feel himself rising to the sight, ignoring his own mental demands to not look, or touch, his new roommate’s girl.
She just giggled. “Hi, I’m Chrissy.”
“Oh wow, I didn’t know Joe had such good taste in women.” Ben tried to play it cool, sliding himself behind the couch to hide his growing erection as he made for his bedroom.
“He doesn’t, but hey, I’m still here.” Another giggle and she bounced towards the kitchen revealing more than a bit of her curvy, and very delicious-looking, ass as it bounced under the shirt’s short hem.
Ben made his way back to his bedroom to give her some space. He considered taking care of himself, too, before he went back out there again. She was fucking hot. Damn, but Joe was going to have to help him hook up with some of the girls he hung around with!
His ears perked up at the sound of the shower’s spray being turned on. Probably Joe, he thought. Sipping his coffee, he turned to surfing the internet while he waited for his own turn. Eventually, the water stopped and he heard the door open and close. Peaking out his own door to make sure the coast was clear, he headed for his own much needed shower.
The hot water allowed his mind to drift, thoughts of Chrissy popping up, and he wondered if he could get a date with a girl who looked like her. Three years without a steady girlfriend, and more than six months since his last hook-up, was making him pretty sick of his hand being his only companion. Too bad Chrissy was already taken or he’d try to tap that fine looking little minx. Still drifting in a sea of his own horny thoughts he didn’t even think about who was in the apartment when he popped the door open to let the steam billow out.
“Ooh, looking good there.” Chrissy’s voice echoed in the small bathroom.
Ben spun, grabbing for a towel. The petite bombshell standing was in nothing but a towel, leaning against the door frame.
“Oh, fuck,” he managed to mutter.
Chrissy gave out another giggle as she slid into the bathroom with Ben, running her delicate fingers up his chest playfully. “Oh, if that’s what you want, I don’t mind.” She let the towel fall away revealing the smooth curves and firm breasts that had teased him through the t- shirt earlier.
Ben could feel the blood rushing to his groin with her fingers stroking the hair on his chest. Her scent was sweet, like vanilla, and he could feel her the nails of her other hand running up his thigh, brushing at the hem of the towel that barely hid his cock from her. “Uh, but you’re Joe’s girlfriend?”
“Joe’s girlfriend?” She laughed; it was almost musical. “No, I’m not Joe’s girlfriend.” “Really?” Ben blurted out, amazed at the luck.
She smiled coyly, her fingers latching on around his hardening cock, rubbing up and down the shaft, letting her nails trace along its thickness.
“I, uh, wow.” Ben’s mind was reeling from the deftness of her touch. His thoughts turned carnal, dreaming of ways to bend her over and have his way with her tiny frame. He shook his head, the sexual fog that enveloped his mind lifting for a moment, “But if you’re not Joe’s girlfriend, why are you here?”
“Oh, I stay here from time to time when Joe’s away.” She cooed. Her hands moving in concert on his cock as she bent down, her lips wrapping around the head of his shaft.
Ben grabbed at the sink, trying desperately to hold himself up as he felt her lips around his cock, taking him with gusto as she played with his balls. It didn’t take him long to feel himself cum, shoving his cock hard against her as she slurped down the contents. She didn’t gag, she swallowed every bit and licked her lips and his cock tip for good measure.
She stood up wiping her face and licking her fingers. “Mmm, that was yummy.”
“Uh, yeah, wow.” Ben staggered just a bit as he felt the blood returning to his head.
“Well tiger, I’ve got to get going, I’ll see you around, okay?”
“Uh, sure.” She turned and let him watch her shake her delectable ass as she strutted out of the bathroom. Ben just stared after her, still trying to process that he’d just gotten the most amazing blowjob he’d ever had.
*** *** ***
Ben woke to the bed shifting. He groaned, and looked up into the inky darkness only to see little more than a shadow. He blinked a few times.
“Hi there, tiger, you up?” The voice was soft and sensual in his ear.
“Chrissy?” He mumbled.
He heard her giggle and felt his covers being tugged away as she straddled him. “I need some loving,” she purred as she rocked her hips against his, letting her pussy leave a trail of slippery good across the lower part of his belly. His own body responded quickly enough, and she eagerly slipped his cock inside her and began to ride. He could feel her muscles clenching around him, pulling at his cock in ways he’d never felt before. At first her movements were smooth, steady but she quickly picked up the pace. Ben’s body responded, and his hands wandered up to grope the bouncing tits that hovered over him in the darkness. He did his best to fondle them as her bouncing increased, pinching, and tugging lightly at her nipples even as he heard her moaning increase.
She had slid one hand behind herself, fondling his balls which made him arch his back slightly at the sensation driving himself deeper into her, eliciting a deep moan with each thrust. Her other hand was driven between her legs diddling at her clit as she continued to ride him. He moved his hands down to her ass, letting them grope the luscious softness as he pumped in motion with her.
He wasn’t sure how long he lasted, but when he came it felt amazing. He could hear her deep throaty moan in time with his response as she fell forward atop him, breathing hard. Her nipples pressed against his chest.
The last thing he remembered was her gentle kisses on his neck.
*** *** ***
Ben woke up alone the next morning. Chrissy was no where to be seen, and other than a large damp patch on the bedding there was little to show of the sexy escapades of the night before. A dopey smile on his face, Ben wandered out to the kitchen. Joe was standing there, looking rather disheveled and looking as if he hadn’t slept in three days. Red rimmed eyes peered back at him from over the lip of a steaming coffee cup.
“Dude, are you okay?” Ben asked, filling his mug with the steaming brew and moving out of the way so Joe could get a second helping.
“Yeah, I’m okay, just worn out.” Joe mumbled as he poured the first cup.
Ben set down his cup and scrounged for some eggs. “I got to say Joe, your friend Chrissy is fucking amazing.”
Joe blanched slightly, “You met her, huh?”
Ben tried to keep the shit eating grin off his face. “Met her, oh yeah, and what a meeting. Damn that girl is fine.”
Joe’s eyes narrowed slightly, “Wait, did you, um, do anything with her?”
“You mean besides the hot sex?” Ben made a rude gesture with his hips. “Fuck. Dude, this is important, did you use a condom?” Joe snapped at his roommate.
“Uh, I don’t remember.” Ben was a bit flustered by his normally quiet roommate’s sudden outburst and interests in his sex life.
“Oh shit.” Joe muttered.
Ben blinked, “What? She got like a disease or something.”
“Or something,” came the soft reply.
Ben stared a moment at his roommate, “Man, you’re starting to worry me. What the fuck is going on?”
Joe took a deep breath and turned a shade or two of red darker than his usual rosy cheeked look. “I don’t know how to tell you this, man, but Chrissy? Well, she’s me.”
Coffee went everywhere as Ben spit out the last of his cup. “What? No way!”
Joe shook his head. “Yeah, um, I’m kind of under a were-curse, and well, I’m a were-woman. Chrissy is my alter-ego. So, tell me now, did you use a condom?”
“I don’t think so?” Ben couldn’t remember her putting a condom on him while they were fucking last night. He knew he certainly hadn’t put one on.
“Shit.” Joe repeated.
“Shit, what?” Ben tossed the dregs and stared at his roommate, wondering how on earth the thick-limbed Joe could also be the hot little number named Chrissy with the perfect ass. “Dude there is no way you’re that fucking hot little piece of ass.” “Fine, don’t believe me, but in about four weeks you’re going to be one hot little piece of ass too.” Joe took another sip of his coffee, waiting for that news to sink in to the stunned Ben.
Ben opened and closed his mouth a few times before he finally said something. “You’re shitting me.”
“Afraid not. Look at it this way. Chrissy’s bi, so you’ll probably still get laid on the regular. Oh, and I’d stock up on birth control plan-b if I were you. Chrissy isn’t very good about taking the pill and if you get knocked up, you’re going to be a woman a lot longer than one weekend a month.” Joe took his coffee left the Ben standing there, slack-jawed, wondering what the hell had just happened to his life. |
(F tf doe, M dog tf dragon)
Gwen walked toward the forest as quickly as she could without being careless. Her memories of this place were very old, and things were very different now. Gwen has mid length bobbed light brown hair and eyes that matched its color perfectly. She wore absolutely nothing, but her form was wrapped in a tattered cloth tarp. She knew clothes would be worthless to her soon enough- she was meant to be a cervine! That is why she is making her way back to the forest- it was her home, in a different life. This is the second time now that she has died only to return again as a different creature. For the last while Gwen thought she was one of the few remaining humans, struggling to survive in a shelter with the rest of her clan. Her memories awoke again in herself though, and Gwen finally recalled what she was supposed to be- what she had been originally two lifetimes ago.
What had been the start of the forest eons ago was now the start of the forest again. The rusting shell of several abandoned bus sat in a field of flowers that used to be a parking lot- the shade of the insides of the vehicles provided a home for mushrooms and flowers that were too delicate for direct sunlight. All that was left of the bus station itself was parts of concrete walls and rusted rebar sticking out of it. Humans tried to claim this world, but stripped it of resources till they starved themselves to near extinction. The ones that did not kill each other over what little was left, left the planet in man-made seeds, to pollinate other worlds. The few human that remained on earth lived in deep underground shelters, still thinking the outside world was nothing but ruin. But they cannot kill the world. Humans can kill themselves, but save the utter destruction of the planet as a whole- they cannot destroy life. Whether it has to re-evolve from singular cells or simply repopulate, life will go on with or without humans.
Gwen had to be careful- walking bare foot could hurt her, but for the most part the ground was soft grass. The remnants of pavement would need to break down further before larger plants like trees took roots in these outer edges. She startled herself when she stepped on some broken glass from one of the windshields of a vehicle but sighed when she looked at the bottom of her foot and seen she was fine. Between being rolled around on the ground by wind, and the pounding of rain, all the glass shards had been worn down to glass beads- the edges perfectly smooth and harmless. As soon as she entered the forest proper Gwen felt a subtle, pleasant magic seep into her body- a power that belonged to her, but was lost on death, waiting to be reclaimed. The trees grew at random, odd angles, because there used to be human pathways and streets around the forest but had broken up and collapsed, causing there to be craters in the ground, forcing trees to grow almost sideways at some points. The trees were large but also spaced out, so many flowers grew between, filling the air with pleasing scent. Gwen twirled around the trunks of trees and pranced across the tall grass and wildflowers, but did not make it far into the forest before the muscles in her foot suddenly pulled taught without her input!
Gwen looked down and flexed her toes, immediately seeing her toenails were twice as thick and dark grey now! It almost looked like someone rest curved square rocks on her toes. The muscle felt odd when she moved her toes- it did not feel like she actually did it, but seen with her eyes that indeed she had. Gwen felt something pushing on her fingertips and quickly let go of the tarp she had wrapped around herself to look at her hands to see the same fate taking her fingernails. Normally the nails are sunken into the skin around it a bit, but they were growing too large for that now, instead starting to wrap over the skin. She tried to wiggle her fingers too but they seemed to be mirroring her toes too closely and turned too far already- only her pinky finger and thumb responded. The other three fingers tensed slightly and moved outward but that was it. Gwen's pinky finger and toes both got a bit shorter and a bit fatter as the joint count went down, matching the thumb and big toes. The bones in the body of the foot and hand squished together and fused into the cannon bone. The cannon bone stretched to its proper size, mirroring the length of her forearm and shins as her fingers and toes further merged toward the ends, but at a much slower rate as the cannon bone pushed them further from her body. The hand bones became the cannon bone, the first segment of the fingers and toes swapped mass- the center one being devoured by the flanking digits, creating two very large ones. By now Gwen's nails formed a triangular shell around the ends of all her digits, and then bulked up till the two largest were almost pressed into each other, but not quite.
Gwen was fully leaned against a tree for most of the transformation, because as soon as her feet started to lengthen she could no longer balance on her legs. She stood up off the tree now though and ended up staggering forward abruptly many paces, nearly falling forward so needing to take another step forward to prevent herself from teetering over completely. It was a lot easier on her feet with hooves now anyway. No need to worry about little rocks- they can't pierce the keratin shell. She still sort-of had four fingers below the skin, but the muscle structure and bulk of the meat around them did not really allow her to move them at all, so they did not function like fingers. She could wiggle the main two segments a bit, but that was the full extend of their mobility.
"Ha-aaah~" She hunched her back at the sensation and scrunched up her face.
Her ears were changing shape- the cartilage structure dissolving making the ears thinner and more mobile. Her voice when she cried out was also shadowed by an odd higher pitched sound like someone blowing lightly into a flute. Gwen felt a slight movement behind herself and was able to twist around just far enough to see the bushy triangle of a deer tail forming over her butt. It was not very large at all and essentially functioned as a flag to other deerkin. In looking herself over though- her eyes caught something approaching. Her tail flicked up in alert as Gwen turned to see a beast approaching. It was a doberman. A dog was no problem to a human, but the reason it is approaching Gwen in the first place might be because it smells deer- cervine don't get along so well with canines. The fact that it is up here without a master and no where near a human shelter also means it is likely feral.
"Andelen?" The dog barked once with confidence and Gwen sighed. "Thank God, I thought you were a mut coming to eat me." He let out a growl that sounded like a frustrated grumbling of an old man.
Andelen was her other half. He had been born again and died as many times as she had. Long ago a wyrm emerged from deep underground, erupting fire onto the surface and charring everything in its path. Seeing its flames destroyed whatever it touched, it learned to slow down and be more careful on the surface world. Andelen found his way to this region which at the time was a wasteland, mostly rock sheets with pockets of loose sand and patches of greenery here and there. There was a small herd of deer struggling to survive on what pockets of plant life still thrived here. The deer smelled fire and sulphur on the wyrm and knew immediately to stay away from the creature of destruction without ever having encountered a dragon before. One young doe however was too young and curious still and wandered from the rest to investigate, and the others were too afraid to get her back! Gwen spoke to Andelen and seen he had no intentions of harming anything. Like her, he was curious and had dug his way to the surface world to see what lay beyond his realm of magma. He asked her what ailment befell this land. The surface world was so full of life, but this was the first area he encountered that had very little. Gwen explained that the land was either too much rock, or too loose of sand- there was no nutrients in the ground for plants to draw life from. Andelen explained that where he came from, there was more than enough minerals and nutrients to enrich any ground- and he as well had the power to shatter or melt stone to break up the ground. Unfortunately his was the power of destruction, and in bringing his power out in this place he would incinerate what little plants remain. He could enrich the ground, but destroy all current life here in a blaze.
Together Gwen and Andelen worked to bring out his power in small, controlled amounts. Using bodies of water to quickly cool molten minerals he summoned from below. One was a delicate creature of the surface, the other a brutal creature of the down below. The two became lovers, and through tangling their hearts together their forms soon followed. The result was a being of both creation and destruction. Dead growth was burned away to fertilize new growth. Loose sand was compacted and solid stone was broken down. A wasteland became a massive forest, home to elder trees and a thriving ecosystem. But, that was two lifetimes ago for them. Over a thousand years for the world, and much had changed. Gwen was born again a human woman, while Andelen was reborn a doberman.
His glossy black dog lips curled up a bit into an odd, long smile as his little nub of a tail started vibrating back and forth. Gwen rolled her eyes at the sight of the magenta point of his phallus emerging from the end of his sheath under him. He was two different types of excited to see her. Gwen plopped down onto all fours since she had hoof hands anyway. As soon as her weight was on all fours though, the cannon bones and forearm and shin all grew a little bit longer- making them slightly longer than her upper arms and legs, putting her still further off the ground. Deer have quite long, spindly limbs. She was developing a light brown fuzz over her hooves as well, the slow start of a coat of fur. She hummed from an odd feeling in her chest, and a gentle tickle of pleasure faded into her loins at the same time. Her human breasts were shrinking, which made the skin feel overly tight and sort of felt like someone was smushing them against her chest at the same time. As they shrank, the areola and nipples faded to her normal skin tone. In her crotch however, four pink spots turned to what looked like bug bites as the pink quickly spread between them forming a large circle of blushing pink flesh.
Andelen's claws were getting taller and longer than a normal dog, turning to sharp points already. He walked under her and licked at the four little nubs in her crotch to encourage their growth and she giggled at the feeling of his hot tongue on her tender skin. His breath was very hot already. His little nub of a tail quickly started to get longer, and the further it stretched from his rump, the thicker the base became. He made another odd grumbling whimper at the feeling of the base of his tail growing so wide that it was pushing on his pelvis, and putting pressure on his anus. He barked and looked surprised as his neck surged at the same time. Because his mouth was open when it grew, the pop of the new vertebrae was very loud. His penis was fully erect now, though the knot remained sheathed and the shaft started to stretch unusually long, pulling the divot above the urethra smooth, losing its definition against the rest.
Gwen now had a cluster of four tits in her lap but none on her chest. By the time the breasts had tightened back into nothingness on her chest, her areola and nipples were the same tone as her skin and just did the same immediately after, leaving no trace that anything had been there. The udder in her lap was cervine, so while it had four teats it was not particularly bulbous- the muscle ribs that divided the four segments pulled almost completely level with the rest of her torso. The four jiggly hills supported teats that were no thicker than her human nipples had been, though about three times longer. Her endowments were quite large- especially for a doe that had never been pregnant. Gwen knelt down to the ground beside Andelen and straightened her legs on one side only to roll herself onto her back for him to have access to her, since he was still far too small to get up on her otherwise.
Andelen scoot over to her rump as quickly as his legs could take him- though his hind legs were not responding well to any input- his tail was crushing the surrounding muscles and nerves trying to get further ahead of the transformation than the rest of him. Andelen hooked his front paws around her thighs and slid himself into her, causing her to cry out in pleasure and produce another unintentionally high pitched, musical note. As if the act promoted his changes, his body now started to groan audibly with rapid growth. His bones popped as they re-set in his larger form and his entire body grew quite quickly. The fur on his form started to get spread out more as the skin under it expanded, and as the muscles bulged outward it tightened his hide and caused the fur to fall out entirely. The pink and black skin started to change under the fur as well, turning to a pale maroon color like red granite while the black shrank to tiny flecks. As his hands grew his fingers were able to divide more, starting to take on a humanoid hand structure.
With Andelen's phallus buried in her, Gwen could not see but feel another of his changes. His knot seemed to shrink down as if going soft again, but the shaft was anything but- sliding a tiny bit deeper with every thrust. She started to feel a solid ridge on the top- which thanks to her position on her back, meant the hard spine was grinding on the upper vaginal wall, pressing close to her clit. This was the position most wyrm mate in, because female tend to have many spikes or spines on their backside to prevent aggressive males from trying to mount unwelcomed. So males cannot mount their backside, the female has to flip over and welcome them in. The ridge she was feeling was not a solid line but actually a hundred tiny but stiff bumps that formed side by side from base to tip- a fair replacement for the knot. The penis itself lost definition otherwise as it stretched and became a tapered pillar. It became considerably more veiny toward the thick base, the veins bulging out quite a bit there so if you managed to get that far down the shaft you could look forward to that texturing too.
Gwen's own transformation went on at the same time, though because of Andelen's meal stick digging deeper and deeper, her body thought the thing that needed the most urgent change was her internal organs before its lover outgrew it. So it outwardly looked like her changes stopped, but she could feel her organs expanding and shuffling around on the inside. Occasionally she would feel a sharp ache for a moment or an unusual burst of pleasure as organs squeezed into one another. Her midriff started to flatten out with her chest as its contents expanded. Once Andelen was large enough to easily reach them he licked her small udder and latched onto a teat. The udder itself was tender, so you had to be gentle with it, but the teats were more solid and she enjoyed having them nibbled on or yanked. Having a mouth full of fangs- Andelen had to be extremely careful about using his teeth. Gwen grunt and squirmed a bit, both from Andelen's penis reaching her cervix and bending a bit almost as if to turn around and double back, and from her organs getting too big for her still human body. She felt it compress against her upper chest and collar bones, and the top of her pelvis. Then with a hollow pop her spine got longer, and then again and again! Her torso stretched out into a longer barrel shape and her organs settled back down, finally having space. Her neck grew a bit longer than even her torso had, getting thicker at the base as it became longer.
Andelen's paws stretched into hands, though the digits were still quite thick to support the hooked spikes that were his claws, and the very tip and base of each digit was still occupied by a large bubble of flesh, retaining pads to walk on. This also meant less weight was on his claws, so they did not dull against the earth. His arms bulged quite large with muscle that seemed to surge in size up onto his shoulders and then his upper back bubbled up and tightened. In a strange sound that started as a whimper and ended in more of a weak roar his neck suddenly popped and grew longer. His neck grew in muscle first, causing the veins to fatten and bulge on the surface trying to get blood past all the too-tight meat. Then once it swelled almost obscenely thick the spine grew. It forced his neck to bend this way and that, new bone filling in the gaps created in the sudden movement with bone wedges which then expanded fully into vertebrae. The expansion of his neck synchronized with the growth of Gwen's torso, so when her expanding body angled his own back off of her, his neck stretched to curve up and over to remain latched onto a teat. Her vulva as well was angled down more by her torso expansion, so Andelen had no more trouble thrusting in than before.
Now with a full cervine throat, every sound of breathless words she spoke to Andelen were echoed with a musical high pitched, hollow sound as her voice box was now that of a doe. From her spine outward a layer of fine brown fur grew in, and the already forming fur just over her hooves started to race upward to meet it. When the coat touched her underside though, the hairs bleached white to match the white underside of her small tail. She could subtly feel a pressure in her skull, and Gwen alone could hear a sound almost like twisting bark as the bones in her head groaned with impending expansion. Gwen let out a high pitched yelp of pain as Andelen accidentally cut her thighs a bit trying to pull himself further up onto her enlarged body to thrust in more fully. He winced as his poor ears hurt from how high pitched the sound was. His ears were starting to shrink down though- slowly losing their form. He does not have external ears as a dragonkin.
As soon as Andelen thrust full in powerfully, his hips colliding with her big fuzzy rump set off the next change- announcing itself with a cracking sound so loud it almost sounded like someone firing a gun. His pelvis snapped completely in half- the broken edges bleeding new material as the bone expanded quickly. Rather than fuse together- when the two halves met again they shoved each other away, expanding his hips even further! The muscles in his thighs squirmed visibly under the skin and bulged even bigger as well as the base of his huge lashing tail! When finally the bone re-fused it was around four or five times the size, at least. It gave his entire torso a triangular figure when viewed from above or below, because of how much it expanded into his rump and tail. His entire form was growing in size now- his breathing was echoed with a low rumble now. He became large enough to mount Gwen's larger body now easily, and then so large he had to place his hands down in front of her legs to brace himself because she was no longer large enough to rest on, and then he became so large his chest rose up off of her. His skin started to look glossy as keratin sweat through and quickly hardened into sheets when touched with the open air. The scales forming off his hide were tear-shaped, with the pointed end sticking outward. They were gunmetal grey with a slight rose blush to them- but extremely shiny. His scales were glossy to the point you could see your reflection on him. His scrotum tightened in pleasure but did not relax between pulses- eventually pulling so tight his balls popped back into his torso. They quickly started to expand inside of him while the scrotum tightened itself into complete obscurity- dragons do not have external testicles. Their balls are almost the size of a football each however.
Gwen's scrunched her face up as the bridge of her nose started to harden. Cartilage was stiffening into actual bone, and then her skull itself expanded from her top jaw first. Her teeth were grit in her mouth from the sensations, causing the bottom jaw to feel like it was being dragged out along with the top because of their connection through her teeth, though it was coincidence only. Because her head expanded jaw first, her mouth projected first, this dragged out the bottom of her nose but not the top- and soon the angle became less and less severe. The bridge of her nose became more and more level with the top of her head as her face stretched forward. The end of her nose expanded a bit and the skin became textured- cool and damp to the touch. The flesh there turned black and the coloration connected down to her lips which turned black to match it. Now without human lips or tongue, her voice would fail her entirely. Gwen could only make deer sounds. Dragons are able to psychically connect to other creatures though, so she would have no problem communicating to Andelen and that was the only one she needed to talk to. She had been getting odd sounds and half-words in her thoughts that was him unintentionally sending thoughts to her. He had his memories back, but his brain was still transforming to be able to handle the full extent of his several lifetimes of knowledge. Gwen was fully transformed at this point- a doe rolled onto her back, making gleeful sounds of pleasure as the half dog dragon humped away, jiggling her teats around with the force of his thrusts.
Andelen arched his long neck back and let out a roar- you could hear the roar of fire in his voice as well from deep within. His muzzle started to get even longer and a bit wider as well, and his entire skull started to expand to accommodate. His ears shrank down and a bone ridge rose up into what was left of them, to form hard spurs pointing back over his ear holes, protecting them. Little bone spurs broke the skin over his eyes forming a bone spike brow. As his head expanded, his eyes remained relatively the same depth, causing them to sink a bit into his head, forming a long pit in the side of his face. This protected his eyes from harm, but did no so much hinder his vision, because the trench went from around his eyes to his nostrils at the end of his muzzle, allowing him to look down them and off the end of his very long narrow face. The skin on his chin started to calcify, almost appearing to drip off his face a bit, creating a cluster of broad but thin spikes that encapsulated his entire chin, making his lower jaw appear much larger than the top. The cool dark flesh of his canine nose stretched out and equalized with the rest, into two dragonic nostrils. There was a stiff ridge of flesh that ran from the end of his upper jaw and tapered off halfway up his long face, again protecting the softer parts of his face. His lips stiffened and formed a somewhat sharp edge, giving him somewhat of a beak-like ridge. His cheek muscles now controlled a curtain of soft flexible flesh on the inside that covered almost his entire mouth when it was closed, but pulled back horizontally when he opened his mouth and bunched up at the corners. This inner fold helped clean the fangs within.
Andelen looked surprised a moment and then quickly turned his head to the side and hurt his face when he both sneezed and coughed at the same time- and an explosion of fire burst from the end of his face! His flame glands were forming in his throat! There would be several of them up its very long length- they formed a different path than his throat that ran in front of it. So if you cut open a dragon's neck, you'd open its flame tract before you hit its arteries- which may prove more hazardous to the attacker than the dragon. The flesh under his jaw all the way to the base of his extremely long neck started to swell up, looking like a balloon being inflated. A dim orange glow could be seen inside, causing his veins to be visible caught between the light inside and outside. Dragon's breath is actually a unique fluid element that the dragonkin produce in their bodies from the materials they eat- it has a violent reaction to oxygen which causes it to explosively combust on contact. To build pressure, there is a long chamber down its neck where the dragon mixes air it has breathed in with the fluid and causes the flames to build up while still inside of it before breathing it out. Two sets of horns started to bud on Andelen's head causing him to groan before turning to the sky and releasing a pillar of flames from his maw! The stream of fire went several feet into the air before turning to super heated smoke and dissipating- and it lasted for several seconds. A moment later he groaned again and arched his neck as three bubbles of skin swelled up on the side and then burst in a cloud of smoke on either side! The holes it created widened till they were each large enough for a human to fit a finger inside of. Three holes on either side of the mid neck- these were smoke vents, to prevent exhaling smoke from robbing the dragon of its ability to smell.
As Andelen's scales grew over him, they did not all grow in at the same size. A strip of his underbelly, neck and underside of his tail was bare flesh- though firmer and bouncier than human flesh. The scales at the lower sides were tiny, then got increasingly large toward his spine- on the spine itself his scales had a triangular ridge in the middle and were each as large as a human hand- fingers included. The scales sat together firmly enough that their pointed ends were usually not a concern, but when angered or irritated, he will tense up and cause the scales to start to stand up a bit- their pointed ends making his body like the skin of a pineapple. The scales on his neck were especially long and large- so long that they hung off the sides of his neck like a blanket draped off him. When he vented his smoke, it hit the scales and billowed down and to the sides, causing his scales to make a hissing sound as they rattle together. The four horns on his head were not too long for the size of his head, about a third of the length of his face itself. He had no other horns or spikes save for a large hooked spike that grew in lastly from the end of his tail- facing straight down. Though it could easily be used as a weapon, it was for anchoring himself to the ground allowing him to scale steep cliffs or caves. Wyrm were subterranean dragon, so they do not grow wings. They make their roosts in the molten core.
Andelen reluctantly started to slip out of Gwen. She glanced back with wide eyes astonished at how much cock she managed to have inside of herself. Once he removed it she felt hollow- she was stretched so much by it that her body could not easily collapse back into place. The cock ran up to Andelen's chest even on his longer body- it was easily five feet long. The last foot was only about as thick around as a ping pong ball, but by the time you got to the base the shaft was as thick as a fire hydrant. It was mostly pink, but started to become dappled grey-pink toward the base. It was so long that you could actually see his pulse travel up the shaft- it was too large for the entire thing to throb at the same time. The ridge of bumps on the top made it look sort of like a rip-cord.
*As much as I would like to continue...*
Gwen flipped back over and slowly got to her feet- a bit wobbly because having her legs up in the air like that drained a lot of the blood out of them.
*We need to become whole again!*
He sighed searing hot air. *I am hesitant to join you only because it will be lonely without you.*
Her ears lowered a little. *Yea, apart we are two people, but whole we are only one. We can find others to talk to though! Heck even humans- they are no longer in a position where they can goad power over anything. They will not react violently to our presence simply because they as a species no longer have the power to be violent.*
He chuckled, making a bit of smoke leak from his vents. *The lives of Andelen and Gwen are so short lived. But there is so much of you I wish to have back.*
*We are no longer whole without the other.*
She turned her rump to him again- this time while fully standing- and flicked her tail up to invite him in. Andelen stood up, leaning far back and pushing the thick base of his tail into the ground to balance himself while upright. He grasped her but cheeks and guided himself in. When he thrust in he fell forward, knowing she would not catch him this time. He caught the ground under them and braced himself on all fours- Gwen's back sunk into his chest like it was made of liquid! Her own body became fluid and where the two met, they started to disperse into one another. Andelen knelt further down, crossing his arms as if to embrace her as he knelt his weight onto his elbows now and sunk down low enough to take her entire form into his larger body. He started to grow again in size all over. It felt like his muscles and nerves had a mind of their own suddenly- twitching and sending signals as if he were being touched without anything actually being there. Memories that were not his started to fade into existence in his mind, and a second train of thought appeared- for the time being making their thoughts a jumble. They had both been through this twice before, so they both thought of darkness- a void. One cannot think about literally nothing, so they thought of nothing as a concept. If they both have a single unified, simple mindset then they cannot interrupt each others thoughts. They did not need to think of anything till this transition was complete.
Andelen's legs stretched much longer without actually changing mass. His thighs remained massive orbs of muscle, but the rest of his leg narrowed as it stretched quite long. The finger-like clawed toes started to fuse together as his cannon bone stretched longer with mass stolen from his digits. His claws unified and formed a cloven hoof- a giant sized deer hoof. The dew claws remained just regular dragon claws though, making them both longer and much sharper than on a deer. His arms stretched a bit longer than his legs did, making them also a bit more thin- and his hands shrank in size as well to contribute to the proportional change, making them look almost comically small compared to the rest of him. Gwen's hoof mass bled through the skin, forming a narrow rectangular wedge of keratin off the second segment of all his fingers. The pads in his hands shrank away, though did not vanish completely. Now rather than walk on his pads- the hoof wedges allowed him to walk on his knuckles similar to how a gorilla does. Otherwise his clawed hands remained the same- so quite close to a human in overall shape.
He smiled as he felt the bone of his horns starting to slide out of his skull further. *My crown!* *Our crown!* Andelen winced as they both thought at the same time, causing his head to ache a bit from the confused thoughts.
All four horns pointed backward in a short, lazy arch but now grew two different ways. The front horns started to arch upward in a very broad curve and then forward, hooking back toward his head slightly at the ends, but also the horn itself changed. The surface became a bit more supple but also more gnarled looking, turning from keratin to bark! The base remained keratin but the end of the horns were now wood! The horns behind that remained the same material, but grew very, very long as well. Almost completely straight, with a few very subtle bends in them, they pointed off the back of his head and hovered over his backside. In past incarnations they had hung jewels from these horns. Tines like those of a deer antler started to divide from his front horns turning them to antlers, but the tines were all equally spaced and grew almost identical in size. Then even tinier branches from those and plump green buds all over it- it was blooming!
*Almost...* Their thoughts rang in unison.
The buds burst open into bunches of leaves all at once, causing an explosion of green from their antlers as two large plumes of small leaves now shaded their head.
*One now.* The two lines of thought were now only one. Glen had the memories of both Gwen and Andelen, as well as their past lives, and their past lives as Glen, the forest guardian.
*Ha-aaaaaah~* Glen arched its neck low and fell back onto its butt from the sudden pleasure in its loins.
Glen fired out a quickly dissipating white smoke from its vents- smelling now of incense. Its cock started to bob aggressively as the throbbing increased. The dick itself started to shrink a bit, causing the nerves inside to tighten and rub against one another! The space that housed its balls also began to shrank as the flesh below started to loosen quickly- once again forming a scrotum to catch the balls in! The deer genes were forcing its nuts to be external again! The bare flesh on its underbelly bloomed into shaggy brown deer fur, starting from his upper neck and racing all the way down. The scales in the upper middle of its tail broke off to let out a thin stripe of white fur down the top of the tail only. Brown on the bottom and white on top- deer colors inverted. Hollow pops echoed in its rib cage as its torso alone started to grow longer. One and then the other testicle popped out and landed heavily in the scrotum- each about the width of a football from end to end. The scrotum was part of the flesh that had remained bare- so once it was filled a fine layer of fur covered it as well. Glen leaned back and used its very long narrow arms to reach down and grab its dick, one hand below the other on the later half of the phallus that it could actually reach, and masturbated. The penis had shrank a bit thanks to deer genes but not a lot- it was still very large. Glen did not close its grasp completely around the shaft, keeping a slight gap between thumb and fingers for the ridge of bumps to pass through- its hands were not particularly soft nor wet and it did not want to give itself friction burn. It did not however take long for it to reach climax thanks to all the other feelings going on without its control- and for how worked up it still was from Andelen thrusting it into Gwen. It fired long ropes of cum into the air that landed with a heavy slap against the ground, being absorbed into the soil almost immediately. A few moments after each blast hit- it was replaced with a cluster of stark white mushrooms! Appropriately, the mushrooms were quite phallic in shape.
Glen's massive meat pillar started to soften finally and retract, but as it did, the opening at its base where it drew back into the body revealed itself to be longer than necessary. There was a vaginal opening directly below the shaft. It took a deep breath and thrust its chest out feeling the final touches taking root. A warm pressure, then a slight tingling pleasure, and then a tightness in the skin as fat deposits grew. Dragons do not have mammary glands- they are not true reptiles since they have hot blood not cold, but they do still lay eggs. Glen is half deer though, and a deer is a mammal. Four rose hue bumps stuck out from the edge of the fur on its chest and then pushed out on hills of fat. The top two did not grow especially large compared to Glen, though to a human each would still be absolutely huge. The second set of breasts never evolved past shallow hills, though the teats were still just as plump and floppy. The teats were tender and supple- though the flesh of the breasts was quite taught even after the growth stopped, so they did not swing around- they jiggle easily, but do not fully bounce or swing. The fur fell out from the surface of the breasts as they grew out, and for a short strip of flesh under them, but went completely up to the cleavage on top. The outer facing sides of the breasts were also encompassed by tiny little coin-sized scales, but they stopped before they touched the center of the breasts.
Thin roots grew between scales, hugging Glen's back pleasantly. Small clusters of flowers appeared here and there on its hide, and a mat of moss took to growing at the very top of its spine. Its antlers grew even thicker, causing the tines to grow longer and branch more- spreading the canopy of lush green leaves still larger. Glen stepped lightly through the forest with a smile along its very long and narrow face. Its entire body was very long and narrow, its neck and tail, torso and especially legs. Any plant that was within twenty feet of Glen's body as it walked through the woods, immediately started to grow in size, and bare whatever fruit or flower it would have during its sexual maturity. When Glen breathed heavily, it came out as a heavy white smoke that quickly dissipated as it pooled against the ground for only a moment, but then the ground it touched exploded into life. Glen has the power to create life from nothing- breathing into even desolate sands it can spawn plants that had not left seeds there! For the third time over, Glen is the guardian of the forest, the dragon that breaths life! |
(FtM tf bull)
Desiree was a plump woman with a very pleasant personality. She was kind but also smart enough to not let people take advantage of said kindness. She was a real star of her office, as not many people can sit in a cubicle all day and still have the energy to smile when it was all said and done. It was because of this that a small Fae was drawn to her positive aura! Desiree was shocked that the Fae folk were real, but here was one right in her house! Unfortunately the little Faerie woman was there to make her inner desires a reality. That... sounds like something that would be good, but Desiree has some kinks she keeps well hidden, and, wants to keep well hidden.
The Fae woman wore a large mushroom cap as a hat and her body was adorned in a dress of tiny grey and blue whiskey-jack feathers. "Come on! Let me grant your wish!"
"Nooo! I can't! It doesn't work in reality."
"Yes it does, just not your lifestyle. C'moooon!"
"I have to go to work, little one. I am sorry. Thank you for the offer, but the answer is no." Desiree held the door open for the Fae to leave her apartment.
"I am just going to follow you to work, you know?"
"Alright, well then you will have to reveal yourself to a lot of other humans. Maybe grant one of their wishes instead."
The seven inch tall woman took flight with large dragonfly wings and hovered over Desiree's shoulders as she drove to her office. Desiree's fantasy began when she was little with admiring how womanly large breasted women seemed, and how the men fawned over them. It evolved later on to a desire to have larger breasts herself, which then lead her to discovering the cowgirl(ushimimi) fetish online. But the longer she fantasized about these cows and cow halfs; Desiree realized she wasn't fantasizing about being them, she was directly attracted TO them. Then the fantasies became about having a male's tool to mount these bovine, and ultimately fantasizing about becoming a big, strong, dumb brute of a bull to claim a cow herd of her own. That was currently her fetish... so if the Fae granted her that, she would be reduced to a big dumb animal! Oh sure, very sexy, and it would be very pleasurable. She would probably be taken in by some rancher and given an entire herd of cows to make her own... with their big heavy udders swaying around, inviting her to drink. But also, she would be a big dumb animal!
She greeted everyone as she arrived at the office, bracing for impact from all the questions and frantic reactions to her walking in with a seven inch tall woman standing on her shoulder, and yet there was none.
She glanced at the Fae who just giggled at her. "Only you can see me right now, so I've nothing to answer for."
Desiree sighed. She should have known. The Fae folk are legendary for their magical prowess, hiding herself from all but one wasn't at all hard for her. Desiree went to work transferring submitted files to digital copies. She was feeling oddly hot- not sure if it was the Fae doing something or just her nerves because the Fae remained. The tiny woman wandered around her office, doing a balancing act along the top of the cubicle wall or just nitpicking with items on her desk, and eventually settled to making drawings on her pad of stick-it notes. The Fae was so small she needed to rest the end of the pencil on her shoulder in order to draw with it. The little woman held up her latest drawing- a bull with a huge dripping cock. Desiree quickly blushed and went to grab it and throw it in the trash, but the tiny woman was quicker- she dashed back and folded the note into a tiny paper airplane and tossed it over the cubicle wall! Desiree's face turned an even darker shade of red and she froze up a moment before trying to resume her work. No one had any way of tracing that drawing back to her- they would only have a rough idea what direction it came from when it lands. If someone did trace it back to her though, she would have no way of blaming it on the tiny woman because no one else can see her! They would think she went insane.
Desiree jumped a bit when she felt the Fae's tiny feet land on the top of her back. "I am trying to work!"
"You are too tense! Go ahead and work~ I am just here to help you be more comfortable."
The little woman got onto her knees and started to push her tiny hands into Desiree's neck, massaging her. Desiree sighed and tried to relax. She supposed there was no harm in having an invisible little helper. There was an odd pressure in her neck though, and when she tried to turn to glance at the Fae through the corner of her eye, the vertebrae popped! The pressure erupted from both the vertebrae above and below where it popped apart, and a new segment was quickly added! Her neck was longer! That pulled the veins inside tight, which started to throb and swell to match the growth. The veins supplying more blood to the area caused the muscles to clench automatically and start to swell! Her entire neck was getting huge, fast! Before she could even argue with the Fae about it the cartilage in her nose surged with pressure and popped, getting much wider. The sensation of the movement under her skin gave her goosebumps. Desiree yelped in brief pain and grabbed her forehead on either side as two bone thorns lanced the skin, causing it to bleed a little into her hands. The thorns quickly expanded, creating a sharp but mild pain as the skin was forced open wider by bull horns sliding out between her fingers!
Dan paused by her cubicle from behind with a steaming mug of coffee and raised an eyebrow. "Are you... okay?"
She looked at him a moment in shock, but then tried her best to make her expression normal. "Uhm, I just... lost a hair pin?" She waved her hand a bit on one side and it did not collide with a horn.
Desiree put her hands down, realizing she had not changed at all. The Fae used her magic to make her think she was changing without actually doing anything to her real body. As soon as Dan encountered her, the illusion was dropped just to further mess with her head.
"Rather extreme reaction for a hair pin, heh."
"I... yea. It is just annoying because I already lost two before. They bounce when they hit the floor and get lost in the carpet easily."
"Mmm. Well, don't stress over the small stuff. You start to feel the pressure from work; you know where my cubicle is." He wandered off again.
Desiree scowled at the Fae who had been flying in front of Dan that entire time motioning to the bulge in his pants. This little woman was trying to get her fired or put in a straight jacket! In anger, Desiree went to grab the Fae but as soon as she did, the little woman turned into a cloud of dust! As soon as Desiree's hand closed the muscles in her hand clenched so hard that her hand went partially numb, and her fingers relaxed as a result, getting pulled mostly straight by the swelling growth within! Her pinky and thumb remained where they were as her arm got longer and much bigger! Not just the muscle- the bone within groaned muffled below the skin as it grew as well! Her thumb and pinky started to devolve, getting shorter as the rest of her hand stretched longer!
*Argh! Another illusion. It isn't real... no one can see this but me, just ignore it.*
She spun in the chair, lowering her eyebrows at the sight of the Fae sitting on top of her monitor, dangling her feet in front of the screen. Desiree tried to type on the computer as if she still had two normal hands, but as soon as she tried to use the fingers on her right hand the muscle responded incorrectly and the hand seemed to bunch up! It looked like it was folding in half a moment and her index and ring finger swelled huge as her middle finger was absorbed by them touching it! The hand then shrank, compressing impossible tight as all the bones merged together, but then swelled massively! It became wider again and much longer as it evolved into a canon bone. The nails on what was left of her digits turned dark, thick, and then completely overgrew the digits and encompassed their ends to give herself a cloven hoof. She tried to type with it again, but the hoof segments were too large- she pressed several keys at the same time.
*But... it isn't real... is it?* She felt hot still, and almost a bit aroused at the sight of a bovine arm, but also quite worried.
Desiree stood up and reached over the wall of her cubicle, getting the attention of a real slip of a man beside her. "Hey, do you have a paperclip handy? I ran out and don't want to interrupt my flow going to the supply room right now."
"Oh, sure."
He handed it to her without a second thought. So it is an illusion- he would have reacted to her arm otherwise. But... she still could not open her hand. Her senses were still convinced it was a bull arm, preventing her from using it otherwise. The man raised an eyebrow when she did not reach further over to take it, and placed it in her hand for her instead. As soon as he pushed it down onto her palm her vision faded back into reality- making the bull arm seem to fade away into thin air to reveal her true arm. The outside stimulus allowed her to pierce the illusion.
Desiree went back to work again, but again it did not last too long before the Fae interfered. Desiree felt her tail bone sliding outward slowly. The bone stretched the skin, and then the skin caught up before the bone gave another slow lurch forward. It was not a strong feeling so she tried to ignore it at first, but as it grew larger it felt cramped. She just reached back and pulled it gently out over her skirt, but paused with it in her hand. She gave it a little tug and it felt very good, sending a warm tingle up her body. It was like a good stretch after having sat down for far too long. She pulled on it again, yanking it longer, then shifted her grip back to the base and tugged again, and again! Desiree did not even realize she made a moan that sounded like a moo! Her pussy became moist and started to clench softly in reaction to the pleasure, and the concept of having a bovine tail. When it was long enough it wrapped around her wrist as she kept pulling on it lightly. By the time it finished growing and was crowned with a bushy tassel, she was still tugging it like she were masturbating it! She snapped back to reality quickly when the pleasure increased enough that she realized it was not coming from the tail- it was reacting to her touching the tail but the source was not the tail itself. She slid out from her desk a bit and gasped at the tent in her skirt fabric! She clapped her hands down on her lap and the bulge vanished and so did her tail.
"Stop messing with me!! Grant someone else's wish!"
The woman in the cubicle to her left slide out with a furrowed brow to look at her. "Who... are you talking to?"
Desiree blushed again. "Oh s-sorry, was going over a conversation I am going to have later with someone in my head, did not realize I was talking out loud..." Desiree quickly slid back into her desk and put her head down.
The Fae grinned and fluttered down beside her on the desk top. "No! I won't let society tell you how to live! I will bring you the life you want- rules and morals be damned."
Desiree lowered her voice. "Sexual fantasies are foour sexy time, nout fooor ull muh tume... muh? M-muoo!" Desiree furrowed her brows as her voice deepens rapidly and devolved into oddly quiet lowing. She never heard a cow whisper before.
*Oh, real mature. Don't like what I am saying so you remove my voice...*
She tried to ignore the little lady and go back to work but the Fae was getting a bit annoyed at how bull-headed Desiree was being about this and smacked the power button on her monitor, turning it off. Desiree just brushed her aside with a hand and went to turn it back on but paused. With the screen turned off she could see the reflection of the light in it, and seen one of her co-workers behind her- Jenny! She was bent over looking closely at the printer- it likely was malfunctioning yet again. But bending over like that faced her butt toward Desiree, and she wore the same short black pleated skirt as Desiree did. But suddenly it raised in the air! Her legs expanded, then her hips gave several hollow pops and the skirt tore at the back a bit! A bulge moved down from the top of the skirt to the bottom and emerged as a tassel of a cow tail! Her hips became boxy and expanded even larger, tearing the skirt right off! Her panties were yanked downward with her shirt, at first looking like she had gotten pregnant ultra-fast, but the panties tore and flicked onto the floor and the shirt got shoved up- the massive bulge lurched downward then swung heavily back and forth as it revealed itself as a giant udder! Desiree quickly spun in her chair but only seen the printer on its own small table against the wall behind her- Jenny was not there.
*Oooh, of course it was an illusion. Hrrrrnn...*
This time her anger was completely faked. She did not want anything this Faerie was doing but... that was incredibly hot. And she did like Jenny secretly. Even without any transforming, Jenny was fucking stacked. She could never do up the top two buttons on her business blouse because they did not tailor business suits to her size. With her proportions you would think she was a porn star, not a pencil pusher. That could not have been on accident, that Fae must be rummaging around in Desiree's head. Bending Jenny over as a strong male and knocking those huge tits around with his powerful thrusts was definitely an embarrassing fantasy Desiree could not easily get rid of. Desiree started to sweat a bit, feeling her panties get dangerously moist. Was that an illusion too? No... that was real. She also felt her heart beat in her clit as it slowly slid upward against the fabric though and that must be an illusion. It shoved past the top of her panties and kept going! It felt good sliding up against her body- pressed against her own skin by the elastic of the panties. Desiree quickly got up and shuffled herself to the bathroom. She needed to splash cold water on her face or something.
Since there isn't much traffic in the bathroom, the air in there was cooler. The cool sterile environment of the office bathroom was pretty damn unattractive, so that should help get her mind off things. She splashed some water on her face to snap her out of it, but the illusion remained. She paused a moment, looking at her groin before slowly pulling her panties down and slipping into a stall.
*What... does it even look like?*
She let her panties drop and sat down, flipping her skirt up and the evolving phallus flicked its own way forward, free of its fabric prison finally. Rather than re-route her whole system, her urethra had split, and the new fork shoved its way into her clit as it grew- which only caused it to thicken faster. The clitoral hood was large now, forming fat rings of neon pink flesh at the base that were slowly getting dragged up the forming shaft to form what would eventually be a sheath. The clit got longer a lot faster than it thickened, creating a narrow tapered pillar. At it grew longer the beating of her heart throbbing in the veins caused it to shake more violently- less stabilized the further it grew from her torso.
She grabbed the shaft and felt the throbbing pulses fighting her grip. *It feels real... even if it is fake, I can still feel what it is like... maybe... to take the edge off. Maybe she will leave me alone if I... mmm... so sensitive, it... it.. mmmm....* Her thoughts became easily broken up as her focus was drawn in by every small movement on the growing shaft.
It felt so hot against her hand, and so... strong. It was hard to believe flesh could get so hard. She slowly lifted her hand, then lowered it- and her shaft raised a tiny bit longer. Each pass of her hand, the cock grew a bit larger, and before long she noticed a scrotum her hand was plapping against on each downward thrust.
*How long has that been there? Or... ugh, I guess it isn't there at all. It is just... an illu.. sion. Oooh so good.*
She arched her back, shoving the lifted seat cover into her back uncomfortably, but enabling herself to thrust into her hand as she pistoned her hand. She loved the tug of the scrotum! The weight of those huge bull balls yanking down as it swung with her thrusts! She slammed her hand into her crotch as she thrust forward, imagining plunging into a cow with full force- feeling her huge solid rump fill Desiree's crotch! She squealed in orgasm suddenly, and her mind crossed back into reality when the explosion of fluid went forward instead of up- coming from a pussy not a dick.
The Faerie appeared, balancing on the top of the stall partition. "See! It is what you want! And I am here to give you what you want. Not what logic says you should want!"
"Oh, whatever." She grunt as an odd pressure in her gut began, interrupting her enjoying the afterglow of orgasm. She felt a few involuntary muscle twitches. "What are you... doing now?"
"Nothing. I am just an enabler. The spell only works with something you yourself desire, so technically I couldn't do anything even if I wanted to. But, I can enable your body to do what it wants!"
"What...?"
She winced a bit as her stomach felt cramped and extremely tight a moment. When it passed she rubbed it and realized that when it relaxed, it was smaller still. She had... lost weight? Suddenly.
"You indulged your fantasy rather than needlessly fighting it! You let it out."
"N-no!"
Her stomach tightened again and she groaned, holding it as it pulled inward. Sections of it were getting so stiff, while other parts seemed to collapse and become softer? She realized what she was feeling was forming muscle. Fat is excess material- material that can naturally be used to build muscle. She could feel abs in her soft belly! It quickly started to stiffen and you could actually see abs on the surface! She was getting a six pack! She shivered even though she was sweating and hot- a feeling of tightening through her entire body. She was losing weight fast, and it was turning into muscle, giving her a lean, athletic figure! Well, if the Fae left it at this, it would actually be a good thing. With a hard working desk job she doesn't really have the time to exercise, so getting to blow off the weight with zero effort was actually fantastic. It's just that she knew the Fae wouldn't leave it at this.
She felt a gentle pressure much deeper inside, and sort of a fluttery feeling. Desiree looked down and seen her clit standing up like a neon pink spike!
"Ah! No!"
"Ah, yes~. You JUST had fun with a cock. You can't tell me you don't want one now- I literally seen you enjoying it! It felt good. You did not have to touch it, but you did. And you kept touching it, till it burst."
"Ah, n-no, I aaahh.. hah... it's so tight."
It started to stretch a bit further. The pressure inside of her grew too though.
"What... is that?"
"It seems all the dormant egg cells in your ovaries are doubling up! They are splitting and becoming smaller, but also more numerous. It is getting a tad crowded in there."
"Oh nooo...." She pushed her hand down to the evolving clit to push it on an uncomfortable angle to try and kill some of the pleasure, but lost strength of will and her fingers parted and simply slid around the clit, cradling it between fingers.
"Oh, you've so many more eggs than you should have- such fertile ovaries. They are looking a bit odd though. They are starting to stretch their containment from overcrowding."
"Nooo..." Even her voice was weak. Her clit stretched larger.
"They are stretching out into ovals! That isn't how human eggs are shaped! Don't you want them to work like normal? What else could you want them to be?"
The fluttery feeling got worse, and she felt the pressure sink lower- being dragged by weight and a lack of room as they were stretched from the inside out.
"And they are starting to squirm around on their own- it is getting quite active in there! Such strange shapes, like... a growing tail. I have never known an egg to learn how to swim."
Her vagina shrank, tightening up as her inner and outer labia started to fuse and stretch a bit, mutating. The clitoral hood swelled long and thick. Veins started to pulse on the surface of the base of her massive clit making it look stronger; more aggressive.
"Now that they have learned to swim their tails are even longer! Those aren't eggs at all! You can't fool me, I know what a sperm looks like. They are really active in there, huh? They are much smaller than the eggs but there are so- so many more of them. They seem like they want out~" Desiree shook her head in weak defiance, holding her gut, feeling urges she had not before. "It must be difficult, to hold back so many."
Desiree moaned and stretched her legs out so she could straighten her body to ease off the growing pressure. Her ovaries sunk lower and lower- their weight growing as they swelled larger and were forced out from a lack of room as her vagina collapsed in on itself! Her labia fused together in the middle forming an empty scrotum. She yelped in brief pain as the growing testicles were rejected from inside of her into the scrotum and Desiree became properly male! The cock was growing bigger than it even got in her illusion!
"You might as well grow it fully, right? I mean, you want to know what it is like to actually use it on a woman."
Desiree groaned, holding its base, using all of her will power to stop himself from stroking it up and down. The changes finally started to slow, and he gently took his hand off the shaft. It was so long that standing straight up along his body, the tip touched his collar bone- though was still narrow enough that his hand could just barely touch fingertips around its base. Not knowing what to do, he frantically go his clothes back on properly, trying to use the waist of his skirt and panties to hold the phallus as still as possible hidden under his clothing. His panties did not fit right though- wrapped over a pair of tennis ball sized testicles.
*I just... gotta leave a note. Note that I am sick, go home. Get some sleep... it will wear off or whatever and I can forget today happened. Maybe the whole thing is a dream and I just need to wake up.*
He walked rather awkwardly to his desk and started to write a note that he was home sick to stick on his monitor for if anyone came looking for him. The Fae gently fluttered down onto his shoulder to speak softly into his ear.
"What about the tail you were enjoying earlier?"
"What ab-ahh w-wah haah.... noo." His tail bone started to grow out again.
The Fae flew down to behind his chair and grabbed the end of the tail and yanked outward- she was so small it took all her physical strength just to tug on it lightly. "Might as well grow it while you can, right? It felt great and it is so narrow it is really easy to hide. No one will know you even have it."
*Ooh. That is right. I could put it in my pant leg... I guess.*
Desiree was distracted from writing the note, leaning forward from the sensation as the Fae pulled his tail out from behind, longer and fuller. He failed to notice the wet spot on his shirt from the precum bubbling out from his twitching cock. When the tail was full length she fluttered up and landed on the arm of the chair, poking Desiree's side.
"Feel that throbbing in there? You might explode without even touching yourself! You can't properly work a bull's cock and balls without a prostate to match, but its getting too big for human hips. Without anywhere to go, it is going to get crushed in there!"
Desiree grunt, holding onto the edge of his desk, trying to relax his lower body muscles to ease off the growing organ but it did not affect it at all. The pleasure was throbbing harder, if his hips did not expand he would automatically cum all over his cubicle! Without anyone being able to see the Fae; it might be hard explaining a load of bull cum coating his monitor. His butt started to grow and tighten with muscle, becoming quite firm. His hip bones angled sharper and higher up, putting his anus in a depression below the tail. Thanks to muscle mass, the hip bones of a bull are not as sharp looking than those of a cow, just because there is more padding over it. He tensed up and tried to resist the change as the muscles started to bulge in his legs too, and he felt his toes twitch on their own- risking a change into hooves.
The Fae giggled. "Isn't this a great chance, though?"
Desiree rubbed his cock through his clothing, feeling even more impossibly tight. Unknown to him, his sheath was getting even thicker, developing a light fuz of fur as it fused to his underside further and further up his torso! A penis bone developed inside to guide the phallus in and out of the long tunnel.
"Noh... huh... stop."
"I told you, I am not doing anything, it is your desires. But this is your chance to lose weight and keep it off!"
Desiree leaned back involuntarily as his entire body felt tighter- his muscles clenching and swelling out a bit. "B-but I have an office job, if I don't exercise I will just lose it again." He was breathing heavy now and his thoughts were starting to spin, getting hard to concentrate on.
"But it takes time. The more muscular you are now the longer it will take to lose." His body swelled larger, and more muscular. "Don't you want to be strong? And big?" The chair started to creak under him, his upper body now getting very bulbous from muscle. "So all those cute cows flock to you?"
Two of the wheels on the bottom of his chair snapped off, forcing him to grab the table to prevent tumbling over entirely! His blood pressure surged causing his vision to turn blue a moment from pressure behind his eyes, and all of his muscles swelled so much in a single burst that it made a faint sound like stretching leather! His middle two shirt buttons exploded off and both sleeves tore below the arms. His breasts were stretched wide and flatter against the massive pectoral muscles forming behind them! He grew in size as well as musculature though- so now the bottom of the shirt could no longer overlap the top of his skirt- exposing a length of the neon shaft and the longer tuft of fur on the end of the long sheath! Thoughts of cows and their big boxy rumps entered his head suddenly without warning when the little woman brought it up, and were distracting enough that Desiree forgot where he was and what was happening. Only the snapping sound of the bones in his feet brought him back, and the tight pressure shoving down into his feet, stretching them out! By the time he looked it was too late to try and resist, they were already too far gone to save! His shoes filled and then the top started to burst off! His soles stretched massive and his feet devolved into hooves- his socks caught on the dew claws as they devolved, and the front of the hooves pulled further forward, breaking through the socks entirely- making them more like tiny leg warmers now.
The Fae grinned at the sight of the former woman getting her wish finally. "Careful, your desire is showing~"
"W-whut?" His voice was deepening now, his throat starting to bulge as the muscle growth progressed upward.
"Well this isn't an illusion- it is your actual desire. It is growing so strong it can be seen on the outside. People can see your desire now!"
"Nuuuu! It... nuh. I... hnnnngh." His muscles bulged larger.
The floor was starting to groan now from his weight and size.
"Pent up so long. Why were you so mean to your own want? You kept it down in a hole but you still fed it all the time. It has grown big and strong~" She tugged on a lengthening ear gently to whisper in it. "Isn't it? Your desire is so big, you can hardly contain it!"
He groaned thunderously deep and his neck started to pop! The muscle in his now extremely wide throat was growing too large for the skin to contain, forcing the pressure instead on the spine and yanking it longer! His ears started to flutter from he pleasurable feelings as they grew long and gained mobility. He winced and felt searing hot blood trace a line on either side of his face as horns emerged!
"Nuuh! I um not uh beust..."
"Oh, but don't you want big horns? They look powerful, and will attract more cows." They started to slide out longer, his attempt to resist them working about as well as trying to hold water inside your bare hands. "You don't want anyone to mistake YOU for a cow do you?"
"Mooo!"
*No! I am not a cow.* The horns started to grow faster, quickly approaching completion. *Wait... n-no, I am not a bull either... oooh, why is... so hard to think...*
"Bulls are not very smart. But you don't want to be smart, do you?"
*Yes! Well... as... smart as I was?*
"But you would have a lot less stress if you were too dumb to stress over things. You don't want stress, do you?"
*No want. I... maybe if a little less think, then stop. Or... no. I... oogh, so h-horny...*
The bridge of his nose popped loudly and started to widen. His jaws clicked and his face started to grow outward. Veins could even be seen trailing onto his face now, as its features became muscular and chiseled. Looking at his head straight-on it was starting to look like a long rectangle. Looking at the head from the sides, it was starting to look like a triangle with rounded corners.
"Big nose to take in deep breaths. Smell those bright pink cow pussies!"
Desiree took a deep breath without thinking- as if there would actually be a cow here to smell! Once he started, he could not stop however, causing his lungs to expand greatly which then shoved outward on his rib cage. The expansion of the lungs forced him to continue breathing in to fill the void- but that only pushed on his ribs harder, he couldn't stop! His ribs expanded out to the sides a bit, but nearly twice as much forward! That was the last straw for any remnant of his former breasts- completely stretching them into obscurity, the skin pulled so taught momentarily that the color of the nipples and areola were even lost.
"Jenny is over by the water cooler right now. You wanted to ride her, huh? I have it on good authority that she hasn't had a boyfriend in a while~. She would love to get plowed and get her mind off work... even if it's some wild animal. You could have sex with her, and as soon as the others see you, they will bring you to a ranch."
"Nuh... uh, m-mo moar... muh..." His voice no longer worked with human words.
"And then you will have an entire herd of cows you can fuck whenever you want!" He tried to get up but his body started to groan with growth again, and he stumbled onto the floor, shaking it with his weight. "And then you can make them big and fat with your calves! Make their udders heavy with milk!" He let out a great bellow and his clothes all exploded off at the same time in a growth surge!
He was as tall now on all fours as he was when he could actually stand on two legs! Ironically the last few shirt buttons held tight- it was the seams that gave out first. The sleeves let out dull pops and burst open individually while the body of the top tore down the back and gently slumped to the floor under him. The skirt and then panties broke in that order, only a few seconds apart, and because of the elastic waist they were slung off like a rubber band! The skirt flew into the air and the panties were slammed into the floor. The now quite oblong testicles around the size of a football each barely cleared the floor under him as they finally swung free of the clothing- the scrotum long and loose.
The Fae gently pet the curvature of the great balls with one hand and felt the tight throbbing flesh of the shaft with the other. "Oh my, so much sperm in them now! Swimming with such vigor- they want out more than ever! Like a dam about to burst! How could anyone hold back such a great volume..."
Desiree groaned. His hands were rapidly devolving now that he was forced to stand on them. His human hair was falling out, pooling on the floor as his head grew large. His neck was still so muscular it was almost twice as wide as his head, and then his upper back muscles and arms were so huge they doubled that again! Precum started to stream out, not as individual beads, or even short bursts- one continuous stream! His entire body felt impossible tight, so muscular, so massive! So... horny. His thoughts were drown in hormones, not that there was many to begin with. His brain no longer capable of processing a full human range of thoughts. His entire body felt like it was throbbing with his cock. All he could think about was how close he was to being completely consumed by his desires. Barely anything left to hold on to. So close to what he secretly wants. He wants this. This form is the sexiest thing to him. He has wanted this for so long. All he needs to complete it is a female! He squirmed away from the Faerie's grip to try and win back some time to actually think and resist, but stepping far enough forward now gave him a view of the people coming to see what the huge boom was and the bellowing beast they all heard. As soon as he seen the wobbling tits of Jenny, struggling to stay in her tight top, he stream of precum surged as his dick throbbed, and flung itself almost a foot from his cock before he charged at the woman.
Afraid and confused at first, Jenny did not have much time to react before the unusually smart bull managed to hook its horns on her pants and tear them free to get inside her! Once inside, Jenny suddenly forgot all her complaints as she was completely filled with the raging bull's throbbing cock. No one would blame her for having sex in the office if it was some bull that forced itself on her, right?
Desiree felt the Fae land on his back again but paid it little heed. The feeling of Jenny wrapped so tightly around his massive cock was divine! More! Deeper! He wanted more of this! So much want... no room for anything else.
The Faerie pat his massive neck. "There ya go- just sign the contract on the dotted line. Make this permanent. Cum in front of everyone like the savage beast you are! Show everyone how much you desired this~"
Desiree hesitated a moment. Permanent? But it felt so good. Just a few more thrusts and then... and then... maybe a few more. His cock felt so tight, so good, just a few more. His massive balls started to lift, his taint clenched, his prostate completely overfilled to bursting! He started to moo from sensory overload, then let out one massive bellow as he felt the solid stream of cum blast up through his very long shaft and into Jenny! Her guts were overstuffed with it! Her stomach started to distend, and then her clothes started to snap and break free to let her growing belly free as it swelled with cum into a huge dome, making her look full term with triplets! As Desiree continued to blast cum, completely unable to fight the flow, he felt an odd tingling spread from his crotch over his entire body. He had just enough intellect left to understand that was the feeling of this becoming permanent, locking this shape in as his actual body!
As promised by the Fae, they took him to the nearest ranch, not knowing what else to do with the giant bull in the office. Desiree was reluctant to touch any of the cows, though they were quick to flock around him. So many massive swinging udders, fat juicy teats flopping around for the tasting. He waited, trying to see if the spell would wear off, if maybe the Fae was bluffing, but no. He did not understand how long he held off, but it was too long. He eventually gave in and mounted a cow, and it was so good! He could go even deeper into them than Jenny! Their ass filled his entire groin, and they were large enough that he could lay on top of them while he fucked. He could slam into them as hard as he wanted and it only pleased them more. His balls were so large and heavy he spanked the rear side of their udders with his scrotum! After mounting the one he figured he was done. But Desiree still felt a bit horny... and there was so many cows... why not a second? And then there was a third. Then dinner, then a fourth and fifth to put him to sleep. He woke up early and fucked another four before eating again, and then another... few? Many? He was losing track. Why keep track? Just fuck more. He was making them so big, so much cum. The only marker that time had passed was day and night and he was barely even paying attention to that as he fucked cow after cow after cow. Desiree had what he had always secretly wanted!
Desiree woke up suddenly with a loud gasp! She was covered in sweat and... cum?! Her bed was sopping wet! "What the actual fuck?!"
The Fae sitting on her night stand shrugged. "Well I didn't actually turn you into a bull in your office place, haha. That would be completely impractical for your lifestyle."
"But- I was a bull for.... then... wait. How much of that was...? ARGH."
"Don't look at me, it is your fantasy, not mine." |
Shattered Shards Dawning of Dragons
In the years to come scholars of both realms would delve deep into the cause of the event that so catastrophically changed the way of life for billions of people. The ideas they came up with were manifold, a rip in twelve dimensional space, the will of a mad god, two dimensions colliding, the end result of a dark ritual that lasted for millennia, a convergence of a powerful spell cast in a place of chaotic power intersecting with humanity's first attempt at a portal that could one day be used to traverse the stars.
Whatever the cause, the effects irrevocably changed two worlds forever. The technological planet called Earth, home to a single sentient race, and the wondrous realm of Aerth and its many moons, all filled with wondrous magics, and manifold thinking beings of all sorts, suddenly occupied a similar space.
For the inhabitants of Earth, the sky was suddenly filled with many orbs, some looming frighteningly close, and others mere specks, but all now circled the planet as its single solitary moon had. Measurements taken later estimated that the surface area of the spheroid that housed the combined Earth and Aerth had increased by four hundred percent from the original size of the planets, twice as much that would be expected from a mere merge.
A world were magic had never existed, where wars were fought over words on a page, divine word without a divine voice to give meaning to it, fragmented, fragile countries keeping each other in check through a convoluted political and economic balancing act...
The people of this world suddenly found themselves side by side with creatures from faerie tales, myths, dreams, and nightmares. Big cities suddenly found enchanted glades were lush parks once were, towering skyscrapers replaced with giant golden castles, highways filled with gridlock traffic suddenly sharing right of way with carts and wagons pulled by all manner of strange beasts.
And strangest of all, a significant percentage of Earth's populous found themselves altered, some lacking the bodies they were born with and thrust into unfamiliar shapes, others having familiar features alter into those of races of the new realm.
Aerthborne suddenly found the familiar paths beneath their feet transformed into a strange sort of stone made of a single piece of porous rock, their peaceful planes suddenly filled with the growling of strange, metallic chariots on air-filled wheels. Ancient trees and graceful towers replaced by strange, smooth boxes covered in panels of glass.
They found themselves confronted by common men who carried the power of wizards in their pockets, one man able to strike down entire companies of men with strange devices that belched smoke and roared like beasts from the depths.
Two worlds became one in the blink of an eye, and despite many tragedies and triumphs, the shared world admitted, in the end, that each half had gained a great many wonders.
This is a tale of such a wonder...
-o-
Joey groaned softly, feeling strange. His head felt stuffy, like someone had stuffed cotton into his brain and made it a bit harder than usual to think. Or forced him to watch eight continuous hours of celebrity reality television; it was the same thing, after all.
He groaned once more, blinking his eyes a few times to focus them. He was rather confused at what he saw immediately in front of his face. It was a pale green, somewhat blurry, and occupied the lowest portion of his vision.
He brought a hand to it and was startled to find that the green bit was part of him. More disturbing was the fact that his fingers were rather strange. He sat up and looked down at his hand; there were fewer fingers than he remembered having there, three and a thumb on each hand, and they most certainly had not been tipped with blunt, white claws before.
Once more he brought his hands to his face, feeling the strange addition there, a short, blunt muzzle. Joey ran a forked tongue over sharp, unfamiliar teeth, finding his body increasingly strange.
He stood, and the feelings of weirdness grew. His clothes were unpleasantly tight and clingy, they had been quite baggy that morning, but now they clung to him as if they were a size too small, and most of them were ruined to boot.
Clawed, green toes poked from his sneakers, having torn through sock and shoe alike. Behind him his pants were in similar condition, as a thick, heavy, muscular tail had torn up the waist and rump of his jeans.
It was weird, he was well aware that he had changed, and he knew what the changes were, but he felt no mental discomfort or unease from them, just a bit of annoyance at the ruination of his clothes and their uncomfortable tightness.
With a sigh he kicked off the scraps that once were his shoes and slipped off his jeans. To Joey's surprise he found the area between his legs to be without bulge. Puzzled by the lack of organ, he stuck a fingertip inside his boxers, which had merely been pushed down by his new tail, and not torn.
Instead of the familiar sack and tube, he instead found a narrow slit in the same area; the fingertip didn't go in very far before it encountered resistance. A hazy memory of biology class brought to mind the reason for the alteration; birds and lizards kept their bits on the inside.
Joey's stomach rumbled loudly, reminding him that before he'd been knocked unconscious, or whatever, he'd been heading to the cafeteria with his two friends. Feeling very hungry, and now free of uncomfortable clothing, though he kept his t-shirt and boxers, the new lizardboy began to look around at his environment for the first time.
The layout was familiar, but the construction was in fact quite different. It looked like the trophy hall where all the school's athletic and academic accomplishments were preserved for all to see.
But rather than the door behind him that led to the East Commons, there was instead a bricked up archway. The black and white linoleum in the black and white checkerboard pattern had become checkerboard stones, the whites and blacks aged and stained, making them varying shades of gray.
Rather than trophies, the shelves alongside the corridor were lined with books and stacks of scrolls. Joey pulled out a book and looked at the cover, but rather than the familiar shapes of the alphabet, he instead found strange, straight, pointy runes that looked as if they could've been carved by a claw.
Since he couldn't go back, Joey figured he might as well move forward down the hallway, hopefully finding something to eat. After that maybe he could try and figure out what had happened to him and why everything was so weird; though it was pretty likely that he'd fallen asleep, or something.
The corners of his muzzle turned up into a rather pleased smile at the thought. Yeah, a dream! That sounded about right. Maybe he'd fallen asleep in study hall again and was now dreaming of being something out of his biology text.
He looked down at his thick, muscular legs, and the large, clawed feet at the end of them. He was walking on the balls of his feet; interesting. His dreams were never this creative, he hoped that it was still early in the hour, before the bell woke him up for the next class, as this dream was light years above the usual drudgery he thought up.
Aside from the naked in class dreams, of which this seemed to be one at least in part, there were the 'go out and fail to get a job' dreams, the 'doing mundane, household chores' dreams, the 'have to pee, but am asleep, so there are weird peeing circumstances, or toilets showing up in weird places' dreams, and the occasional 'wet dream where I still don't get any so I'm fapping to porn even in my fantasies' dreams. Occasionally there was something like an action movie, once there had even been credits, but they were never as detailed as this.
Joey's tongue flicked out of his mouth occasionally as he walked, something he did without thinking about it at all. He could breathe in air through his nostrils, but when he did that none of the smells seemed to come through, which they did when he flicked his tongue out.
The air smelled of dust, old books, and a faint, pleasant scent that Joey couldn't quite place. It made him feel rather happy, comfortable, and safe. He found himself following the scent, turning left in what would have been the old staff offices, where the walls had been torn down and a new computer lab installed.
Or had been in the waking world; in the realm of this strange dream, it instead appeared to be rather like a combination living and dining room, decorated in a well off, classical, but eclectic style. All of the furniture looked tasteful and expensive, but none of it matched.
The source of the pleasing scent was no longer of interest to Joey's subconscious; instead it was the sight, and scent, of the partially eaten steak dinner sitting on one corner of the table across the room.
It smelled delicious, though it had cooled off and been there awhile. The lizardboy looked around for the steak's owner, but seeing nobody, he darted to the table and sat down. He poked the thick slab of meat, and as the scent had told him, it had cooled off. Whoever was eating it had been gone long enough for the meal to cool down to room temperature.
Since it was Joey's dream, and the unknown diner was nowhere to be seen, he decided to help himself, cutting big chunks off the rare slab and stuffing them into his muzzle. Feeling the need to wash them down with something, Joey grabbed the heavy goblet nearby, lifting it to his muzzle with both hand, taking a big gulp of the frothy, pink liquid contained within.
The taste was incredible, perfect, sweet, it was like a milk shake, but room temperature, kind of fruity and creamy, like whipped cream mixed with Jell-O, but somehow even better.
Without being aware of it, Joey found himself draining the goblet dry, his forked tongue darting out to lick it clean of frothy leftovers. He patted his belly and burped loudly, suddenly feeling rather full, happy, and contented; and also a bit horny.
Joey sighed happily and pushed away from the table, reaching down to rub his genital slit. He moaned softly as he felt his reptilian shaft slither out. He slid his boxers down, admiring the altered length.
It was longer and thinner than his human member was, with strange bumpy nodules on the underside, and an enlarged, egg-shaped head. The lizardboy wrapped a hand on his new shaft and slowly began to stroke, shivering each time his fingers bumped over one of the small, marble-like bumps.
He heard a faint hiss from somewhere in the room behind him, but he paid it little attention. He looked down at his elongated length, licked the lips of his blunt muzzle, and broke out into a grin. Another theme that popped up into the few sex dreams he had, being able to wrap his lips around his shaft, being able to bob up and down to give himself pleasure, to reach the very base.
So that was precisely what he did, bent in half, dexterous, forked tongue curling around his length. He could've sworn he heard and amused chuckle from behind him, but he paid it little mind.
Mmm... such a nice dream...
-o-
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oooooh fuck!" moaned Nia, falling to the side as everything went all strange.
In the blink of any eye, the hallway around her shifted, the industrial gray carpet becoming a series of worn, but beautiful red-purple, trimmed with yellow gold.
The harsh fluorescent lights were replaced with decorative chandeliers that glowed with a blue-green light.
Her fall was halted by a dark blue locker, one of the school's colors. The noise of the post-class bustle seemed to halt immediately. Nia expected they has all shut up and were now staring at her.
She was overcome by sensation, barely able to breathe. Quickly she reached behind her back, unclasping her bra and pulling it off, tossing it aside, taking a deep breath. But the removal of the bra only made her focus on the other sensation.
There was a sudden, aching hardness between her legs, she reached down to relieve the pain, and found her fingers wrapping around what could only be a cock. She couldn't help herself; she began stroking it rapidly, right in the hallway, right in front of everybody.
It only took a few moments before she erupted with climax, thick jets of seed creating a puddle between her legs. Her face hot with embarrassment, she stood, the feelings of oddness having passed.
To her surprise, the hallway was empty, save for herself and her brother.
Reed gave no indication of having seen his sister's strange actions, his hands were clutching the side of his head, his eyes clenched shut, lips back from teeth as a pained hiss left his lungs.
He looked... wrong. Though tall, Reed was your typical nerd, and was rather pear shaped. As Nia watched, the overabundant fat on her brother's body seemed to shift around into a more solid configuration.
It was rather like the Incredible Hulk, but on a smaller scale. Reed's shirt and shorts began to tear as the youth's frame began to increase in height and width, not merely shifting mass around.
Nia watched, mouth agape as her brother's skin took on a rather strange shade, a deep purple. His ear grew larger, gaining points, and a pair of teeth poked out from his lower lip.
She blinked a few times to make sure she wasn't seeing things, but it was quite clear what had happened. Her brother had become an orc.
Nia looked down at her own body, finding some changes to herself as well. She had also grown, grown more than Reed had, as a matter of fact. But most of her growth seemed to be vertical, going from a short, heavyset girl, to a tall, statuesque beauty, a statue made of obsidian, apparently, as her skin had become black.
Not the dark brown shade of skin tone that was called black, but true, pure, coal black.
"No way..." she whispered, her voice sounding a bit different, more relaxed, more sensual, and to her ears, very sexy.
Nia reached up and grabbed a portion of her hair, pulling it in front of her eyes, finding it pure, snow white.
"No way!" she said again, more excited than scared.
She pulled up her shirt to check her belly, and then peered down at her legs; all of it was the same jet black shade as the rest of her. She also took the time to tuck the new addition between her legs back into her undergarments; somehow it had popped out right through the zipper, which was rather ruined.
The pain in his head seeming to have passed, Reed looked around at their surroundings and then focused on Nia. He blinked a few times and slowly looked her over before speaking.
"Nia?" he asked, voice deeper and a bit... thicker than normal, "Is that you?"
She nodded and grinned, "Yeah, I think so! Isn't it cool? Somehow I'm a dark elf!"
Reed looked down at his large, purple hands, running one over his chest and abdomen.
"Well... if the headache was what I had to put up with to look this good, I'd consider it well worth it." He said with a fanged grin, stripping off his shirt to admire his new muscles.
Nia, on the other hand, looked up and down the hall, finding some oddities. In places it seemed like it was closer to way the school had been, the walls alongside them covered with lockers. In others it was more like a castle passageway, with chests placed on platforms set into the wall, rather than lockers.
She walked down the hall a ways, peering down the other intersections and then into one of the classrooms, or what had been a classroom. It seemed more like a barracks now, though it was totally empty, free even of a teacher transformed into a mind flayer, or a class pet that became a displacer beast, or anything remotely like that.
Nia saw movement out of the corner of her eye, but the movement was her own, reflected in a mirror on the wall. She approached, admiring her reflection. While plain and dumpy before, Nia considered herself to be an absolute knockout now. It was a shame that her clothes weren't quite suited for her sexy new frame.
She grinned to herself and stepped back out into the hall, her grin widening.
The lockers were still there, but the locks, however, were not.
The dark elf giggled and slapped her brother on the back, "C'mon, big guy, let's try and find us a new wardrobe!
-o-
Joey's tail twitched as he sucked himself off, the pleasure of the act much more intense that the muffled sensations that usually filled his dreams. It felt so very real, encompassing all the senses. He could taste the sweet, slicks drops of pre on his tongue, he could feel the wet smoothness of his saliva soaked shaft as it slid over his lips, he could feel the hot pressure building inside him as he neared climax.
He felt his entire body quiver as he found his mouth filled with huge amounts of sticky sweetness, too much to swallow, he found it leaking from his muzzle, dripping onto his chest and belly.
"Oh wow..." he gasped, out of breath from the intense self-loving, "That's too much!"
"I don't know..." purred a deep, sensual voice from above him; it looks hardly worth bothering for to me."
The voice seemed to sink into Joey's bones, making them quiver with delight. He slowly drew his gaze upward, eyes widening at the sight of the creature above him. More accurately, it was the creature's head and neck, a long, sensuous, streamlined muzzle leading to a long, serpentine neck.
The dragon's scales looked to be a shade of tarnished gold, and they seemed to glisten in the light from the candelabra on the table. Pure purple eyes peered down at him, sparkling with amusement.
"Seeing as you are so... shall we say eager... with your muzzle, having consumed both my dinner and a generous helping of your own desert, I think perhaps that you could seek to repay your host for the meal with a similar act?" the large reptile purred.
The thought seemed to bypass Joey's conscious mind entirely. He found himself getting up while he was still considering what the dragon had said. As he turned back, he saw the size of his host. It was about the size of a horse, but most definitely heavier.
Though the majestic creature's body was a similar size, its legs were thicker and shorter, but they still were straight down like a mammal rather than a true reptile. Scintillating golden wings jutted from the dragon's back, narrowing into a sort of frilled crest along the sides that met at the base of the tail, becoming a sort of fin.
The dragon was very long and thin, though not quite the snake-like serpentine dragons from Asian myths, more like a cheetah or a greyhound was a long, thin, streamlined cat or dog.
The lizardboy found himself hugging his host's neck, nuzzling at the smooth scale with his snout. His tongue flicked out, ingesting the dragon's scent. Ahh, this was the odd, pleasing aroma that he had followed into the dining room. Up close like this, Joey found himself calming, his breathing slowing, becoming more relaxed. It was instinctive, dragons wouldn't hurt him, they would protect him, keep him safe.
"Go on, my pet, you know what I want." The dragon rumbled, softly nuzzling Joey's neck, "Don't be shy."
Joey found himself grinning and blushing as the dragon called him 'pet.' He felt his member surge back to full arousal at the thought of being the dragon's plaything. He knelt, crawling beneath his master's belly, his tail swaying gently from side to side with delight.
The dragon's shaft was enormous, the size of Joey's arm, at the very least. It was rather like his own but more... predatory. It had the same bumps on the underside, but it retained the same width all the way to the end, where it actually got bigger. The spade shaped head narrowed to a point, where a thick droplet of precum awaited Joey's eager, questing tongue.
The pet wrapped both hands around the dragon's thick shaft, caressing just beneath the head. He brought his lips to the tip, giving it a gentle kiss while lapping up the sweet treat. He quivered softly at the taste, so very much like that wonderful, frothy desert he had drank.
The lizardboy lay on his back, wrapping his legs around the base of the dragon's member, his tail curling around it as well. Joey opened his muzzle wide, somehow managing to take the head of the dragonshaft into his mouth and throat. It fit in easily and without discomfort, like it was meant to be there.
"Mmm... very good, well worth the price of my mostly eaten steak, I think; though the potion in the goblet was for you. Well, not you in particular, but rather whoever happened along." The dragon purred, squatting down on his haunches so that Joey could grind his own aching shaft against the dragon's mighty member.
"I haven't the slightest idea where all you humans came from, what with your rather colorful clothes, no weapons, and not a spellcaster amongst you. Quite an ill-prepared raid on a dragon's lair; let me tell you. Though the magic that preceded it was perhaps the strongest I've ever seen."
Joey paid little attention to his master's words, they didn't concern him, all that he needed with right in front of him; shiny, black, glistening, and oh so warm.
"I have had a very busy and productive afternoon. I can only imagine what else I'll accomplish before dinner. I'm quite glad I've taken the time to set up so many traps. It would be quite tiring to personally enslave so many scampering little human pets." The dragon purred.
Joey's eyes opened at that, and he was suddenly aware that this was most definitely not a dream, but try as he might, he couldn't unwrap himself from the dragon's gorgeous cock.
"Mmm... I love it when I dispel the mind fog and realization sets in. Let me tell you what you are now, my pet...."
-o-
After a few minutes of searching the lockers, Nia had managed to find quite the selection of clothes for herself. She'd tried on several outfits and combinations, but kept coming back to what were essentially the sluttiest clothes she could find.
Bubblegum pink platform heels, a matching leather miniskirt, and something that was oddly enough found in one of the chests in the room, a sort of micro t-shirt-like top that showed off several inches of her lower cleavage, but clung stubbornly in place no matter how she moved.
Considering the absolute skimpiness that sword-swinging women in comics and movies wore, more than likely it was some sort of magic armor. Nia found herself admiring the way the white and pink contrasted with her ebony skin, her new organ was half erect as she admired herself in the mirror in the back of the barracks locker she had been investigating.
Oddly enough for a barracks, there hadn't been any weapons so far, but there were some locked cabinets, which Reed was doing his best to break open. Nia smirked as she turned and admired her brother's muscular frame. They hadn't found much of anything that fit him, though they'd replaced his torn pants with thematically appropriate bright green shorts.
With a loud crack, the wooden cabinet's door gave way, spilling a sort of sparkly dust into the air. Reed sneezed and blinked his eyes. Aside from the dust there didn't seem to be much of anything inside that warranted being protected by a lock, just more blankets.
Reed sighed; he'd hoped he'd have found something useful and made Nia happy. It was a bit difficult to think about things and it was just easier to let Nia do the thinking. He sneezed again, the dust that had settled onto his body making it feel a little warm.
The orc turned and watched Nia for awhile, the dark elf occupied with her reflection in the mirror, her pink skirted rump extended as she bent downwards, leaning forward to apply passion pink lipstick to her dark lips.
Such a perfect, sexy rump, and for that matter a perfect, sexy body, and Reed wasn't the only one to think so. He had noticed the odd tear in Nia's pants, the thick white puddle on the carpet, and the bulge in the front of her skirt that had appeared as she had gawked at her own beauty.
Nia was turned on by her own body, and Reed was increasingly feeling aroused by it as well. His already clouded thoughts seemed to slip away further as he felt a tightening in his pants. With a smile he slipped them off, he was aroused, Nia was aroused, and it would be fun to give his sexy sister something to make her feel good, since he hadn't found anything useful.
He walked across the barracks, slipping up behind his sister. He moved quickly, one hand slipping under her shirt, gripping a plentiful black breast, the other gripping that bulge in her skirt, stroking it in a manner honed to perfection by long nights of internet porn.
"Reed! What the fuck?!" Nia shouted, trying to wriggle her way free of the overbearing orc pinning her to the locker.
Reed only heard the word 'fuck,' and took it as a sign to keep going, he tugged down his sister's panties.
"No! No! Stop it! This is wrong, you realize We're..." Nia protested, pausing to think. She looked back at her brother, then imagined herself. The two of them looked nothing alike. So was it really incest anymore?
Nia moaned as Reed's thick orcish member forced its way between her legs. She had gotten herself pretty worked up by admiring her sexy body in what was admittedly a very slutty outfit, her cock had begun to throb and her pussy had begun to ache before Reed had clumsily thrust himself upon her.
"This is wrong." Nia giggled, "So very, very wrong."
The thought made her loins ache even more. She was a Drow, after all, doing wrong, immoral things was in her nature, after all.
"No, oh no, you big gorgeous beast!" she giggled, opening her legs ever so slightly.
Both siblings moaned as purple flesh disappeared into ebony depths. While not the first sexual act for either, it was the first with a partner that was not an inanimate object. Nia moaned loudly, grinning as she protested and gave token attempts at escape. Her brother felt so good inside her, nice and thick, and though his caress of her maleness and breasts was a bit crude and ham-handed, it also felt quite good.
"You're pathetic!" Nia growled, "You think this gentle lay will please a woman?"
The words filled Reed's mind, somehow he managed to comprehend their meaning. He bared his teeth and abandoned all restraint, pounding into his sister, growling as well. He bit into her neck with his fang, enough to bruise, perhaps, but not enough to break the skin.
For her part, Nia could no longer shout protests or spur her brother on; she was lost in her deviant, dark elf lust, reveling in her ravishing. She pressed herself up against the bank of lockers with each thrust he made into her, shoving back each time he drew away, angered that he would dare try to deprive her of that wonderful, cunt-stretching thing that he had rammed into her without permission. She would not allow him to take it away until she was damned ready.
With each thrust Nia slammed into the lockers, her body protesting at it, but her mind and spirit relishing it, her pain adding to her pleasure.
Neither noticed the small bottle atop the lockers, it had been back against the wall, the seven foot height of the storage units too much to see over. With each thrust of the Orc's body, for he was using his entire weight to drive himself into Nia, the bottle crept forward an inch or so.
Both siblings were too absorbed in their lusts for them to notice that Reed had begun to change. Where the dust had touched his body, his purple skin began to darken, becoming smooth and shiny, like an amethyst. His already thick nails darkened to black, beginning to grow forth from his fingertips, fingertips that began to shorten.
The orc released his grip on Nia's neck, throwing his head back in a feral howl of pleasure, his formidable teeth beginning to grow and lengthen. Soft pops could be heard as his body began to contort itself into a new configuration. While his earlier change had merely been one of mass moving around, this one was far more than that.
Nia's howl joined Reed's as she felt his cock seem to surge, to grow inside her. She felt something give way within her, pained pleasure, and her anger was enough to clear her mind for a moment, "Dammit, you could go deeper this whole time and you've been tormenting me with your half-assed effort?!" she snarled, before she was once more lost in an ocean of ecstasy.
Reed's legs joined his torso in the symphony of cracks and pops. Toenails became huge, black, lethal claws that gleamed in the barracks' light. Portions of the leg grew shorter, while others lengthened, forcing Reed up on his toes. A forked tongue lolled from the side of his mouth, or more accurately his muzzle.
The orc's face slowly pushed forward, red eyes gaining narrow slits, black horns curling back from his temples. The orc-dragon growled his pleasure, beginning to care more for his own pleasure.
His hand parted ways from his sister's body, inciting a cascade of curses. But a second surge of girth, and a shift in shape to her brother's pounding, pulsing shaft quickly silenced them. As did the sudden impact of a fragile glass bottle atop her head.
"WHAT THE FUCK?!" she howled, more out of surprise than pain. A thick, viscous goo dripped down her body. Though also black, the blackness of the fluid contained a bit of blue that made it gleam such a shade where it was struck by the light. The oily essence seemed to creep over her flesh, sinking into her pores with a cool chill.
Reed paid the stuff no mind. He gripped Nia's shoulders with clumsy forepaws, his body more like a beast than a man. A scaled, snarling beast. He hissed softly as something slithered out from his rump, his thick, draconic tail smashing into the nightstand behind him, sending it spiraling across the room.
As the slime seeped into her, Nia began to change as well. Since her oafish brother had lost interest, her hands replaced his at her breast and member, the latter of which seemed to surge in her hand, much as Reed's had done moments before.
Thick, heavy, and deep blue-black, Nia quivered as her hand traveled over small bumps that grew in on the underside. Her vocalizations ceased as her hand popped over the six ridges at the base, three to a side. The growing, spade-shaped tip darkened the smooth wood of the lockers as it drooled thick precum onto them as it rubbed against the wood with each thrust.
Clawed fingertips dug into the flesh of her black breast, thumb and forefinger tightly gripping the now deep blue nipple, sending spikes of icy pain and hot pleasure through the dark elf's body. She opened her mouth to send a hiss of pleasure through clenched, white fangs.
With a near-deafening roar, Reed's climax arrived as did the final changes, his hair becoming a rough mane, a line of thick, black spikes pushing their way out of his skin along his spine and tail, his neck elongating into something befitting a dragon.
Nia cried out as she was suddenly filled by what seemed like gallons of his scalding hot essence. But the pain vanished quickly, and her body seemed to gulp up every last drop, none of it spilling from her, even as Reed pulled away, his member making an audible pop as it parted ways from his sister's sex.
Apparently satisfied, he turned away and hopped up onto one of the beds, curling up.
Nia leaned against the lockers, panting. Her efforts at pleasuring herself ceasing. Azure claws dug grooves into the locker's door as pink boots shifted to make openings for cerulean talons.
"You didn't..." Nia whispered, a chill running down her spine, beyond her spine, down into the length of ebon tail that emerged.
"You didn't!" she repeated, louder, eyes blazing with fury as a pair of ribbed horns emerged from her temples, their sharp points framing Nia's vision, pointing her to the target of her wrath.
"YOU DIDN'T JUST PULL OUT BEFORE I CAME, DID YOU?!" Nia snarled, wings erupting from her shoulders and fanning to their absolute widest, making her look large and terrifying.
The feral Reed looked up at the noise, eyes wide.
He tried to make it for the door, but Nia was on him with one flap of her wings. Though the dragon was far larger, he was hampered by the fact that he was neither enraged, nor that he was in possession of a fully loaded cock that had been coaxed to the point of climax, and then released before the big moment.
The dragon found his tail gripped and tugged upward, a powerful punch to his back forcing his forequarters down onto the floor.
Nia hissed with rage, driving her aching shaft into her brother's tailhole, "YOU... DON'T... CUM... UNTIL... I... TELL... YOU!" she growled, punctuating each word with a powerful thrust.
She sighed as a cool tickled spread over her skin, bringing shiny scales with it, transforming her truly into an obsidian beauty.
The dark dragoness closed her eyes as she thrust deep into the dragon before her, her own dark shaft erupting and spilling her discomforting seed deep into the creature's body.
"You belong to me!" she growled, hugging her brother's tail, "And you will learn to see to your mistress' pleasure before your own!"
Reed whimpered and nodded his head, not wanting to displease the angry, forceful, dominating dragoness behind him.
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"You see, my pet, dragons are creatures of powerful magic. It is only natural that creatures with such strong bodies, minds, and spirits can have many effects on lesser beings. It has been shown that a dragon's bloodline can be added to nearly any creature, so long as it can breed and draw breath." The tarnished gold dragon explained to his new plaything.
Joey smiled at his master, his hands cradling his round, seed-filled belly. It had been delicious, heartbreakingly delicious. He knew that he was bound to the dragon against his will, but if he resisted, or tried to escape, he would be forever denied any more of the wonderful, plentiful sweetness that made his greedy tummy swell.
The dragon had curled up on a pile of pillows and cushions in one corner, Joey cuddled against him beneath a soft, majestic wing.
"So it should come as no surprise, no pun intended, that the sexual essence of a dragon, a substance released naturally with the intent of making new draconic life, may indeed create such a life while within the body of a different creature. Of course it takes training to do, and requires a great deal of magical effort. But it is well worth it, and there are so many fun ways to do so, and with so many differing results."
The dragon yawned, curling away from Joey, "Such magics are what I use to defend my lair from robbers, invaders, and egocentric lesser creatures that seek to slay me for no reason other than their own pride. Feh."
The lizardboy moaned softly as the dragon's warmth was taken away from him, though a different sort of warmth pulsed gently throughout his midsection.
"Which is why I keep a goblet filled with a little concoction meant to tantalize the senses of taste and smell nearby when I eat my dinner in my humanoid shape; after chasing me away from my meal, most of those self-loving pricks sees nothing wrong with devouring my lovingly prepared supper. I think it only fitting that I inflict my most humiliating transformation upon a prospective murderer."
The great beast chuckled, "You'll learn to enjoy it, truly enjoy it, in time, little one. All the other Jeyarr did. The changes to your body begin even now, making you an exceptionally fertile female, in part."
Joey shuddered at that, though a shameful, distant ache filled his loins at the thought of it.
"Made heavy and round with eggs, with equally heavy and round milk-filled breasts. Something I find rather attractive on a biped, actually. But a Jeyarr's role isn't merely to breed for her dragon, oh no. She is a pleasure toy, a plaything, a living dildo that can be passed around for other dragons to relieve their sexual frustrations upon."
"I'm not going to pass you around or insist you spread your legs at a moment's notice for every one of my pets that passes by, but I will ask that you try and hone your technique, though pleasurable, it was a bit sloppy. You could easily keep me on the edge of climax all day, and you most certainly can refrain from climaxing on me at least until I've had my fun."
Joey's green facial scales reddened with a blush. His master had made him lick every inch of the dragon' mighty member clean. He couldn't stop himself from doing it, though he had quite thoroughly enjoyed the flavor.
"Now, if you would head off into what would be the gymnasium in your version of this building, you will find where I keep most of my horde. You can help yourself to a trinket or two if you like, but what I want you there for is to practice your technique on my new guards. I think after a few hours of drilling, they'll be quite worked up and in need of some release." The dragon purred.
The dragon's words made the lizardboy quiver, and he felt himself standing up and darting away in the direction of the gym, now treasure hall, without the thought going to his brain for consideration.
His blush deepened as he found himself hard once more, his body eager to please his master's guards. He wondered what they would be like, and as he opened the double doors, he got his answer.
Perhaps eight feet in height, muscular, frames larger and wider than even the football team's linebackers; they stood in a line, moving swords and shields on cue, the mailed tops and plated skirts in familiar colors and patterns, but with far different material.
"Okay team!" roared the largest of the guards, "Let's try it again!"
The phalanx shouted their new, yet familiar battle cry, moving their weapons in tandem.
"TWO, FOUR, SIX, EIGHT, WHO DO WE EVISCERATE?!" |
Shattered Shards: Hell's Henchman
Colin bolted upright in bed, gasping for breath. He clasped his arms over his chest expecting a crushing pain, but instead he felt nothing. He couldn't quite remember why he was expecting agony, but somehow his body was surprised by its absence.
He looked around and found himself in a candlelit room that was completely unfamiliar to him. The sheets beneath him were silk and the covers atop were satin. Both were a shimmering red-orange in color, as were the walls, ceiling, and floor. All of the room looked like it had been carved from some strange sort of marble, orange-red shot through with veins of black.
The air was warm and dry with a strange sulfurous sense upon it. The room was not any Colin was familiar with, and it didn't seem to be the sort that would be in a hospital. Though Colin couldn't quite remember why he should be in a hospital, or why he should have expected the pain of broken bones when he awoke.
Nor could he figure out why he was unable to move his legs from the bed; he could move them around just fine, but the moment he tried to swing them over the side or to step off the bed they refused to obey his commands. His arms, too, couldn't reach beyond. Trying to hurl himself off was right out.
As Colin tried to solve the puzzle, the door to his room opened with the shrill squeak of hinges in need of oil. His eyes widened and he gasped in shock and horror at the sight of what walked in. It was nearly 9 feet in height, with sleek, blood red skin, spiraling black horns, gleaming onyx talons, and a massive reptilian tail. It was female, he supposed, in that it had breasts but a second look down its naked body left him more confused than anything. It seemed to be male and female in one, as well as a mix between several creatures. The only beasts that had such features were ones out of mythology.
"Mythology indeed," said the creature, "now give it some thought. Take a good look at me and see if you can figure out where you are." It said in a surprisingly sexy female voice.
The colors, the heat, and the demonic form of the thing that stood before him led Colin to one conclusion; that he died and was in hell.
"That is correct," the demon said with a smile, somehow able to read Colin's thoughts, "you have gone on to your reward in the afterlife."
Colin began to protest, nothing he could think of that he had done was deserving of eternal punishment and damnation.
"It's not a matter of wickedness and sin," the demon said, sitting upon Colin's bed, "but rather of there not being any alternative in place at the moment. You might be aware of some globe spanning changes lately. Two entire universes blended together to become one. The result is a rather strange mix of both versions of Earth that has become greater than the sum of its parts, strange new technologies to the world we came from, and the introduction of the supernatural into your own."
Colin found himself paralyzed as the demoness fixed her gaze upon him. Her irises were a glowing, golden yellow, the pupils slitted, adrift upon pools of pure, inky blackness. He could feel the force of an incredible will and power behind her gaze and knew he was helpless to resist her.
"And strangely the places it in your world that harbored the most belief in a divine power have not had that power claimed. It is as if your creator deities made the world and walked away long ago. With such a titanic vastness as your universe offers I can easily see why. Why limit your omnipotence to a single marble orbiting an unremarkable ball of fire when you have literally trillions of such marbles to create, shape, and explore?"
"And that is what we've happened upon here. The Joined Earth and its orbiting realms are such a stunning vastness that even the gods of Old Aerth must explore it with their own eyes, and the eyes of their worshippers. No gods have been able spread their teachings here and none likely even know of its existence."
"Belief is power, and that power upon the Old Aerth has created thousands of little, personal Hells. And it is one of these Hells that has discovered a city-state filled with untapped divine power, and no opposition to that lays claim to it. For the moment there is no Heaven, and as the beliefs or so conflicted, every person is condemned by many others to Hell. After all, their own tiny, personal subset of religious beliefs MUST be the true one, after all they are the center of existence and their thoughts are the only ones that truly matter." The demon said with a laugh.
"But I don't want to spend the rest of eternity in Hell," Colin protested, finally managing to find his voice. "Isn't there some sort of thing I can do? Traditionally there's always some sort of way out of the underworld..."
The demoness nodded, her black lips parting to reveal the sharp teeth of a meat tearing predatory creature; "Yes, there is; the traditional exchange of souls. You can leave here if you can convince another to take your place."
"Well, it's not exactly eternal torment. We're not one of those whips, chains, torture racks, and red-hot pokers up the ass type places. And while most certainly some of the things we do here are considered tortures, things aren't so bad once you get used to them."
"Our particular little hell isn't the sort for eternal punishment. We take those sinful, wicked souls and try to purge that darkness from them. In the old world we would trade souls with other Hells in order to acquire those more to our liking. Those that could not be purified and sold to the higher planes would either be sold again to another Hell or kept on and transformed over time into a demon." She said with a wink.
"Reproduction is a mortal act and can only be achieved during a mortal lifetime. A thousand years is about the cutoff point for a demon to bear offspring. Beyond that at least one of the partners will need to be a mortal, or at least a demigod in power. They'll breed with anything, you know, mortal women, prized bulls, swans, fruit trees, basically anything that moves, or at least sways in the wind."
"Anyway, you are curious about what you can do to leave?"
Colin nodded rapidly, trusting the demoness to be truthful about the whole eternal torment thing.
"While you say you cannot think of one willing soul that would take your place, I'm sure you could think of a handful that would deserve punishment. Until your soul has been parted from the material plane for 24 hours, you are still considered to be mortal and alive. If you return to your realm and mark three dark souls for us to claim, we are willing to release our claim upon your spirit, allowing you to remain on the material plane until your body dies again."
Colin took a deep breath and sighed. "Yeah, I can think of a few people from my life who aren't particularly nice. I'd rather have them down here than me."
The demoness smiled and leaned down, planting a burning hot kiss upon Colin's forehead. He cried out in pain as the demon's lips seared their mark in his flesh.
Colin felt the heat of the kiss spreading from the burning brand upon his forehead, oozing through his veins and centering in his loins. For the first time he noticed that he was without clothes, having awoken completely naked. He blushed as he felt himself growing aroused, blood beginning to pump into his member at the urging of the demoness.
"But in order to mark these individuals, to further my plans for your corner of the world, I need you to be a bit more than you are." She said, her large, taloned hand encircling Colin's shaft.
He couldn't help but moan and thrust into her grip; her sanguine toned skin was soft and smooth to the touch. He could feel her inner fire, manifested as the heat of her body. The human was hard as a rock in an instant. And most disconcertingly so was the demoness.
Rather than the goat and serpent-based demons that filled the mythology that Colin knew, Aeshma seemed to be based off of the dinosaur; the Tyrannosaurus rex to be precise. Though her hips resembled a human woman's feminine curves, a second glance revealed that they were the broad and powerful legs of a bipedal beast, the predatory pinnacle of its time.
She had walked somewhat hunched over, as if anchored down by the massive weight of her bountiful breasts. Merely due to her height they were the largest Colin had ever seen, but even in proportion to the rest of her they were incredibly large, the lower portion attaching to her frame halfway between the usual place and her navel, allowing the twin orbs to swell even larger than they normally would. She could nearly hide a person between them.
Long, thick, lustrous navy-blue hair cascaded down her shoulders and back, ending just above her thick, powerful tail; Colin couldn't help himself- he reached up and ran his fingers through it; surprised that it was silky soft and not scratchy and rough like he would expect that of a demon to be.
She was stunningly beautiful, even with her rather bestial features. Her legs bent backward, like those of the beast, and each of the two fingers and thumb upon each hand was tipped with a wicked looking black claw that Colin instinctively knew could cleave stone. But as she caressed his manhood he knew he was safe from harm.
Her tail was as long as she was tall, tipped with a sharp black spade shaped of bone from the end. It came to a spear-like point and looked rather dangerous. Smooth, black horns curled back from her temples like those of a ram, but unlike a ram these did not continue to curl but turned straight forward after curving 180 degrees.
Her face was strange, halfway between that of a human woman and a prehistoric monster. Her eyes were reptilian, but were placed in a human manner, perched above her bestial muzzle. Her broad snout featured lush, full jet black lips that covered her sharp canine teeth. A long, black, forked tongue slithered from her maw, curling around a fist-sized nipple.
But what really drew Colin's attention was the impressive package between the demoness' legs. The pitch-shaded cock was as long as Colin's leg and even thicker around. It protruded from an animalistic sheath, and appeared just as bestial. It reminded Colin of an equine length, long, large, and thick with a ring around the middle. But where a horse's shaft would flatten out Aeshma's cock flared outwards and then slowly narrowed to a point; her length ending in a three-dimensional spade shape.
"I think we'll both enjoy what I'm about to do with this." Aeshma said with a grin.
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Colin's eyes widened; his body not wanting that titanic prick to have anything to do with him. Especially not anything that had to do with being inside of him.
"Oh don't worry," Aeshma said, positioning herself, "I'm not going to be putting anything in you, you're going to be putting a little something in me."
Her precum leaked generously, coating Collins waist, thighs, and balls with her hot, steaming juices. He felt like it ought to be burning him, that he should be screaming in pain from having his loins doused with burning hot lubrication. But instead her heat was oddly comforting and pleasurable, enhancing his sexual experience. He couldn't help but wrap his hands around her member in order to aid him in fucking it.
"Mmm... there you go, my dear. Just relax, do what feels natural to you, do what feels fun." Aeshma purred.
It felt like a dream to Colin, perhaps the strangest wet dream he'd ever had, only that it wasn't. Everything felt real, far more real than the phantom sensations of slumber spawned fantasies. He found his head filled with strange ideas, desires, and things he wanted to try. To his suddenly practiced eye he knew that if he leaned downward just a bit he could...
"Ooh!" the demoness moaned, "That's perfect, just the spot."
Aeshma's titanic cock was a mix of male and female organs, at first glance it appeared to be entirely a massive male member, but its sheer size was enough to contain a perfectly functional pussy within it. Somehow Colin had known right where the demon's g-spot was.
It felt good to thrust into her at an angle, her inner walls providing texture and resistance upon his rock-hard shaft. He leaned a bit further forward, his hands sliding along Aeshma's length, putting her wondrous tits right in front of him.
Colin moaned softly as her hot, smooth skin pressed against his cheek, a soft sizzling sound heard as he traced his tongue over the crimson surface. Her heat was enough to boil his saliva, but oddly enough it didn't harm him in the slightest. In fact the heat spurred him on; it seemed to seep into him, further igniting the fires of his lust.
Her nipples were just as oversized as the rest of her, but somehow Colin managed to take one in his mouth. Soft, sweet, sleek, shiny... all were words that came to mind when he thought of their glistening darkness. The demoness' hand held his head gently against her breast and she stroked his hair. Her touch was electric.
"Do be careful little one; there are consequences for drinking the nectar of a demoness as powerful as I. Not to say you won't enjoy them immensely, but do keep in mind that they are there, nonetheless."
Colin ignored the warning. Consequences be damned. He was enjoying himself immensely in bed; Aeshma had far more to offer than any of the women he'd had during his mortal lifetime. Whatever happened, it didn't really matter. Something inside Colin spurred him on, to see to the demoness' pleasure rather than his own.
He had no words to describe the taste that spread over his tongue. It was beyond any of the flavors he had ever tasted. Every meal afterward would pale in comparison to the thick nectar that he drew from the demoness' breast. It burned, but in a good way, its heat spreading from his mouth, down his throat, into his belly, and from there to the rest of his body.
Aeshma chuckled and wrapped her arms around the human, her bare skin incredible against her own. Colin found himself wishing that she had wings in order to wrap him further with her sweet, hot flesh. Or, perhaps better yet, wings of his own. Aeshma chuckled, curving her tail around between her legs, and between Colin's. She used it to pull him even tighter against her. Her embrace was all the heaven Colin would ever need.
"Climax for me, little one, climax and I'll start you on your journey..." she whispered. The great creature leaned down, her long, black, forked tongue snaking from her mouth, long enough to slither down her breast and slip between Colin's own lips. Her saliva was like the greatest aphrodisiac the world had ever known. It made every cell in his body yearn for her, throbbing, aching, overwhelmed with lust.
"Don't be shy, all your anxieties will be gone in a moment. Just release yourself, spill that little bit of life force into me, give me a way in..."
Colin heard her words, but didn't quite understand them. He wasn't sure what she wanted, and all he desired was to be like this, loving her, pressed up against her, serving her, for all time.
Aeshma made a sound that was half growl and half giggle as she dug her clawed hands into Colin's rump. He felt flesh give way beneath her talons, but there was no pain, there was not even any blood, just a sensation of her against him taken tenfold.
He cried out, his member erupting with a powerful torrent of seed, everything his body contained that could create new life from his own. It left him in a single, powerful surge, slurped up eagerly by the demon's body. The throes of climax continued, but without the accompanying spurts of further fluid. Instead each moment seemed to draw something into him, something dark, hot, sinister, and yet wonderful.
"There we are, my pet." Aeshma purred, withdrawing her claws from Colin. The skin no worse for the wear save for a little redness.
The human slumped against his mistress, snuggling up to her, basking in her warmth. She petted him, stroked him, ran her fingers through his hair. Her touch tickled terribly, and it made Colin giggle as she played with his hair. She seemed to be drawing it out, coaxing it to grow. If he'd been looking Colin would've noticed that the roots were coming out pure white. As his hair reached past his shoulders in length, the color began spreading through the tips until it tinted every strand the shade of snow.
The bright red coloration of the claw marks upon Colin's rear began to spread as well, his skin taking on the same crimson shade as Aeshma's. Not merely the tint, but the texture as well, sleek, smooth, and perfect beyond the ability of the mortal body to perform. Imperfections and blemishes banishing beneath a gleaming tide of bright blood red. As the demonic coloration spread it began to alter Colin's form to go along with it.
Aeshma rubbed her pet's rear, reshaping it to a respectable roundness. Colin moaned softly at the touch, not noticing a change in the tone of his voice. An outgrowth of the hips came next, along with quite a lot of narrowing in the waist. She traced her fingertips up her pet's side, pulling the change along.
With a single hand she picked him up, pulling Colin away from her, their still erect shafts parting with a wet slurp. The changing human made soft sounds of protest, but Aeshma resumed her caresses. Even more so, her obsidian lips parted, planting kisses upon Colin's neck and shoulders, each leaving the perfect silhouette of a kiss upon his skin in purest claret. In a few moments they too began to spread over his skin.
Aeshma traced her talon-tips down Colin's legs, leaving faint trails of red from his hips to his knees. She ran her hands down his calves, leaving broader swaths of cherry down to his feet. She took one foot in both of her hands, rubbing them deeply, drawing a groan from Colin. Though her touch was hard, it was no more so than that of a strong massage, but still bones cracked softly within them. Toes merged from five to two, the nails turning black just as skin was stained forever red as they grew as well.
The demon repeated the process, leaving the feet to change on their own, working on her pet's calves. Once more bones popped, shifting into the configuration of a beast. From now on Colin would stride upon wicked hooves, halfway between predatory claws and the familiar cloven hoof of a devil.
His gait was altered by his mistress' caress, more suited to matching her own. Though not giving him the hunched over stance Aeshma sported, Colin's legs were suited quite well for running. Aeshma had a feeling that her pet would be doing a little bit of running some time soon.
The shift in function was not the only change to Colin's legs, despite their bestiality they were also quite shapely, and that shape was decidedly feminine. She moved upward, taking Colin's hands in her own, nibbling playfully upon the fingertips. She took them into her mouth, the digits entering in twos, tan, and adorned with short nails. They left as a single merged digit, tipped with a gleaming black talon, and colored the same radiant red as the rest of Colin's transforming body.
She brushed silken snow white strands from Colin's face, the demonic taint spreading from her touch, altering the former human's features. The changes left the basic traits of Colin's face alone, but feminized them and enhanced them, granting the increasingly female half-demon an exotic beauty that could bewitch man and woman alike. Lips grew perfectly puffy and eternally black and sleek, the perfect onyx hue forever without makeup.
A clawtip playfully flicked each ear, forcing it into a smooth elven point, adding further to Colin's otherworldly beauty. He began to moan softly, his voice sultry, seductive, and unmistakably female. Aeshma trailed her tongue down her pet's neck, stopping to circle around each nipple, turning them as black as night and to stir a slight swelling in the flesh around them.
Her tongue lapped at Colin's manhood, drawing passionate cries from the still dazed pet. The last unaltered portion of the once human, it offered not resistance to her corrupting caress, the skin of the shaft becoming black, and sack the same sweet red as the rest of Colin.
Unlike the rest of him, Colin's member was not feminized; in fact it was growing larger, thicker. The new demon cried out in bliss as his... her shaft surged in size within her mistress' maw. Aeshma's own still put Colin's to shame, but it was bigger than just about anything a mortal male would have. A mortal male human, at least.
Longer and longer, thicker and thicker, even the slightest increase in volume seemed to turn her pleasure up another notch. A feral hiss of delight left Colin's throat as her mistress caressed her sack, imparting growth upon them, making them match to the increasingly bestial member that continued to grow within her mouth.
With a chuckle she drew back, leaving her pet panting, newly demonic eyes, yellow with slit pupils upon pure blackness, looking up at Aeshma, begging for more. She looked down upon her altered member, nearly a foot and a half in length, as thick as her forearm, and utterly animalian in nature. It looked like that of a horse, with its long length, its red-skinned sheath surrounding the base, and the thick ring in the middle. Though the head was a bit different. Rather than the flat trumpet shape, it seemed to round up at the edges, making a very slight, bowl-shaped indent.
"There you are, my dear, everything you need to complete the task required for you back in the mortal world." Aeshma said proudly, looking over her creation.
The new demoness looked herself over, comparing herself to her mistress. She felt wonderful but... it didn't seem quite right. She was missing several of the usual demonic features, for one, fangs, wings, horns; she didn't even have a spade-tipped tail.
Aeshma chuckled, "Those are rewards, my dear, promotions as it were onto a greater class of demon. But they would require a permanent bonding to this form, as it were. There is a great deal of latitude that can be taken with your form and still leaving you mortal. If we go any further you would be marked forever as demonic. Of course you'll already be marked as such for what you'll have to do to cement yourself back on the living world so..."
Colin grinned, her taloned hands tracing up her toned midsection, cupping her budding breasts, caressing them as they expanded outward. She loved the way her new form felt, still male on a technicality, but it was most certainly more fun to look at and play with than her mortal male form. She wouldn't mind keeping it at all. Her human male self had died, after all. There wasn't really anything from Colin's old life that was worth keeping.
Well... except maybe for a few grudges.
"So there's nothing to lose but my somewhat generic demonic shape?" the new, unnamed demoness asked with a grin.
The young demoness licked her lips, admiring her crimson form once more, "So I have centuries as a smokin' hottie in front of me, hmm?"
Aeshma grinned, "As long as you don't succumb to violence, my dear. But then again, those of my line fair well in both avoiding combat, as well as excelling while engaged in it. Do you want to be mine, little demoness, truly mine?"
The nameless demon nodded her head.
"Excellent." Purred Aeshma, "Now if you'd just sit up we can begin." The new demon blinked a few times, then sat up in the bed. Her view had been blocked by the crumpled covers and her positioning. She quickly realized that her mistress has been pleasuring herself for quite some time. The immortal demoness didn't need to breath, so she hadn't been gasping or panting with the pleasure that the smaller demoness knew she would experience with a cock that size.
She barely had time to form the thought before her world turned pure red. It was soft, sticky, blazing hot, and above all else delicious. Immortal demonseed splattered over her body, which seemed to drink it in, drawing a portion of her queen's dark essence into herself, welcoming it into her heart and soul. It felt so freeing, her mortal and moral restraints being ever so slightly eroded, shifted, sculpted, remaking her into the perfect being to spread her mistress' message in the material world.
As her spirit altered, dark powers making themselves manifest within her, she felt her body responding in kind. It wasn't the same feeling of sweet corruption that her mistress had brought upon her, its gentle warmth and caress over her body was nothing more than a pale imitation of what Aeshma could offer her.
"Complete your task, my dear, and I'll reshape any part of you that you desire." The demon queen purred.
That was enough motivation for the new demoness to complete her task, to find a replacement (or replacements) mortal(s) to take her place in Hell while she roamed the mortal world.
Despite their inability to compare to Aeshma's touch, the alterations still felt quite good. The demon moaned and writhed in the seed-soaked sheets, still more of her mistress' cum splattering onto her body, fuelling further change.
She felt her legs continuing to alter, going further down the bestial path they had started upon. They grew shorter, but thick, more powerful, more suited to the saurian predator that her mistress resembled rather than the bipedal creatures that she stalked. Her cloven hooves shifted as well, becoming more like massively clawed toes than proper hooves. The two toes were joined by a third, the claw upon them becoming even more massive, so much so that it altered the alignment of the toe, allowing it to curl into a massive, wicked, cutting claw that looked to be formed of purest obsidian.
Her hips and rump continued to widen and her waist narrow, almost into a caricature of the ideal female form. If she was going to be bereft of wings, like Aeshma, she was going to need a way to get herself going at quite a speed, and her powerful hunter's legs would grant her that, as well as being a bit more aesthetically pleasing.
Paired with was an increase in the weight upon her chest. Already generous by most standards they grew to wonderfully stripperific proportions. They would always be perfectly positioned, perfect to the touch, perfect in their pertness. Her rack would be the envy of every woman and the fantasy of every man.
A minor discomfort coaxed her to roll onto her belly, her cock and nipples pressing against the warmth slickness of the bed, making her moan. Black spines pushed their way free of her body, forming a perfect line down her neck, over her spine, and down onto her tail. She growled like a beast, her talons hands clawing at the covers. She loved the sensation of her body transforming, her pride at her growing demonic dinosaur traits translated into erotic arousal and pleasure. She hissed with delight, her forked tongue flicking out from between four elongated, aphrodisiac venom-filled fangs.
A translucent amethyst membrane grew between the spikes, giving her a proud, brightly colored crest. The large frill was quickly joined by several others, smaller, not continuous. They started just below her shoulders, rising only an inch or two from the skin, before falling again and vanishing, only to reappear a hand's span lower, repeating the pattern. They appeared in pairs, one to each side of the main crest, all the way down to the tip of her tail.
Her tail spade also had begun to transform, altering from black to purple to match her crest, four thick spikes protruding from it at 45 degree angles to her tail, along with a single, longer spine upon the tip of her tail. The spade grew along with the spines, still as mobile and supple as ever. Dirty thoughts filled her mind of what she could do with it, most prominently be able to stroke her cock and both tits at the same time using her hands and tail.
The same feeling appeared upon her head, only far more intense. Bone popped to from anchors for the demon's new horns, all four of them. The ones upon her temples were comparatively tiny, more like decorations than anything else. But she adored them, a tiny touch to mark her as a demon. The other pair was far larger and potentially useful. Thick, black, and ribbed, they spiraled from her skull, twisting as they grew, encircling her pointed ears, which turned a bit, twisting outward from the sides of her head, assuring that she would not be thought of as properly elven.
She moaned and growled, filled with all sorts of wonderful instincts and feral delights. She felt the last drops of demonseed splatter upon her, the red substance almost like softly glowing liquid latex, thicker and far less watery than mortal seed. Her body soaked up the last of it, her final changes less of additions and more of alterations.
She felt her cock swell, adding a few inches in length and girth, putting her cock at a respectable, or terrifying to a mortal, two feet in length. She felt the swelling center upon the base, a thick knot inflating to assure that her playmates wouldn't have the opportunity to scamper off while she enjoyed them.
The odder of the two changes to her shaft was on the other end entirely; two pairs of small, narrow, six inch tendrils sprouting from the head. They were soft in comparison to her manhood's hardness, but the were also quite dextrous, able to caress and stimulate a lover from within or... or...
Oh my.
The new demoness gasped as her purpose slipped into her mind, the knowledge of the mission she was to accomplish. Her ebon lips parted in a wicked grin and she laughed as her loins continued to alter to suit her assigned objective.
Something stirred in her abdomen, an organ appearing there unlike anything that had ever existed within her frail male shell before. It was not quite a womb and there would be no opening for seed to ever fill it, but it would carry eggs nonetheless.
Her balls grew a bit out of proportion with her wonderful prick, becoming larger still. Their weight felt so wonderful between her legs. And in a moment two additional orbs joined the original pair. They weren't testicles, in fact they were the complete opposite. Their purpose was to produce demonic eggs, red and black ovoids filled with dark energy, to be united with mortal seed.
At last her body had used up all the energy of the demonseed that had been gifted upon her by her mistress. Her sexualized body ached to attention, begged to be fondled, explored, caressed, ravished, violated, anything. But there was something more important that needed to be done, something that the half-mortal's corrupted soul craved more than anything.
She looked up at her mistress with a pleading look in her glowing amber eyes. The greater demoness smiled, stroking her newly reborn 'daughter's' chin with a fingertip, her onyx lips inches from her pet's own.
"Upon this dark day of your newly granted life, my child, I imbue you with the name Tyranna. My beautiful little saurian queen, eager to surround herself with a hive of corrupted princesses..." she whispered.
Their lips met and Tyranna's body shivered with bliss, her cock emptying itself in wondrous climax as her mistress, her mother, burned away the last traces of her old identity from within her. Now and forever she would be Tyranna, down to her very soul. Energy surged into her, fuel for all her demonic powers, forever tied to her mistress-mother, binding her eternally as Aeshma's servant. She felt a soft tickle upon her chest and upon her belly, marks identifying her as Aeshma's thrall.
"Now, as it says in one of your world's holy books, sweet succubus," Aeshma purred, holding the newly born demoness in a tight, loving embrace, "Be fruitful and multiply."
-o-
Tyranna opened her eyes, finding herself standing in an alley, the sounds of traffic picked up by her elf-like ears. She looked down upon herself, curious to see how her mistress-mother's mark had manifested upon her. The first mark was obvious, and the demoness moaned as she cupped her second pair of breasts, smaller than the pair immediately above them, but they were still more than many mortal women could ever hope to have without implants, and they were no less sensitive than the upper pair.
The second mark was a bit more difficult to find, for with such wondrous endowments, in a double dose no less, upon her chest Tyranna had some difficulty seeing her naval. A cracked mirror proper against a nearby dumpster, however, provided her a glimpse.
Upon her ruby skin in the same lavender shade as her crest was a tattoo-like design upon her skin. It was a mix of symbols, the primary part around her naval a spiky representations of a mace, halfway between the spiked weapon and the anklyosaur tail adornment. Below it, tailing down her belly to her groin was the mace's handle, shaped more to look like a reptilian tail than a true shaft, punctuated at the end by a shape in between a spade and a triangle.
She understood the many meanings of the symbol, the demonic tail combined with the saurian traits of all Aeshma's followers, as was its alignment and appearance in regard to gender symbols. It was very much like the male sign, but it pointed down like that of the female. It represented what Aeshma, Tyranna, and many of the demon queen's followers were: technically male, but not quite. It brought a smile to the demon's face.
She strode out of the alley, making a quick series of motions with one hand, almost unconsciously. Lavender mist swirled around her for a moment and when it vanished it left the demoness fully clothed.
Well... partially clothed. Whatever she could get away with leaving uncovered was such, and everything that covered left little to the imagination. Black leather and latex adorned with silver clung to her like a second skin, the only discomfort coming from the obvious tenting of her skirt.
Tyranna loved her new body, and though she wanted to sprint to the nearest sex shop and explore all that her wicked flesh had to offer, she thought it would be infinitely more entertaining to break in her first proper sexual experience in her new flesh with a partner, perhaps introducing them to the wicked delights of a demonic form as well?
Tyranna strode down the street, licking her lips, causing heads to turn, pants to tighten, and panties to grow uncomfortably moist wherever she went. The humans of her former realm lived in ignorance, and their ignorance made it impossible for them to see her for the creature that she had become. Though even the crushing weight of human stupidity couldn't hide what she truly was.
Fucking gorgeous, that's what.
She laughed aloud at the thought, the melodious sound making men and women alike go weak in the knees. Her amber eyes peered up at a road sign, "Hmm, I think a few of my old girlfriends live around here." She thought to herself.
"It would be rude of me to drop by this part of town without paying them a visit."
This time her laughter did not bring weak knees, but feared shudders from mortal passerby. |
(M tf bovine/human\equine hybrid forms)
Allen Richter was a pretty average guy, living a pretty average life. He was not very tall, he was about as athletic as a month old corpse, but he was not bad looking by any standards. He was not talented and did not have any educational focus, but he had a sharp enough whit and had decent grades up to graduating high school. He did not have the money nor focus to take school beyond that, so unfortunately found himself doing odd jobs that ultimately went nowhere. Sure, they pay the bills and allowed him to get by, but he had always imagined himself the protagonist of his own little story. To help someone else, save the day, or do something that was worth remembering. But, it never worked out that way. That was when his friend Marcus presented an unusual offer to him. It seems his wife was working for a secret organization, and they were looking for test volunteers.
Now, Allen sat on a new couch in a home so modern and squeaky clean that you could immediately tell the moment you entered it that no one had lived here yet. This was all his now. The company known as RHE- the rebuilding humanity effort- had just given him this house to do whatever he wanted. Outside its doors, a beautiful little paradise island, oddly shaped like a bowl. They would even restock his fridge and make unbranded clothing for him at whatever specifications he wanted, all to keep him happy while he worked for them. And his job? Pleasure. Experience pleasure, and cum a lot. I mean, that was the super dumbed down version, but that is essentially the job requirement. Since he nodded dumbly at Marcus and told him he was on board, everything had been a blur. He met his wife, the Magistress Telah Reinhart, who then had him flown out to the island (simply called RHEI). She had a meeting in her office in the research wing of the island to talk to Allen and the RHE head researcher, but basically everything they talked about went far over Allen's head. The only thing he really understood out of any of that is that he is going to be transformed into a hybrid of an animal and man using a new process Telah herself invented and its his job to cum as much as possible.
The first pause for Allen to get his thoughts together on the matter was the sound of his new door closing after Telah gave him a brief tour of the nice one floor home that was now his. Now he was alone, though still perfectly human. He drank a tincture they gave him, but it would apparently enable him to transform into whatever body he wanted- pulling from the genes of human, equine, and bovine. Once he had his perfect body, he contacted them and they would make it permanent. It sounded too good to be true, but then the view out his front window looked too good to be true as well- but there it was. An entire wall of his living room was window, and he had drawn the curtains closed and left the lights off in his house as he seen the first woman to walk by so he wouldn't be caught staring! She had four breasts and was entirely naked except for sandals on her feet! He was a bit paranoid about meeting the other test subjects at risk of tenting his pants mid conversation or being caught staring or something. Giant udders, animal features, huge breasts, and multiple breasts! Most of the island was populated with animal hybrid women who all give massive amounts of milk, which RHE then ships around the world as specialty food.
Allen felt an odd sensation in his chest and a warmth, but whenever he looked down there was nothing amiss. He remained by the window, peeking out at anyone passing by to try to let the shock value wear off before he attempted to actually introduce himself to any of these people. The sensation in his chest continued and caused him to idly reach up and scratch his chest and then he quickly looked down and seen his nipples poking into his shirt! Allen pulled his top off and tossed it to the couch to look at himself- the lights were off but enough filtered through the curtains that he could still see. His areola were unusually smooth and puffy and his nipples were larger and erect! They turned from light brown to a red-pink. Those were a woman's nipples! A very subtle feeling of movement under the flesh and the continuation of the warmth told him he was growing breasts! Telah had told him the tincture he got could turn him into anything he wanted by using the building blocks of those three species- unfortunately that was not gender specific. It was activated by thought but that was all Allen knew- and since he has been looking at women with massive endowments walk past his mind has been on boobs all afternoon! He unintentionally gave himself tits!
The reason the transformation took so long to become visible is because the first change was establishing a network of milk veins between forming mammary glands- all of which are built at foundation level, and are not outwardly visible at all. Now fat cells rapidly multiplied, which caused the outward structure to grow, making it look suddenly quite fast. Little disks of fat formed first, then they started to curve outward. Little hills, big hills, chubby spheres, fat globes and still they grew. At first they grew spherical which made them look like fake breasts. When Allen cupped his hands to them he could feel the growth process in a bit more detail through his hands. The breasts fattened up becoming softer and wobbly as the skin billowed up between his fingers as if threatening to swallow his hands. Then the feeling of slight movement from within as the milk ducts and mammary glands grew to make use of the added space as the fat stretched their pathing for them. Then the layer of thin muscle linking fat to flesh grew and tightened, causing the breasts to firm up and become more jiggly. This is what gives them their shape- without this muscle layer they would be too soft to hold their form. Then acting like a pulley a tendon from the rib cage strengthens a bit more, causing the curvature of the breasts to rise and the breasts to become bouncier. The breasts still sagged downward where they projected the most, causing them to gain their true teardrop shape- the bottoms folded over the chest below while the tops pulled firmly into a bouncy firm slope. Allen could not help but knead his growing breasts. He supposed no one was going to see him in here so it did not matter if he had boobs. Till he called Telah to make his form permanent, any changes he makes will reset when he goes to sleep.
Even though they were attached to his own chest, he still spaced out fondling them. His penis tented his pants a bit in attention. As the breasts grew they became more and more visible to him without having to look straight down. They stopped at what looked to be around DD or even E cups! Blushing, he fixated on an erect nipple and cupped the bottom of the breast, seeing if he could roll it upward enough to suck his own tits! A very loud sound went off that almost made him stumble backward over the living room table and give him a heart attack! It sounded like someone trying to break his front door down.
Then from behind the door he heard a muffled woman's voice. "AAAAaaaoooow! ....wow. That was dumb, even for me." There was a long pause before a timid knock on the door. "Uh... anyone home?"
Allen scrambled to get his shirt off the couch and back on to hide his boobs! Unfortunately he could not pull it on- they were too big! He bowed forward and stretched the front of the shirt out and still could not get them in. He held the shirt with two fingers from both hands and used the rest of his hands to shove inward on the front of his tits to compress them enough to shimmy the top on. His midriff was completely exposed in the front now because there wasn't enough fabric to go around! There was rock hard folds across the front where his nipples were and the shirt was yanked the tightest. It was a good thing his breasts were soft- firmer melons would have just tore the shirt in half, but his squished outward and occupied space other breasts would not have been able to. Though, after getting it on he realized how futile his effort to hide the breasts was- it was still extremely obvious he had boobs. You could be standing half a mile away and still see that he has boobs at a glance. It looked like his shirt might explode if he bumps into anything.
Allen opened his front door only a crack and seen an energetic looking woman grinning at him. Even from the front he could see her tail swishing back and forth happily! She wore a tiny sleeveless top but then a black fishnet long sleeve over that, and some jean short-shorts. Her heels were far off the ground but not as far as a hooved creature would be- her legs ended in rather small looking furless paws! Her tops did nothing to conceal her assets- she had eight nipples and areola, but only the top two were hidden under her shirt. The fish net top was transparent so it did nothing to hide anything. She did not seem to have any breasts though, just nipples and areola. The front of her nose stuck out a bit more than normal and was angled forward more, with a black tip that was cool to the touch. The bridge of her nose did not curve toward the end, which made it stand out more than a normal humans, so that its angle was straighter. Her lips were mostly black like the end of her nose, but she had a pink spot on her upper lip. Giving away her species more than anything was her large rounded ears that completely flopped over- unable to lift their own mass. Though she had no fur anywhere on her, her skin was brown on her ears and the spots extended over both her eyes without ever meeting in the middle. She had a large black splotch on her back, and then on her butt she had a black spot on one cheek and a brown on the other, both shaped like half a heart. She isn't a bovine hybrid- she is a Beagle; a dog!
"Hehe, I actually already knew you were home because I can smell your scent. I also smell blood too though- you okay in there?"
Allen motioned to his nose. "Uh, I think that is you."
She touched a finger to her nose and seen the blood! She burst into his house, unintentionally knocking him back since he was trying to block the door from the inside. "Ack! Do you have toilet paper or something?!"
Allen quickly got her some tissue paper to clean herself up, and she stuffed the last square into her nostril to block the flow. Allen also quickly closed the door behind her so no one else will notice this house has an owner.
Allen cocked an eyebrow at her. "What happened?"
Her voice sounded a little odd now with one nostril blocked off. "I was coming to greet you and just as I got to your house a fly or something hit me right in the face and startled me. I ran face-first into your door."
"...you must have been running real fast."
She held up her hand showing him they were modified too. Though her hand and fingers were shaped perfectly human, the very tip and very base of each finger was a bubble of grey-pink skin, giving her canine paw pads, allowing her to run on all fours without hurting herself. She introduced herself properly now as subject 73, Roxi Roseheart! Her front used to be covered in small boobs, but as more women came to RHEI able to produce milk, Roxi's speed became the more desirable trait. She is now the official messenger of the valley, and was sent on behalf of all the valley residents to welcome Allen to his new life here in paradise! Roxi was no researcher, so she did a better job explaining for Allen the situation here. Most were here to produce milk, given life in paradise in exchange. The other modified males on the island were to service the females- to trick their bodies into thinking they are pregnant or very sexually active so they continue to lactate without actually getting pregnant. She knew Allen was not here for that though- that he was a test subject like the female residents, and told him he would likely have to explain that to others since it is the only case of that ever happening so far.
Allen noticed Roxi smile and stare at his chest, but was too embarrassed to say anything. She made a motion to grab his boobs and he quickly moved back out of her reach. "I don't suppose you know anyone who used the 'gummy' tincture?" He poked his right breast causing them to jostle in their cloth prison. "These happened because I don't know how to work it properly..."
"Mmmm, that is tricky. There is only two other test subjects who used that. One is subject 100; Dr. Hedgewall, you can find Julie in the valley lab but she is probably doing research right now so I don't know if she would have time to give you a demonstration. The other is 101, and good luck finding her. She inherited the mansion of 01 after she passed away from old age, but she never really uses the place. She crashes at other people's houses, so there is no real way to find her, she just sort of shows up. I guess look for either someone who looks totally human, or someone with four legs and is super tall? She uses the gummy tincture so her form can change at any time, so describing her also doesn't really work, haha."
"I guess I would be test subject 102 if I was signed up for a normal test. But because I am under Magistress Reinhart for a new thing, I am subject XY."
Roxi nodded, looking a bit absent minded now. "Hmm, I wonder if I was even supposed to tell you my name? Oh well, too late now I suppose. Normally males are the only ones expected to use designation numbers but yours isn't a normal case. You don't service us women so... I dunno. Guess I should have asked first before coming here, hehe."
Roxi offered to ask Julie for him if she did not look too busy, and dashed off again to deliver other messages between the residents of the valley. Al wandered his house a little anxious now. At least Roxi already knew he was living here now even though he kept the curtains closed and the lights off- that meant others may know as well. He had a huge pair of tits on his chest now that gave him about a two foot long blind spot directly in front of him where he could not see the ground past them. He could sleep to get rid of these immediately; it would not even matter how long he slept for, just losing consciousness for a moment would do. Except he isn't really tired. There was still a little tent in his pants however. He could try to alter his penis, which seemed to be the primary focus of the XY test anyway, and if he masturbated it would make him tired after and hopefully allow him to sleep and reset. Then he can try to track down either subject 100 or 101. Allen glanced in his closet- there was not much clothing because his transformation wasn't done yet. There was several different sized shirts though, so he decided he would keep his top on. He grinned at his idea. Al was afraid his shirt would be too tight and rip if he moved at all with Roxi here, but now that she left again he sort of wanted to see that happen. He liked the idea of annihilating a shirt entirely with his own body size.
Allan flopped onto his bed and shimmied his pants off, not even fully on the bed in the first place he immediately grabbed his dick and concentrated. Because of his tight shirt, his breasts could not flop to the sides and completely eclipsed his view of his penis so he had to concentrate on touch only, trying to visualize bigger in his head. At first it almost felt like it was going flaccid in his hand. He felt like he was getting an erection- the nearly indistinguishable feeling of blood flow collecting quickly to a single point, but his penis felt like it was getting softer. Though it was getting softer, he also noted it was still just as big as it would be fully erect. The veins then pulsed and thickened and stiffened from the increased flow forcing its way inside. He could feel it in his urethra the most, the stretching of the shaft as it got longer. Then he started to feel it in the skin on the surface and then his cock felt like it was tightening again. He could not see any of it, but he could feel with his hands there had to be several inches more than usual at the very least! It was a good deal bigger, and had grown very quickly! He tried to grow it even more as he started to piston his hand faster, but when the speed of growth started to pick up the nerves pulled tighter toward the surface and the spike of pleasure caused him to stop growing it for a moment and start over again- the pleasure was too much.
Al gently placed his other hand on the side of a boob and concentrated on those now. He is able to control his body thanks to his tincture, he just needs to figure out how. It was thought, but obviously not just any stray thought- he had to focus on it. The spherical shape of the imprisoned boobs started to get lost and become more oval- they were trying to expand but the fabric could not go any further, so they squished sideways harder. His breathing became shallow as the pressure in his shirt started to compress his ribs. He let go of his penis a moment to reposition his arm on the outside of the curve, as the outside of the left breast was starting to roll over his arm and smiled when he felt the head of his penis bounce on the taught shirt fabric. Feeling around with his left hand he realized his dick was long enough to reach his cleavage! He arched backward which let his penis slip back and fall against his torso, then laid back down which caused it to spear his cleavage from below, which thanks to the shirt was very tight! Al shivered from the sensation and felt both his penis trying to get still bigger and his breasts just on reflex- his body wanting more of this feeling! He watched as the collar suddenly shredded through at the front middle, giving the top of his boobs more room. They billowed up causing his upper cleavage to escape the collar and form a bit of a muffin top! That put more strain on the already ripped fabric and caused the rip to progress downward, which caused more boob to shift upward and grow into the space as it was made available! Now he was bucking his hips to thrust into his own tits, watching the taught rubbery flesh billowing out and shuffling as the shirt continued to rip, putting on a show for him. The skin was shiny from a bit of perspiration- growth made heat, and fat insulated the warmth so it could not escape. Now he could tell his balls were larger from the increased weight when they flopped from his thrusts, and thinking about how much of a turn on that was caused them to surge in size even more!
Over half of his boobs were wobbling free of the shirt, sticking out at least twice as far as the lower half still trapped. The further the shirt ripped the harder the tension was pulled across more threads- which actually made it harder to continue to rip. Had it burst at once from the middle out it would have been instant, but because it started at the top it slowed the tearing, which only turned Allen on more. Even though he could feel them, and they felt amazing being squeezed so hard and jiggling around at the same time- his brain still could not fully accept that they were his, so while watching them wobble around it was like watching a woman's boobs, not his own. He could feel his dick rub a bit deeper with every thrust, spreading more precum through the cleavage to create an almost zero friction surface. His balls were so large now that when he thrust up he could feel their weight shift and rest on his ass, then roll back out more when his hips rest back down! Al finally hit climax and arched his back on reflex which caused his dick to pull out more, and throb hard against the inside of the shirt. His cock created a more concentrated point of contention which finally did the shirt in, ripping it completely down the middle which allowed his dick to fly out of the cleavage almost straight up and down as it fired off a massive load! His breasts violently freed rocked downward hard and then sprung back up far enough to almost cover his mouth for a moment before sloshing back onto his chest and wobbling constantly for several minutes.
He woke up a bit over thirty minutes later with a smile. He did not even remember going to sleep, but Al certainly remembered what happened leading up to that. He looked down at the torn shirt, the fabric stretched so far out and thought 'wow, that was all me in there'. He sort of wished he had been able to see his dick over it all though. That was the part he is supposed to be changing! Telah's project was to create a hyper endowed male that can cum absurd amounts. She would then use alchemy to refine the calories and protein content of the ejaculate and refine it into a food product. Allen was supposed to produce protein like the women around here make calcium. But unlike most others, he had the power to adjust and craft his own form with his mind to make a perfect body. He had to master the changes though first- since he accidentally gave himself boobs earlier. Since Allen was actually normal again he swapped out his demolished shirt and decided to finally leave the house. Though now it was around dinner time so a lot less people would be out and about. Normal society did not exist on this island though, so not everyone adhered to a three meal a day plan, and some people slept all day and were up all night. The only rule on RHEI was your own enjoyment.
Al walked out the shale path that connected his home to others in the shallow grassland hills of the valley. The sunlight was starting to turn golden as it got heavier in the sky. He took a deep breath of the fresh air and sighed. This really was a crazy paradise, and it was all his. Even the 'job' side of things seemed far too good to be true. He was startled by the sound of a woman crying out in surprise behind him though and almost thought it was Roxi again. Allen's house and the next one over were quite close together- divided by a gigantic tree and there was an odd looking woman hanging from its branches! It looked like she had just caught herself mid-fall! Allen scoot up closer to see if she was okay- she was apparently his neighbor. It looked like her grip was slipping and two huge wings spread from her back and started to beat so quickly they seemed to vanish! Al was shoved back by a blast of wind and the sound of humming from the rapid movement of her wings but she stopped a second later when she seen Allen standing there.
"Ah... could you give me a b-.... no. Actually, can you just catch me? I know it isn't a long fall but..."
His eyes scanned down to her rump where he would have to get under her to catch her and his face started to turn red. Test Subject 57 did not wear any clothing except a poncho and that did nothing to cover her assets because they were not up top. Her vulva was almost right against her anus, shoved back in order to make room. On her lower stomach cradling her navel in their upper cleavage was two DD cup human breasts! Then below that was a goat udder, still two segments but joined in the middle, and larger than the breasts besides- with gigantic cone-shaped teats. But it was not a normal goat udder. Under that was the bottom half of a cows udder! So rather than four segments like a proper cow it was only two- it was fused to the goat udder, so the goat udder made up for what the cow udder lacked. But cows have different proportions, so the udder itself was larger and rounder, but the teats were comparatively much smaller- only about the size of a human thumb. So the cow udder was between and a bit behind her legs, the goat a bit between and in front, and the human breasts sat comfortably on top of that- giving her a cluster of six mounds on her lower body! There was no way she could walk properly!
He seen her grip was slipping quickly so he put his embarrassment aside and rushed to catch her. She fell into him and slammed him onto his back, winding him but he broke her fall at least. Allen gasped to get his breath back and his eyes went wide as the next thing he seen was a long blade pointed straight at him!
57 chuckled. "Oops, sorry." The long, sharp chitin blade split into three segments and folded back- they joined her arm at the elbow and encased her forearm and hand normally, when folded completely back they formed a chitin blade again, but off the back of her elbow instead off her hands.
In addition to cow and goat, 57's most noteworthy change was also the source of her nickname 'The Mantis'. Her arms had an additional segment of bone, so she actually had two humerus bones and two elbows per arm! The first segment went up, so the second and third segment still bent the same way a human arm normally would, just much farther out from the body than normal. Her hands had a chitin plate on the outside facing side of her fingers, on each segment, but nowhere else. Her toes all had chitin shells protecting them but similar to her fingers, the chitin only went to the base of each toe, where most of her weight would be walking on all fours. Her skin was pale brown but the chitin areas were forest green. She had nine inch segmented antennae from her forehead as well. Her back was covered with two long thin shell segments, and under those translucent insect wings she could use to... sort-of fly. The reason she was made part mantis is because of her endowments down below- she can stand up fine but could only walk using little baby steps in a normal position. So her arms were made to be able to extend extremely long, so she could walk on all fours while also being mostly upright! Her wings could allow her to fly as well, but she was not very stable in the air, so flying very far off the ground became increasingly dangerous the further up she went. So for the most part she only ever used it to hover or jump. Her hair was pale sandy-brown colored and tied in dozens of thin braids, and her iris an odd grey color- like a flash of steel. The breasts on her lower gut were the same color as her skin with dark chocolate brown nipples, but the goat udder segment was more grey-brown, making it closer to black. The goat udder became dappled where it was conjoined to the half cow udder, which was still neon pink.
She helped him up with her hand once she flipped the blade around. "I guess you are the new neighbor, my name is Hazel Nu... well, Hazel."
"Nu...?"
She blushed a bit. "There is no reason for last names here, heh... heh."
Al chuckled. "Well, I am Allen Richter." He emphasized his last name a bit.
Hazel sighed. "Hazel... Nutmeg."
Allen smiled. "That's... cute."
She sighed again. "Thanks. Anyway, thanks for the help. I hang out on my roof sometimes but I slipped."
"Can't you fly? You have wings."
"Eeeh, technically I can fly. They only work straight up and down though, and when I was hanging from the tree the wings were not parallel to the ground, so I would have fired myself sideways, not up. Oh and here comes number 28."
Allen turned around and froze up a bit at the sight of the massively endowed beauty as she smiled at Hazel and handed her a book she had borrowed. She spotted Hazel outside and took the opportunity to walk up and return the book. 28 had white hair on one side of her head and black on the other. Her horns were just short spikes and her ears fully bovine. Most of her body looked perfectly human though beside that- except for her chest. She wore a skirt over her lower half but then a girdle around her upper stomach that anchored two titanium rods that acted as support pillars for her tits, cradling the bottoms of them with a soft padded U shaped brace because her spine could not remain upright for long without it. As an earlier experiment, RHE attempted to lean a bit too heavily into cow traits for her mammaries- resulting in both of her breasts entirely converting into cow udders! She had no breasts at all, and rather two proper, full sized cow udders on her chest. They were so strapped for space on her torso that they both faced slightly to either side, pushed that way by the other udder!
She gave a slight bow to Al. "Julia Sterling, subject 28, nice to meet you. Careful with Hazel as your neighbor, if you hear something stomping around on your roof it is probably her."
"R-right." She was looking at him and he was looking at her, but unlike her, his eyes were deadlocked on hers without moving.
There was an awkward pause and an increasingly large smile crossed her face. "You are trying SO hard right now."
Hazel wrapped her scythe-blade arms around him from behind as if to shield him from Julia. "Don't tease the poor guy! He is so fresh he doesn't even have any changes yet!"
Julia leaned forward so her twin udders almost left their little pedestals and leaned in close to him, cupping their fronts to squish them up. "You can look at them if you want. If I wanted to hide them I would have had RHE ship me custom tops, but I didn't. A lot of people around here are just permanently nude. And once your changes start up, I will probably get to see what you have hidden under your clothes too~"
Hazel opened her wings and beat them, blasting Julia with wind, blowing her hair back and making her shiver from the sudden breeze on her udders. Julia giggled and took the hint, leaving the two alone for now.
Hazel pat him on the shoulder. "She can be a little out of control sometimes. She is sort of right though, it is like a nudist colony, lots of soft bits flopping around but you get used to it, so it isn't immediately a sexual thing, its just... natural. What are you going to be turning into anyway? If you were a regular breeder you would have appeared on the registry as unavailable till your transformation progressed enough- but your not on the registry at all."
"Well that is the thing... what I turn into is sort of in my hands. I am a new type of test subject under Telah Reinhart."
Once Al finished explaining situation, Hazel gave him a tour of the surrounding area. Each segment of the valley collected pathways from each home to a pool that acted as a local meeting spot, but each section also had a location unique to it. There was the valley labs in the area south of theirs, a marketplace in their area where home made crafts were traded, and in the area north of theirs was farms. Between theirs and the next was a library, and between theirs and the last was an art gallery. As she seen others catch his eye, Hazel told him the names of other women they passed. The mouse and cow hybrid twins Mint and Pepper, who were tiny but stacked with four breasts each. The monolithic udder of subject 33- Amber Tahltry, which was almost bigger than she was. When they spotted Amber, she was being teased by subject 86- Bernard. He traded for a ribbon to give her, but was making her take it from him, holding it just out of her reach as she tried to reach past her udder, rolling over on top of it so the giant endowment was actually holding her up instead of the other way around. That unintentionally gave Al a great view of her equine rump and the horse udder that was normally hidden in the shadow of the gigantic cow udder. There was even an extremely tall woman who was hybridized with an Oryx! Her chest was devoid of anything, and instead she had a cluster of four breasts in her crotch! Her hair on her head and tail were extremely long and well kept, this was subject lucky 13. Technically Saanvi is Subject 13-2; there was another person who was also 13 before her, but the other was no longer with the living, so pointing out that Saanvi was the second oryx seemed pointless. There are those who would also argue Amber is actually 33-XV, because her body is extreme sized, to the point she cannot function on her own- she requires a modified dolly to move her udder. Mahogany Primrosa is the current RHE Overseer though, and ruled that because Amber does not require to be moved to special containment that she isn't an extreme variant. The researchers remain divided on the subject, but officially she is just 33.
Once he returned home it was already time for a late dinner. He had fun with Hazel though, she is a pleasant person to be around- and he did not have as hard of a time diverting his eyes from her endowments, because all hers are down low. Allen had been a bit paranoid he would accidentally start changing himself in public, but since 57 kept them moving around on their tour and always looking at something new, his mind was flipping between thoughts too quickly for the transformation to take anything from. In the evening though, he took out a pen and paper and starting to make some rough sketches. He was terrible at drawing but wanted to sort of plan out a form on paper. Trying to plan a transformation while transforming would mean the form never turns out the way he intended, because the first thing to pop into his head would be the change he gets stuck with till he goes to sleep again. He could feel the pressure in his taint expanding forward as he sat on the couch, his balls drooping a bit with added weight. Right now it was fine even if he screwed it up because he was just going to sleep right after this anyway. He had to think of practicality too- giving himself hooves on his feet at least to help support increased body weight. He had horse genes so it would seem a waste to not give himself increased strength. Allan leaned forward at more of an angle as he continued to make sketches as his thighs and butt cheeks grew massively with taught meat. More and more of his butt cheeks could be seen over his pants. There was a loud hollow pop as his pelvis expanded, sending a shiver up his spine from the odd sensation as his entire body jostled from the sudden adjustment. He could then feel his anus expanding into a large tight ring between his butt cheeks that were further divided now.
Al paused his sketches a moment and stood up, remaining bent over, placing his hands on the coffee table now with a grin. He loved the feeling of annihilating his shirt earlier that day... he wanted to try that again with pants this time. He laughed at himself a bit and noted he can't keep doing this or he will run out of clothes quickly. His feet stretched tremendously, forcing him to roll his weight forward onto the fronts as the heels lifted far off the ground. What had been 26 different bones in his foot expanded without moving, causing them to merge together, and then their fused form expand and reshape into the cannon bone of an ungulate. The stretching of what had been the sole of his foot also pulled tight his toes and fused them as well as the nails united and evolved into hooves rapidly, giving him the legs of a lean horse. Leaning more toward a work horse, the muscles in his legs continued to expand which in turn also made his butt increasingly large. He placed one hand on the steep ridge of his hip with a groan. He was perfectly human to the hip, which caused there to be a rather extreme transition where his ass was almost twice as wide as the body it was attached to! His tail bones extended into an actual short tail and started to twitch back and forth on its own as hairs rapidly sprouted and grew into an increasingly long horse tail, the same deep brown as the hair on his head. His pants tore at the waistband, but as the rip was forced further it branched into a Y shape as his thigh muscles yanked the rift down the pant legs. His balls expanded to full horse nuts, going from peach toned skin to bruise purple and then shiny black, pulling the pants forward enough to cause the top part to fall completely limp. He stomped one hoof and then the other and the flexing of his leg muscles demolished the rest of the pants.
Allen was pleased at his dominating another article of clothing, but yawned at how tired he was. He had a lot to take in from today, so while he was turned on he decided to just turn in right now. As he slipped into bed he noted how pretty his long horse tail looked swishing behind himself, and flicked it over his muscular tight to gently run his fingers through as he went to sleep.
The next day he woke up fairly early, once again fully human. Al got himself some new pants and this day he opened the curtains up wide to let in the sun, but could not actually see anything! It was nothing but white! An extremely dense fog had settled in over the island, so thick that he could not even see the tree between his house and Hazel's, and it was only five feet away from his house. Al had never seen this sort of weather where he came from so he could not help but wander out into it. He was a bit afraid of going too far from his house though at risk of getting completely lost. It felt like wandering around in some sort of dream. The mist was very cool on his skin, and its dampness left millions of beads of dew on everything it made contact with, including Al's hair and clothes. The mist churned as he moved through it.
He heard a deep, womanly voice humming softly nearby. "I built a castle out of my dreams~ when I woke it tore at the seams~"
Allen looked around and seen out of the corner of his eye a figure moving through the fog. They were more than two feet away so the mist hid them entirely, but he could still see where they were from the movement of the fog itself. When he walked up his heart jumped a moment thinking he was looking at a ghost in the mist. Her skin was unusually pale, and her hair was white as snow! She turned to him with half-lidded eyes and then smiled timidly. Since Al was no a very tall man, she was the same height as he is.
"You must be the new guy, huh? Test Subject 101, at your service!" She took his bewildered hand and shook it. "The name is Io." |
Evelyn was a bit of a plain woman by most accounts, but most didn't look closely enough. Behind her round glasses were the keen sapphire eyes of a well versed artist. Being timid in nature in the outside world, few would have guessed she drew erotic art of unique creatures of her own design. In short, she was a furry artist in her off-time. She never drew sex or anything like that, just tasteful nudity of her characters. She often started each new OC with a thought that lingered from outside. A wish on herself, like wishing she could vanish in embarrassing situations or stand out more in crowds. She drew creatures that could do the things she wished she could in passing thought. When she wrote their back story, she wrote them into lives steeped in those situations, and each OC was happy- for each had the exact abilities to counter their woes.
Today Evelyn returned home with a handsome cheque, but a frown regardless. Her latest job was a temporary one, and this plump sum was the last payment she would have till she found another job. Unfortunately her talents were rather limited, and her shy nature didn't help any either. She would have to start doing lots of art commissions again to stretch her funds as far as she could manage, though that often meant drawing things she didn't especially like. With a sigh she plopped heavily down onto her bed, which lacked a frame, simply sitting on the floor across from the computer desk. She closed her eyes, feeling them sting a bit as they re-moisturised from the dry air outside. She wished she were one of her OCs- simple lives but always happy. They always had a clear goal, things were never clear-cut in the real world. Her eyes shot open again as she heard not only the gentle hum of her computer suddenly being on, but a deep manly voice!
"Hello Evelyn. Let's play a bit of a game...."
She looked around quickly for the source of the voice but there was no one in the room with her. Her eyes finally settled on a small black lop-eared bunny that was sitting on her computer desk. It gently hopped in front of the white-screened monitor and to Evelyn's surprise- cast the long shadow of a man, not a bunny.
"Don't worry about me, pay close attention to the rules of our game- they concern you far more. In your mind you envision being your creations so much better than yourself...but have you ever thought about actually being any of them? In an actual world, they do not fare quite as well as you might think. Especially since the appearance of most of them would land them in a government research facility." Images of her many OCs flashed on the monitor behind the bunny. "Here are the rules- I will take various aspects of your characters and give them to you. The objective is to live a week without problems...well, within reason, I mean shit is bound to happen eventually. If you do it, I turn you back and increase the followers of your art. If you lose, you are trapped in that form forever as consequence of your careless thoughts."
On one hand, Evelyn actually didn't think that sounded especially hard to do, and was even a little giddy wondering what cool aspects she would get. On the other hand, if she lost...forever is a long time to be in a world without monsters, as a monster. She also had no idea who or even what this entity is or what sort of malicious things it was capable of, but she remained cautiously open minded.
She started to feel and odd tightening sensation all over her body and when she seen the bunny was higher in her perspective she thought she was sinking into the floor. Her muscles flexed unconsciously in responds to the feeling but she had a very hard time moving them willingly, as if all her strength had left her. She was still fully awake and had no trouble standing. When Evelyn weakly had to reach up and clutch her clothing to herself she realised she was shrinking, not sinking. She made most of her OCs petite and unblemished, and due to her not being a fan of the more hardcore material, none of them were especially curvy, which together gave them a bit of a child-like appearance. Her socks drooped and then her pants slipped off. She tried to grab them but her muscles wouldn't respond nearly fast enough. Being a bit more elastic her panties held on longer but fell next. By then her shirt was big enough on her to cover her crotch anyway. Though in proportion to the rest of her still, her breasts were too small now for her bra to do anything for her and fell away. The tightening feeling and weakness left her so abruptly she almost fell over in surprise. Her shirt was practically draped over her as Evelyn was now half her former stature, but on the up side, it pretty much totally covered her as well.
The next sensation came from deep in her chest, concentrating and moving forward into her breasts, erecting her nipples instantly with the dull tingle. It was hard to tell at first since she was practically swimming in her shirt, but her breasts swelled a bit, then plumped out- growing, rounding, and getting heavier. She quickly reached up under the shirt and clutched them as her cheeks turned red. Her fingers sunk into the soft elastic flesh, trying to hold them back and causing them to blush was well.
"H-hey!! That was a commission!"
"Hmm? Oh. Yes it was- good catch."
The growth stopped, but the sensation remained. Now they felt the same tightness the rest of her had felt. They became smaller and firmer as they regressed back into her. She felt an electrical, itchy tingle ripple down her entire torso and gasped in shock. She once again reached under her top and gently scratched herself. Some of the skin blushed from her nails but several spots actually darkened and raised, as six new pairs of nipples formed in rows of two down her torso. The tingling was itchy feeling so pinching, twisting, and pulling them as they formed helped counter the sensation. Eventually her breasts vanished entirely- even her areola faded away, leaving only two light brown nipples to match the other six. The feeling faded quickly, causing her to sigh happily in relief.
The muscles in her petite hands and feet started to squirm on their own though, and bones made gentle pops as they change proportion and shape. The distance between ankle and toes started to grow and narrow like on a digitigrade animal, but never fully reached that point. Her toes and fingers started to shrink even more, and get quite thick as if to turn into paws, but again never fully turned. Her nails became thick but very narrow and very pointed, becoming tiny claws. By now she had fallen back onto the bed, no longer able to keep balance with all the sensations in her limbs. The inside segments of her digits as well as the palms of her hands and balls of her feet became quite puffy, similar to the pads on the bottom of a paw. Evelyn remembered this- this was from her take on a more realistic half-dog girl. This would make gripping big objects hard, but not impossible. She very carefully slid off the bed, placing her newly shaped feet down, feeling the soft pads squish on the floor. They were very soft, but actually had very little feeling in them, effectively making them armor for her foot. Her legs were a bit longer now, and the pads on her feet allowed her enough grip and balance to stand on the front only, but she also felt a non magical weakness in them. They were very thin compared to her legs earlier today- she would be unable to stand for as long as she could before. They tired faster. Evelyn softly groaned as she knows well the one OC she has that spends very little time on its feet.
She felt the muscles in her lower back bulge and then quickly shift downward, coiling around her tail bone as muffled clicks sounded out the birth of new vertebrae- she was growing a tail. She tried to flex and work the new muscles and surprisingly they worked exactly like how she assumed, as if the knowledge of using them was artificially given to her as well. She bent forward as she looked over her shoulder at it, more because of the feeling than anything. It felt like all the muscle in her back and sides was moving down into the tail, but it was expanding, so her back wasn't actually losing anything. The expansion itself generated a pleasantly warm heat from the energy used to induce it, and the new muscles being created felt naturally stretched, like the feeling of a good stretch after a long sleep. The tail started short, but was thick for its length right from the start. It quickly became as long as her legs, but did not slow. The growth was now resisting the bend of the tail against the carpet as well as the texture of the carpet, so she had to shift it along with the growth, or risk a cramped feeling in her spine. The tail surprised her and toppled her over forward onto her hands and knees as it swung up. When relaxed she could tell how heavy the limb was, so she didn't expect to move it as easily as she did. When moving it herself it was like nothing at all- the tail was so thick with pure muscle it could lift its own weight with almost no effort. When recalling her OC, this was far from surprising but it was a whole different thing when seeing something like this in reality...and control it as a part of yourself! The tail continued to get longer as well as thicker at the base, causing her lower back to expand out to add to the gradual incline onto the tail. She was half the size she used to be but it was quickly starting to feel like the opposite. Her tail grew up and over her bed, around the side, curled around the back and coiled in a circle in front of her by the time it was done. The tail was five times longer than her entire body. With a timid blush, she gently held the base with both hands and dug her thumbs into the middle. The flesh was the same as the rest of her body, so if she relaxed the muscle her thumbs could dig pretty deep into the skin without hurting. She smiled as she felt her pulse growing in strength and stopped at a point a foot and a half down the tail. Evelyn found her second heart! The tail was so tremendously huge her heart couldn't possibly maintain blood pressure, so the tail had its own heart, twice as big as her old one. Her feet once again started to change a bit, the outer digits gaining a wider range of movement. It took only a moment for her feet to become longer versions of her hands- she could hold things with them now!
Knowing how the OC got around, she braced her arms on the foot of the bed as she shakily got onto her feet. Then she bunched her tail up under herself and rose into the air. The character had such spindly little delicate limbs because she rarely used them- she remained aloft on her tail, and slithered it like a snake to move about, allowing her to use her feet as an extra set of arms. Evelyn shook her head several times at the sensation of someone tugging her ears backward. As soon as the muscle allowed her to do it, her ears flipped forward, caught the air in them from the sudden movement and stretched out wide. The result was big, pointed satellite-dish ears. The result of an OC who combated the poor eyesight she shared with her creator, with echolocation. She was going to whistle to test her hearing but flinched as a sudden shiver ran the entire length of her tail up to her head. She looked down to see what happened and seen in the monitor light that her skin was now very, very pale pink- virtually white. Her straight mid-back length hair had also taken on the exact same color. An OC that was meant to be a contrasting creepy/frightening, an albino cave dweller. She held a palm beside her eye, and against it she could see her iris now dimly glow with the color pink, and she likely had the narrow slit-like pupils to match. When Evelyn gripped her forearm tightly and then released, the back and sides were lit up with pale aquamarine tiger stripes! The creature's marking were bioluminescent but only became visible when touched, or intensely emotional- it was the creature's form of blushing. Evelyn felt the twinge of change in her crotch as well, but didn't dare explore that with the bunny watching.
The bunny subtly nodded his tiny head. "That should do it. Just to clarify...when I say week, I mean a full seven days starting from the moment the change finished. Not a five day work-week."
"OK...got it. But...why are you doing this in the first place? And why me? I am just kinda a nobody..."
"Bored. You run out of things to do when you exist forever. As for why you...you have your hidden artist side 'Lyn 3v3', and your attachment to these strange creatures makes your reaction all the more interesting, and besides, it will...well, no. That's all you need to know. See you in 168 hours. Have fun...or not. Hahaha." And with that the monitor and computer shut off instantly going silent. In the time it took Evelyn's eyes to adjust to the dark the bunny was already gone.
Evelyn slithered over to the light switch and turned the actual lights on to get a better look at herself. It sounds a lot easier than it was. Slithering about is quite different from simply walking. She knew how to operate the new limb and muscles, but keeping balance and getting momentum was like learning how to ride a bike for the first time. In contrast though, her new body would probably be very adept at swimming. She hung in front of the full length mirror by her apartment door, frozen for some time- trying to wrap her head around the situation, but also subtly seeing if the bunny was truly gone from here. At a glance she was frightening, simply because there was nothing like Evelyn's current form in reality. It was a wonder for her to see her imagination and art actually become her- she could stare at her reflection for hours and still not wholly believe it.
Though much harder to see in the light, her luminescent patterns became dimly visible when she blushed as her thoughts wandered. Now that the bunny was gone, she needed to see what he did with her vagina. Commissions were not technically hers so they did not count, and in her standard art, nudity was just to convey a natural feeling, without a complication of clothing. So Evelyn had a hard time figuring out what OC would even have any trait to do with its privates. To make it harder to guess, she seen no visible changes, it still looked exactly the same. She touched, and then gently rubbed it, feeling something different but too subtle to put her finger on. Her heart skipped a beat when her memory dusted off a time from very far back, in her early teen years. She finally remembered the OC when she tested herself- reaching two fingers into her pussy and then pulling forward. It stretched out, still resisting her grip as if it didn't want to stretch, but it continued to contort without pain well beyond a normal humans ability. She had a brief fling with inflation fetishism way back when...which required a character who would stretch indefinitely without popping. In short, her vagina could essentially take anything now regardless of size. Evelyn shook the lewd thoughts from her head for now and thought of a plan of action. She set out to cook food- practicing slithering as well as holding objects with her tiny poofy palms as she did it.
The first day was spent simply trying her body out. Using her adapted feet as reserve hands, and keeping her tail in line. Even after getting used to moving, she had to get used to moving without crashing into things. She was tiny but her tail was titanic, and purely muscle- which meant it could annihilate any of her belongings if it collided hard enough. Heck, if she smacked the wall hard enough with her tail she might cave it into the next apartment over. She had to practice very precise, limited movement, so she could move in one room without smacking something off the table in another room. The second day she spent relaxing more, getting comfortable with her form and just enjoying herself.
Around noon on the third day, she decided to get a little naughty. She had not thought about inflation for a long time now, but her old fondness of the material started to rekindle at the thought of her now being able to do it in reality. She gently touched her rosey pubic mound and her glowing stripes started to ignite on her face and tips of the stripes around her lower torso. She hooked her fingers inside and pulled up slowly, marveling as the skin stretched, scrunching up a bit and just kept going. It felt like being stretched to comfortable capacity continuously without ever hitting the aching/painfully overfull state. When she let go, it very quickly went back to its normal timidly small state. It remained puffy but that was simply from the attention- and in line with what it could be prior to any changes. She did not have any huge dildos or anything kinky like that to really put it to the test, but she did have an idea.
Evelyn slithered to the bathroom, already in the nude since none of her clothes fit her anymore anyway. She had a flexible shower head extension she attached to the faucet. Turning the pressure on max, she had aimed it at her plush lower lips to relieve some stress from time to time in the past. This time she planned to go all out. She slid into the tub and then nestled her body in so her butt was below the faucet, and her tail tossed over the side and coiled around the outside of the tub. She hooked her dexterous toes around the tap and edged her body forward to push the shower extension right into her honey pot. She then spun the tap on, at a higher pressure then she intended- surprising herself at first but quickly smiling at the sensation. It was warm and pleasant, but better than inflation by air as she had imagined because unlike air, it was heavy- very heavy. The warm weight against her insides felt like an inversed embrace. Her lower gut stretched first, and as she filled with more fluid the bulge took a rounder shape as it encompassed more of her front. She rocked her hip back and forth, feeling the stiff plastic of the shower head grind on her outer pussy and press toward her now throbbing clit, while the water hastily continued to apply more pressure from the inside and make her bigger. She stretched beyond the appearance of any normal pregnancy, and soon her round gut was the same size as the rest of her body. It slid her across the bottom of the tub as it fought for room and she quaked with orgasm as it pressed her against the rear of the tub. The shivering quakes of her orgasm caused ripples and waves inside her fluid-bloated body, and the motion of the inner waves against her pussy from the inside caused a cascade of smaller orgasms, over and over again.
Already gasping for other reasons, she now added a more distressed one. She realised her legs were not long enough to reach past the curve of her belly to turn the water off again! Her torso was far too bloated for her to try and bend forward and sit up, saying nothing of the tremendous weight. Her entire body dimly lit the room in aquamarine from her luminous stripes but revealed no solution to her problem. She lashed her tail up to grab the tap but it did not move- the lower curve of her belly was pressed into the handle too tightly, locking it in place. Continuing to tremble in her chain-reaction orgasm, she dug her tail into the tub and squirmed the end inside of herself to try and fish out the shower head. The pleasure magnified itself yet again with the added penetration and her stomach surged in size as she involuntarily crammed even more of her tail into her overburdened pussy. She whited out as her entire body locked up in explosive orgasm- more literally explosive than usual. When her thoughts were not drowning in bliss, she realised she had unknowingly saved herself. The orgasm popped the shower head out of her and blasted the entire bathroom with an explosion of high pressure water! She turned the faucet off, and coughed a few times as she clung to the edge of the tub- she had even gotten some water in her nose.
"Well...that was...an experience."
Day four was spent in a bit of recovery, taking it easy once again, lazing around the house enjoying herself. By day five, she was approaching the end of her trial but she was also now aware of the biggest problem - the outside world. In her apartment it didn't really matter who or what she was, but she can't stay there forever. She needed money and she needed food. She had some money right now, and wouldn't run out till her magical trial was over, but what of food? There was no online delivery services where she lived, and money or not, she couldn't prance into a store looking like this! She tried her best to ration what she had left now but by day six her breakfast consisted of a handful of crackers and it was looking like two stale slices of bread would make up her lunch. Her income was spotty so she never bought a lot of stuff at once! She definitely didn't have enough things stocked to last a proper week when the bunny started this! Especially since she just got paid from her last job when he showed up- before she could spend any of it. She could just not eat for the remainder of time, there was no way she could starve to death in that span of time...but would that fail the trial? She would get through because of the time restraint- not because of her own survivability, which was the whole test in the first place. She didn't want to take the risk...this body was awesome but she clearly wasn't fit to exist like this forever. She needed an actual solution.
Evelyn could only think of one grocery store- open at all hours, and big enough that animals sometimes snuck in and dashed around in the rafters for a while before getting shooed out. Under the cloak of night she wrapped herself closely with a black bed sheet, since no clothes would fit her body properly or cover her tail at all. Evelyn quietly slipped out of her apartment, looking around carefully. People would hang outside the doors to apartments to smoke quite often so she had to be cautious. She slipped between the buildings of the complex to reach a rear pathway that was sheltered by crab apple trees. She heard a man call her name in a confused tone and flinched. Realising he couldn't have seen her properly through the trees she waited till she was completely under one and slithered up into the branches. A few agonizingly long moments later a man she knew passed under, looking for her while looking both puzzled and concerned. Not seeing her he reluctantly left and she carefully slithered back down. He was a very handsome young man who lived on the nearest corner of the next building to hers in the complex. The route she is taking to leave is never very populated but that's exactly why he thought it was her- she is practically the only one who used this route and he always spotted her to say hi. She felt sort of bad- he had been leaving her a lot of text messages lately wondering where she had been, since they talk fairly often. She had obviously gone dark since her trial started, both on her online profile and in reality. If he seen her like this, it would be him ghosting her quickly enough.
She had to be cautious even about where she looked, because people wouldn't see her cloaked in black at any sort of distance but they sure as hell could see her glowing pink eyes. She slithered between buildings and on the outside of trees and bushes lining the sidewalks, since most shops were closed anyway. Evelyn counted herself fortunate that it was a warm, windy night as the sound of wind hid the sounds her movement made. Her heart was tight when she set out, dreading what would happen if she was seen, but now it pounded with a sense of adventure! She felt like a spy or the hero in some movie, infiltrating a base, slipping through the night. Embarrassing as it was, she found herself skittering on all fours to reduce her height and stay hidden, but she eased her embarrassment reminding herself no one could see her for it to matter. She slipped around the back of the grocery store simply because there would be less eyes on her but seen a better way inside- the loading bay doors were left open for the night shift workers to battle the heat in the storage rooms. No one was inside at the moment though, likely on break.
She slipped silently inside and used her small but sturdy claws to scale the storage shelves like a ladder, and once on top her tail coiled around one of the rafters in the roof and hoisted her up into them. She reluctantly shed her black sheet for now so her ghostly skin blended in with the white roof and rafters. Her padded palms helped her clutch the rafters tightly, and hook onto its contours to hang almost upside down as she used her tail alone to gather food. It was here, with her heart pounding that her body instinctively heightened her sense of hearing. People could be near her without Evelyn being able to see them because of the rows of shelves- but she could hear their footsteps on the tile floor. Being able to reflexively pivot her large ears let her focus attention on sounds to let her mind visualise what it was better. She couldn't afford to be too farsighted with this trip because she needed to sneak her way out and back home with it when she was done. Once she had enough for about three days Evelyn carefully climbed over a barely awake teller and dropped the money she owed after deliberately dropping a coin behind him as a distraction. Before the teller turned back around she was already skittering back across the store to cloak herself and dash back out the large doors. The workers had returned from their break but Evelyn was a lot faster and more confident leaving than she was coming in. This was a hybrid body of her OCs! She had all the faith in them, so why not herself? She was a chimera of her own design now- unstoppable! There was nothing stopping her from passing the trial now.
That is, till Evelyn came home to an open door. She forgot to lock the door to her apartment in her haste! Her heart sunk at the thought of having been robbed. If they stole her computer set up she wouldn't be able to afford a replacement for some time. Leaving the groceries at the door she started to look around to see what had changed since she left, but she did not really see anything other than the open door. Did she just not close it right, and the wind opened it? It was then she heard footsteps and realised the intruder was still inside! She wrapped herself carefully again in her black sheet and looked around for a hiding spot but few would fit her. The best she managed was slithering up on top of the kitchen cupboards, and leveling her tail out along the roof. To her surprise, the man from earlier- Dennis walked out from her bedroom area! She knew he was curious as to where she disappeared to, but why would he go as far as sneaking in to her place? He clearly wasn't stealing anything, he was just looking for clues as to where Evelyn went.
He went to leave but paused when he turned around. Evelyn seen where his eyes were looking and immediately seen her mistake. Her tail pressing into the roof was causing her stripes to become dimly visible. She used the end of her tail to quickly slam the door shut to keep him from escaping and skittered around behind him quickly from the kitchen. By the time he turned around she coiled her tail around him and squeezed lightly, locking him in place.
"What are you doing breaking and entering!?"
Dennis was stunned for a good bit, trying to take in just what he was looking at. "Uh...w-wait I am not breaking, just entering! I-I mean, I was just looking for Evelyn! She vanished a week ago and isn't replying to my messages and I thought I saw her, and I called through the door and then seen it was unlocked and...and..." He studied her face as he spoke. "Is...that you Evelyn?"
She was surprised he still recognised her. "Why are you so hellbent on finding me?"
"Well you went silent rather suddenly, and you are pretty consistent with your schedule, I had gotten used to bumping into you. I enjoy our little conversations. Plus you also went dark on your blog, I thought something may have happened, I don't know..."
Evelyn quickly cocked a brow at that, her glowing pink iris flaring. "You...know about Lyn 3v3? H-how?!"
Dennis blushed a bit. "Ehehe...well I found it surfing the web randomly. Her favorite food, color, and music match yours, her avatar is an edited picture off the local bluffs, and you talk often about your fondness of art- but have been reluctant to show me. Plus, 3v3 Lyn spells Evelyn. I figured it was way too coincidental. My user name is RoofRunner86...been 'following' you for a while."
The stripes from her head to her lower chest flared. "If you...found my blog from random surfing...that means you were looking up that sort of material already...?"
"Well...yea. I love your art and...I mean, wow- I can see now where you got your inspiration! How on earth did you transform into...this? You look exactly like your characters!"
He took a step to the side trying to see more of her, Evelyn slinked back a bit in embarrassment as nearly all her stripes now became visible. She was essentially naked- the sheet was draped over her but she didn't have time to properly cover anything. She couldn't believe he was seeing her nude now but it was sort of futile to cover up at this point. She also was trying to wrap her head around him catching her in this form. Did this count as a major problem, would this cause her to fail the trial?! If she prevented him from escaping it technically wouldn't become a problem. Even when he eventually got out, if it was after she turned back no one would believe him anyway...but like her last hiccup, the solution to the problem used the limited time as a crutch. With a nervous sigh, Evelyn told Dennis of her situation, the bunny and the trial. He seemed a bit afraid for her of the black rabbit, and offered to help her if she needed anything. Evelyn only asked that he not leave the apartment till it was over, so she could ensure word didn't get out. He vehemently claimed he would never tell, but agreed to stay anyway. Whether he agreed to put her at ease, or because he wanted to stay, she was starting to wonder.
Her problem quickly turned itself around. Dennis prepared dinner for them with her freshly bought goods, and since they already knew each other decently well, he was good company. She was embarrassed of her appearance but made no effort to cover herself still. It felt more like she was showing him one of her OCs rather than her own body...which was theoretically true. Since it was already quite late, they settled onto the couch after eating to watch some movies. He sat close and she made no complaints, and eventually she offered him a place under her black sheet to share warmth. She woke up very slowly the next day- not remembering going to sleep. She was so comfortable nestled up to Dennis that she went to sleep while watching movies on the couch. He was already fully awake, with one arm holding the remote and the other around her shoulder. Evelyn's stripes flared to life quickly when she realised her head was rested on his stomach, and she had been hugging her tail in her sleep...hopefully not grinding into it, but there was a bit of moisture between. She remained still, pretending to still be asleep. She knew he was aware she was awake, but didn't know what to say or do.
Dennis gently ran his fingers through her hair, feeling its softness and Evelyn sat up just a bit to look at him. He moved in slow and steady and kissed her forehead. As soon as their eyes locked again, the hand he kept over her shoulder cautiously moved around to her front, exploring her many eraser-nub nipples. All of her stripes seemed to light up fully in order from head to the tip of her tail that she now let go of. She sat up on her hands and knees, with legs spread and chest out as to not interrupt his exploration. Her tail slithered about, coiling and uncoiling involuntarily. His hand moved lower and lower, till his fingertips brushed her fattening lips. At the sound of her suppressed moan he shifted his seating to fully face her, and caressed her side with his other hand as he started to massage her nethers with his first one. She couldn't help but glance at the bulge in his pants- it must be big.
"Nnnn...mmnnn-ah!" Her body flinched and her clit throbbed with a small orgasm.
Surprising Dennis, Evelyn grabbed him from behind with the end of her tail and aggressively yanked him back, pulling his shirt up and off. By the time the shirt was fully off from over his head, Evelyn had crawled into his lap and bit on his pants zipper, pulling it down with her teeth. She had never been this bold with anyone ever, she doubted she had it in herself. But in this moment she was more than herself, she was her OCs, and she inherited their courage. She hooked a single claw on the fabric of his boxers and rather than take them off, her claw split the material open causing his cock to bulge out of the opening and finally spring into full view, gently tapping her on the forehead. It wasn't too long, but it was an exceptionally thick uncut sausage- lucky for them both her love tunnel was currently one size fits all. She nudged the base with her nose before licking from base to tip, letting her tongue catch on the corona for a moment. She placed a hand on either side of him and dragged all her erect nipples on either side of his groin, and grinding his shaft down the middle of her chest as she pulled herself forward and up. Finally she sat on his cock and yanked his pants and the remains of his underwear down to his ankles with her tail. She pressed down on him hard as her lips cradled his shaft, grinding it between her moist mound and his stomach.
When Evelyn rocked forward she braced her hands on his chest, and stopped when she felt the curvature of his engorged glans pop over the entrance to her inner passage. The puffy pads on her hands were hot and squishy, feeling good pressed against his chest. She pressed down and back, hooking his tip on the muscular ribbing of her vaginal passage and penetrating herself on his meat fully. With a bit of a rocking motion, she began to slide up and down on him, and he started to thrust a bit, gaining in speed and force as they continued. Because she was so small in this form he could clearly see the bulge of his shaft inside of her, but she showed no signs of discomfort. He was mesmerized by her glowing pink iris, and she watched his eyes back, trying to read them to slow down or speed up to lengthen their pleasure. Her tail forced itself under him, slipping under the small of his back, grinding against his taint and cradling his balls from behind before lunging into her pussy to join his dick. He couldn't take it anymore when her tail coiled around his penis while still pistoning in and out of her- her hot juices moving in and out from between her inner walls, his shaft, and her tail coils. Dennis came explosively for several seconds, and his cock remained throbbing violently for several seconds more, not wanting it to end. As soon as he started, Evelyn came down on him hard and rocked forward to grind her clit into his groin and bring herself over the edge with him.
She fell forward onto him and her nipples dug into him a bit before very slowly starting to soften. His dick slipped out after a second as it softened from exhaustion. They both lay still and silent for a minute, the only exception being their heavy breathing.
Their heads banged into each other in surprise as they both shot up into sitting positions at the sound of the black rabbit. "Oh bravo. For such an inexperienced woman in bed you sure know what you're doing."
Evelyn blushed hard. "W-what are you doing here already!?"
"Uhm, times up? Did you not want me to turn you back?" She looked at the clock in surprise. "Time flies when you're having fun, eh? I am a few hours early but, it seems like a formality at this point, and I'd hate to be formal. With this young fellow with you, you could technically stay hidden indefinitely, so I see no reason to delay." He lowered his voice. "Besides I was about to forget, and this would have made for a complicated loose-end."
Out of the shadow cast by the black rabbit, a magician rose up, scooping the rabbit into his top hat as he did. He flipped the hat onto his head and reached a white-gloved hand out slowly and snapped his fingers. Evelyn felt her tail's mass shift and vanish as her body stretched and grew back into its former shape almost instantly. Her body returned to normal in mere seconds, and the color returned to her skin and hair as the glow in her eyes burned out. Blushing, she quickly slid off Dennis to the other side of the couch since her shift in mass caused her to smother his face in her boobs and her knees to end up in a painful place for him.
Just as quickly as he came, the rabbit and magician vanished- their form exploding into a flurry of black rose petals. Dennis had liked Evelyn from afar for some time, lacking the courage to actually approach her, and Evelyn had been entirely oblivious till now. Thanks to this little ordeal, now they were together, almost as if that had been the purpose all along. Neither Dennis or Evelyn would ever forget the time spent with a chimera of her design.
Evelyn opened her web browser to see if the rabbit remembered the other part of their bargain. She smiled at the huge number of recent followers and favorites. Her smile quickly faded as she opened her gallery and seen just why. Her face turned beet-red in embarrassment at the numerous photos of herself in her altered hybrid form posted to her gallery.
"T-this isn't what I had in mind, damnit!!" |
New Found Fillies
Casey grumbled inwardly in the passenger seat of the motorhome as it rumbled down the highway. There was a weird smell on the air that the AC did nothing to blow away, and there were faint moaning noises from the bedroom in the back, where his sick brother Peter was laying.
There were reports of a strange outbreak of illness on the news. They had everyone staying in their homes, boiling their water, and avoiding as much contact with other people as they could. The symptoms listed were vague enough that some hypochondriacs would more than likely flood the hospitals thinking they had it.
Muscle aches over most of the body, shortness of breath, flushing of the skin, swelling in certain places, weight fluctuations at a rapid rate, changes in voice pitch, noticeable changes in skin pigmentation, unexplained hair loss or growth, increased appetite, hungers for usual substances, and severe personality changes were just the start of the list.
But that wasn\'t the main thing. No one seemed to be allowed to mention it, but the newscasters said that it would be obvious after a few hours once somebody was infected. The way they talked, the disease was rather serious, but no fatalities had been reported.
Casey thought it was incredibly strange. After all, all the symptoms seemed like just minor annoyances at the very worst. There wasn\'t even the coughing up green crud that accompanied most colds. No nasal drip, no sore throat, just a lot of little things that could be really annoying. He didn\'t understand why it was such a big deal, or why his mother had packed Peter and himself up in the motorhome with the intention of heading to his aunt\'s farm.
They had gotten out before the National Guard had closed the roads; they lived in one of the most outlying suburbs, which caused Gretchen to complain endlessly about the drive she had to take to get to work at once of the hospitals.
Perhaps that was why they were headed out? That someone at the hospital had known something about the mystery disease and told Casey\'s mom to clear out of town. That would make sense, heading up to the isolated countryside.
The motorhome turned off on an exit, heading towards a MacRonald\'s. \"I\'m going to stop and get a bag of burgers and fries, and get some for dinner too and put \'em in the fridge. That way we won\'t have to stop again.\" Gretchen said, smiling at her second son.
Casey just nodded, turned up the volume on his iPod and continued to stare out the window while he thought. He looked at all the cars in the MacR\'s lot and rolled his eyes. Lunch hour rush. They\'d be there for at least 20 minutes. And with his mom inside, that meant he could go and check up on Peter..
His mom had said that he wasn\'t feeling well, and that he\'d have the bedroom to himself while they drove. They\'d stopped at a drugstore a few towns back, and Gretchen had apparently purchased some sort of medicine for Peter to take.
Casey also had been told that Peter needed his privacy, and that he ought to be left alone. Peter\'s condition was supposed to be a little embarrassing. The term \'priapism\' had come up while Gretchen had been talking on her cell phone to somebody, which to Casey sounded more like a new age religion founded by some Italian guy named Priapi, perhaps based on Opera.
Casey still had a bit of an overactive imagination. And as soon as his mom left the car and had been gone for a few minutes, he was going to sneak back and make sure that Peter wasn\'t turning into a zombie or anything.
That was a staple of zombie movies, the woman in denial about the status of her significant other, friend, or child, and it always ended up getting someone killed. Pained moaning, a funny smell, and a city wide quarantine all sounded like things that would fit in quite well with a zombie plague.
They pulled into the MacRonald\'s parking lot, taking one of the spots way in the back, which were actually the furthest away spaces from a Mall*Mart.
\"You want to come in?\" Gretchen asked, and Casey just shook his head again and pointed to the small, white ear buds of the music player. A few moments later his mom was gone, and Casey watched her walk to the restaurant. He continued acting indifferent before she got in the door, and once she did he was up like a shot and quickly climbing back into the home portion of the motorhome.
He turned off his iPod and set it on the counter of the tiny kitchen, walked past the bathroom and the smaller secondary bedroom (which was actually a closet with a cot inside), before slowly opening the door to the main bedroom.
The weird smell that had been tickling his nostril up front now essentially reared back and dove right in. It was a weird scent, kind of enticing, nice now that he could get a good whiff of it.
The sliding window by the bed had been pulled open, allowing a bit of a breeze to come in. It was hot, stuffy, and the air was sticky and moist. Casey looked down at the form of his brother, wrapped almost from head to toe with blankets. There were wet spots on the carpet and on the bed. Though they seemed more from sweat than anything gross.
Casey reached out and slowly pulled the sheet back and gasped at what he saw. Peter looked... different; definitely not zombie-like, but noticeably different. Uncovered to the waist, Peter looked taller, and more buff than he ought to be. Casey could make out a six pack, but that wasn\'t what made him gasp.
It was the shape of his brother\'s body, the broader hips, the narrower, more streamlined frame, and the shifting of the face. But above all it was the hair, six inches longer than it had been yesterday, all of it honey blonde.
Peter moaned softly in his sleep and rolled onto his back, making Casey\'s eyes widen even further. His arms had been covering them up before, but his brother definitely had breasts; small ones, but breasts all the same.
Something else made Casey blush and look away, the tenting of the bedspread in just the right place. No way that could be real, as big as it was. The smell was really getting to Casey now, it made him feel weird, dizzy, short of breath, and kind of detached from his body.
He looked up at the tent in the bedclothes again, and then directed his gaze downward in shame. His eyes widened again at the similar tent in his shorts. Not nearly the same size, but definitely the same intent.
Casey made a bit of a disgusted face. It was pretty gross and weird. No way should he have popped a boner over his own brother; even if Peter looked all cute and kind of girly. His big brother\'s eyes fluttered and Peter\'s hand reached over and grabbed him by the belt, pulling him into the bed.
He winced as his hand landed in something warm, gooey, and sticky. But his panic was silenced by the pressure of Peter\'s lips on his own; soft, feminine lips. Peter seemed in a half-conscious daze as his other hand began to undo his younger brother\'s belt and unzip his fly.
Casey tried to scoot away, not wanting to wake Peter up fully. He didn\'t want his brother to think he was some creepy, gay weirdo that had the hots for his own brother. Peter broke the kiss, his tongue trailing down his brother\'s neck, over his shirt, and then finally onto the head of his cock.
The young man whimpered softly. This was so weird, so very fucking weird. His brother\'s lips encircled his member, drawing it into his mouth; Casey couldn\'t help but moan over how good it felt. The thought had never crossed his mind that his first blowjob, hell, his first sexual encounter with another person, would be by his big brother. True, a big brother that looked a lot like a big sister, but a brother all the same.
Being still a virgin at 18, Casey had no staying power whatsoever, and with only a few bobs of Peter\'s head, he blew his load in his brother\'s eager mouth. Peter gripped Casey\'s balls, his grip tightening on them, making Casey shiver and erupt with another full powered jet of seed. The dazed male refused to release his brother until he seemingly sucked the last bit of seed he could coax from Casey.
Peter pulled away and let go of Casey\'s belt, curling up in the middle of the bed and beginning to snore loudly. Making the most of the opportunity Casey quickly extracted himself from the bed quickly exiting the bedroom and ducking into the bathroom, locking the door behind him.
Only then did he take a look and see what he\'d put his hand in. Cum. Thick, sticky cum. He\'d seen the result on his hand before, always of his own making. But he\'d never splooged as much as would have been needed to make the puddle he\'d stuck his hand in. It covered each finger, his palm, and the wrist as well. It had seeped up enough so that it was almost on the top of his hand as well.
He looked down as his hard on, still poking out the fly of his pants. He was still incredibly hard, his cock begging for more attention. It had been weird and unwanted, but it had been so good and so.... sexy.
Casey unbuttoned his pants and tugged down the waistband of his underwear, taking a seat on the toilet. He closed his eyes, thinking of Peter; breasts a bit bigger, a little larger, but more feminine, still with the cock, but with something else between the legs; something just as warm, wet, inviting, and pleasurable as his mouth.
In a few minutes Casey\'s seed joined his brother\'s on his hand. Or it would have, had the seed not vanished rather strangely when Casey wasn\'t looking. However the out of breath young man didn\'t notice the absence. He looked at the pearlescent white pool in his palm and felt his mouth watering a bit.
He was curious, it might be a little gross and weird, but after all it was only his own. It didn\'t make him gay or anything. Nor did being mouth-raped by your big brother. Casey brought his hand to his lips, when a knock came on the bathroom door, making him jump.
\"What?!\" Casey said with annoyance.
\"Are you okay in there?\" his mother asked.
Casey snorted, \"Yeah, of course mom, I\'m just, you know, going to the bathroom. Why wouldn\'t I be okay?\"
\"Never mind. Finish up quick. Food\'s ready and I don\'t want to be on the road with you on the pot.\" She said, moving away.
The weird urge that had come over Casey had vanished, he blushed and washed his hands in the sink, waiting a little bit for his reddened face to get back to a normal color, not wanting to raise any suspicion. He adjusted his pants and made sure there were no stray drops of seed, his or Peter\'s, before heading back up into the front.
The fast food bag was sitting on the counter, and Casey poked through it, pulling out two burgers and a large fry. He picked up his iPod and buckled himself into the front seat, his mind trying to make sense of what had happened.
His mother was in the bedroom, likely giving Peter another dose of the medication she\'d picked up at the pharmacy right before they left, whatever it was. For someone who said she wanted to be back on the road quickly, she was sure taking her time. It was a couple minutes before she came back up to the front, sighing loudly. She tossed the bag of food on the counter into the fridge, alongside a second one.
Gretchen slid into the front seat and fastened her safety belt.
\"You\'re not eating, Mom?\" Casey asked.
\"No... umm... I had a hamburger on the walk through the parking lot.\" She lied.
Casey knew his mom wasn\'t a very good liar. He figured she was just worried about Peter and didn\'t feel like eating.
\"How\'s Peter doing?\" he asked. A better liar than his mother, he gave no indication about his visit.
\"Peter\'s doing fine, hon.\" Gretchen said with a smile, \"The medication seems to be working, but it\'s made him pretty sleepy. He ought to be up in an hour or two. I\'d like you to take him his food then, and maybe spend a little time with him.\"
Casey barely suppressed a shiver, \"Are we going to get sick with what Peter has?\" he asked.
His mom shook her head, \"No, I don\'t think so. If we were going to get it, I think we\'d be showing symptoms by now.\"
Casey nodded and began to eat his fries as the motorhome\'s engine roared to life and they were under way once again.
-o-
Casey\'s thoughts drifted increasingly towards his changed brother. The changes just didn\'t seem possible, a disease being able to affect muscle mass and bone structure to such a great degree in such a small period of time. And if whatever was causing the change was a biological agent, why hadn\'t anyone ever heard of a disease like it before?
So that meant that it more than likely had been engineered. What purpose would such a biological agent serve? One that turned men into women, while retaining the main male bit, and if anything, making it larger?
The only thing that readily came to mind was some sort of morale killer type thing for the fundamentalist Islamic nations. Kind of hard to have every girl covered up and unable to go out of the house without the presence of a male relative when all the guys looked exactly like all the girls, except between the legs.
With something like that, the increased sex drive would make sense. It had to be some sort of secret weapon developed by the US government or by a powerful corporation in order to have a psychological advantage in that particular part of the world.
From there Casey\'s mind began to wander to the more personal manifestations of the illness. He was becoming increasingly curious as to how far Peter had changed in the past hour or so. The young man also found himself wondering if Peter would be just as horny and cock-hungry while awake as he had been while in an unconscious doze.
He couldn\'t help but imagine a few of the things he\'d like to try with his now quite feminine brother the next time they had an opportunity to do so. The situation was beginning to get more than a little uncomfortable as Casey felt as hard as a rock, and his pants felt a little tighter than he remembered them to be.
He looked down at the clock on the dashboard and then unbuckled himself, \"I\'m going to go see if Peter wants his lunch.\"he said, slipping between the two front seats.
Casey\'s smile was concealed by the door of the fridge, \"Sure, mom. I think we can find something to do.\" he said, grabbing the second bag of MacR\'s and heading to the back of the motorhome.
He opened the door and quickly ducked inside. The strange smell hit him like a sledgehammer to the gut. He had gotten used to the light scent of it that managed to escape the bedroom and seep up to his seat. His pants felt increasingly more uncomfortable with every breath he took, and made even more so as he saw his brother, and what exactly he... she.... whatever, was doing.
The man stared with rapt fascination at his big brother. The small nubs of breasts had blossomed into a pair of melons that would be the delight of any stripper or porn starlet. The once shortish twenty year old was now of a height that would make an NBA player proud.
But what drew Casey\'s attention was what was between Peter\'s legs, and specifically what the gender-warped young adult was doing to it. Peter\'s member had to have been at least two feet in length, and as thick around as Casey\'s upper arm. It was longer in proportion than a human member was supposed to be, and the head was broad and flat. There was a circular bulge all the way around in the middle, and the skin seemed to change color along the length from what Casey could see.
The coloration was muted quite a bit due to the fact that Peter had a large party balloon stretched over his member as he masturbated frantically, panting and moaning in lustful bliss. The red rubber orb, emblazoned with a simple outline of a cake and the phrase \"Happy Birthday!\" was partially inflated. Casey could see some fluid sloshing about inside. Peter stroked his cock with one hand, while the other held the base of the balloon, making sure it didn\'t slip off of his shaft.
He paused for a moment, pushing a finger underneath the balloon\'s neck and pulling it open, letting some of the clear, slick precum that had built up inside run into the palm of his hand, allowing him to begin stroking at rapid speed once again.
Casey wasn\'t sure how long he watched Peter stroke himself before his brother climaxed. It could have been seconds, it could have been hours. He was totally caught up in it, unable to take his eyes away from that perfect body making itself feel so good.
He shivered as his brother\'s hips bucked, his/her lips parting in a sigh of relief, the birthday balloon rapidly expanding as it was filled with thick, white cream. Casey felt a sympathetic wetness bloom in his pants, his own seed gushing forth in synchronous climax with his brother.
Casey gasped softly as well, the bag of fast food slipping from his hand, which pushed against the wall at his side as he was overwhelmed by sensation. His cock spurted with full strength again and again and again.
Once the pleasure dimmed and he was able to move again, Casey was aware of his brother\'s eyes on him, and the embarrassed blush on Peter\'s face. The titanic being gave his cock a few final strokes, coaxing the last bit of seed from inside his member, and then slowly pulling the rather full balloon away. He pinched the neck and tied it off, then pushed it out the open window at the side of the bed, sending it onto the road below, where it no doubt splattered rather messily.
\"I.. uh... brought you lunch.\" Casey said, his throat tight, a navy stain from his crotch to knees.
\"Thanks.\" Peter said, equally as shy. His voice sultry, sexy, seductive, and most definitely female.
Casey bent and picked up the bag. He slowly approached the bed, extending his hand, giving the food to his brother. Peter gently gripped Casey\'s wrist and pulled him into a soft hug.
\"I\'m really hungry.\" Peter said with a shy smile, \"But you... I....\" his perfect skin reddened with a very deep blush.
Black nailed fingers slipped into the waistband of Casey\'s jeans, and with what seemed like hardly any effort, tore them straight down the leg seam on one side, and then the other, leaving Casey sitting in cum soaked boxers, which were soon similarly removed.
Casey found himself pushed back on the bed, his brother\'s head suddenly between his legs. Peter\'s large, thick, unnaturally long tongue slowly swiping over his skin, cleaning the scraps of sticky semen from his bare skin. His flagging erection raged back to full strength as Peter\'s lips encircled it, questing tongue lapping up every stray droplet of seed that it could find.
And then Peter broke contact, leaving his little brother wide eyed with what had just occurred. The elder brother smiled shyly and lowered his head, \"If you don\'t clean it up right away, it really starts to itch.\" he explained.
The brothers\' eyes met, and Casey reached up, running a hand through his brother\'s long, soft, golden blonde hair. A far cry from the brownish, dishwater color that their entire family shared.
\"This is... really weird, Pete.\" Casey said softly.
\"Tell me about it.\" his brother said in his seductive, girlish voice, \"But I... kinda like it. It feels so good. I just... feel incredibly sexy. My entire body feels great, just... being there. I\'m turning into a girl, I keep getting bigger, and I have a frickin\' horse cock, and I... I don\'t want it to stop.\"
\"It\'s scary, and what makes it scary is that I don\'t feel scared, or grossed out, or panicky, or anything. Just.... good. Sexy. Hungry. Horny. I... I couldn\'t stop myself from licking you just now. I could smell your... you know... and I thought 'I can\'t let that go to waste\' and before I knew it, I had your pants off and your cock in my mouth. Again.\"
Casey blushed and looked away at that, \"So you were awake for that, huh?\"
\"Not quite awake, not quite asleep.\" Peter said, \"Y... you taste good.\"
\"Thanks, I guess.\" Casey replied.
The two brothers sat in silence for a moment, which was broken by the crinkling of the MacR\'s bag as Peter lay back in the bed and pulled out a burger. He put the sack on his belly and stared up thoughtfully at the ceiling, eyes closed, mmming softly as he bit into the comparatively tiny burger.
\"What does Mom think about what\'s happening?\" Casey asked, slipping off his shirt and kicking off his shoes and socks.
\"She\'s really weird about it. She notices things, but she doesn\'t seem to... I dunno. She took a look at me, and with the whole size thing, the whole girl thing, and the whole being hung like a completely different species, all she said was that I\'m a fine man. She\'s been giving me sleeping pills, but at that last stop, she took a look at the bed and decided against it.\"
Peter shrugged and pulled out another burger, \"I was making a real mess with my dreams. I guess she figured that if I need to... you know... that I might as well do it while being awake and able to control it. She seems to know about what\'s going on, but she hasn\'t told me anything. She just bought some stuff at the pharmacy and told me to use them.\"
The transforming male nodded to the White-Aid bag on the bedside table. Casey rolled over and took a look inside. Packs of condoms, and three sizes of party balloons, one pack of 9 inch diameter, one of 12, and one of 24. The 12\'s were all black and the 24\'s all white. The 9\'s were a mix of colors.
\"I got too big for the condoms at around 11.\" Peter said, which had been about 4 hours previous.
\"Is it... still growing?\" Casey asked, staring in rapt fascination at his brother\'s member, which had finally deemed that it was time for a break, and was in the process of going limp and retracting into a sheath. Peter\'s sack was equally as sizable as his cock, with grapefruit sized testicles held tight against the body.
Peter had finished off the dozen burgers in the bag and had started on the six orders of fries. He dumped them all into the bag and tossed the packets aside. He pulled out fries by the handful, slowly nibbling on them with his eyes closed. His other hand had begun to caress one of his plentiful breasts.
His softening member promptly reversed course, filling to full erection in about a minute. Casey watched in rapt fascination. He snuggled up against Peter, his brother\'s skin soft and smooth against his own. His hand slipped between Peter\'s legs, cupping and caressing a ball, then slipping back, just to check, but found no female slit to fulfil the fantasy he\'d had in the bathroom earlier.
Casey couldn\'t help himself, it just felt so natural to do, so right, it made him feel good. Peter stopped eating, setting the big bag of fries aside. He moaned as he took in a deep breath, both hands on his breasts. Casey smiled and moved his hand upward, tracing over the eager flesh of his brother\'s horse-cock.
Peter bucked, a deluge of precum erupting from the tip of his member, shooting a few inches in the air before gravity took it over and sent it dripping down his massive member.
The younger man felt a sudden heat shoot through his hand. For a moment Peter\'s cock had been too hot to touch without discomfort. His eyes widened as he watched his big brother begin to change.
The already massive member quivered. It was as if it had only been partially erect before as new found blood surged into it. Casey watched it thicken before his eyes, felt it surge against his hand. He couldn\'t help but stare, jaw agape, as it grew longer, inch after inch after inch until it was half again the size it had been just moments before.
The transforming former male bucked his hips, black nailed hands tightly gripping darkening nipples that glistened with droplets of milk. Casey licked his lips as he saw those tiny drips. His own member throbbed with aching arousal, almost in time with the pulsing blood flow from Peter\'s still growing cock. It was huge, half of Peter\'s increased height, a good three feet at the very least.
Casey reached for the bag on the nightstand, pulling out one of the 24 inch diameter balloons. Stretching the neck wide, he slid it over his brother\'s well-lubricated member. He gently coaxed one of Peter\'s hands from his breasts, replacing it with his lips and his own hand.
With Peter lost deep in the throes of his own pleasure, Casey took the initiative on his own desire. He pulled the balloon down as far as it could go on Peter\'s cock, stretched tight at the tip, but with still a ways to go, so there would be no breaking. The younger brother straddled the elder\'s member, bending it down so the huge length\'s tip rested between expanding breasts. He tugged on the balloon\'s neck, pulling it up just enough to slide his own cock in as well, the latex gripping the two of them tightly, with only a little discomfort.
Precum oozed through the narrow gap, the seal no longer perfect. It provided the slickness needed for Casey to thrust against Peter\'s member. The sweet heat of the huge horse-cock seemed to seep into him. He wasn\'t sure, but he thought he felt, for a moment, the pulsing sensation of his own member growing larger. But he paid it no mind.
He gripped Peter\'s cock with both hands, keeping the balloon from slipping up, and leaned forward, caressing the huge cock with his entire body. Casey brought his lips to a dark brown nipple. The nipple itself was as thick as two of his fingers put together, and stuck out three inches from the breast. The aureola surrounding it was the size of a small plate, the breast behind it filling with milk and expanding to the ridiculous proportion only seen in the most extreme of plastic surgeries.
Casey began to suckle from his brother\'s teat, the sweet milk that gushed forth intoxicating. It filled him with a sudden greedy hunger and bolstered his lust. Both brothers were too distracted by their pleasures to notice further changes to Peter. Changes that went beyond growth and feminization.
Peter\'s ears lengthened and grew smoother, shifting position just a bit higher on the sides of his head. Fingernails, already turned black, grew and spread, taking over the first joint of each finger, which was short lived. Five fingers became three, and five toes became a single hoof, the leg and ankle shifting subtly to allow walking on it.
The horseboy reached down with both hands, pulling his brother tightly against him. For a moment so brief that Peter thought he might have imagined it, Casey\'s body felt burning hot. But all thoughts on that vanished as the mind numbering sensation of climax washed over him. There was a soft, muffled, wet sound between them as the high intensity jet of seed encountered resistance just as it exited Peter\'s body and impacted the balloon.
Casey was overcome with sensation, the pleasure of his cock, the sweetness of the milk on his tongue, the fullness of his belly that still demanded more, and the sweet, wonderful heat that sunk in through his muscles and down into his bones and back out again. He cried out in blissful delight as he joined his brother in climax, his contribution to the balloon paling in comparison to Peter\'s. After all, Casey lacked the bowling ball sized spheres that allowed such prodigious production.
He felt the balloon between them inflate, growing fuller and fuller with each pump from Peter\'s sustained climax. You double the size, you get eight times the volume. Casey was spent long before his big brother, and as he watched the large balloon fill, to the point where the seed was under such pressure that it was trying to push out the balloon\'s neck, coating Casey\'s member and sheath with the stuff.
The younger brother thought of the word sheath, but didn\'t pay any mind to it. He scooted back, slipping his shaft from the shared balloon and allowing for a tighter seal. He thought of the 9 inch balloon and how it had barely been able to fit through the small, horizontally sliding window. Experience with water balloons reminded him that a larger balloon filled even part way was too heavy to move around. It tore the rubber and resulted in the contents going everywhere.
Looking around, he grabbed a pillow and stripped off the case. The balloon was still small enough that its weight could be supported hanging off of Peter\'s member, which allowed Casey to slip the case over it. They couldn\'t toss this one, they\'d have to carry it to the window and spray it out the side. It would be delightfully mischievous, it sounded quite fun.
Casey placed a hand inside the pillow case, stroking Peter\'s shaft to draw out all the last dribs and drabs of seed, and then finally gripping the balloon neck, taking it in both hands, and slowly coaxing it free. The balloon was nowhere near full, and it didn\'t look impressive enough as it sat at the bottom of the pillowcase.
Peter looked down into the case as well, \"I think we should try and fill it.\" he said with a giggle.
Casey looked up at his brother, he saw the changed ears, the fewer fingers, the feet that had become hooves. But the changes didn\'t connect in his mind to anything weird. He knew the horseboy in front of him was his brother and that was all that mattered.
\"Y-yeah, okay.\" he said with a grin, allowing his brother to take the item, \"Umm... I need like a clothespin or a big round marker or a pen or something so we can get it undone again when you\'re ready.\"
Peter grinned and shoved his little brother down onto the bed. \"Hey what are you...?\" Casey began to protest, but then he saw it. His still raging erection. His still raging, foot long, equine erection.
Casey gaped at it in awe. He shivered and moaned loudly as Peter\'s three fingers hand-hoof wrapped around it and began to stroke. \"I said we ought to try and fill it,\" he giggled, \"And it\'s your turn.\"
Peter grinned as his younger brother could only moan with pleasure as he jerked him off. He slid the neck of the balloon over Casey\'s cock and gave the balloon a bit of pressure. The young man arched his back and thrust hard as a scalding explosion erupted in his body. The moment so much of his brother\'s seed touched his body, Casey felt electric.
The teenager crouched over the balloon, thrusting into his brother\'s hand and into the vast amounts of cum contained in the balloon. \"Doesn\'t it just feel great?\" Peter whispered into Casey\'s ear.
The younger brother could only nod his head as his flesh began to feel fluid, like it was melting and flowing around into new places. Places that Peter caressed, making him shiver as they all felt so wonderfully sensitive.
\"I guess it goes a lot faster with two people. Or when one is further along.\" Peter mused, a three fingered hand caressing Casey\'s shapely bottom, the sweet, feminine curves. He massaged growing muscles, elongating limbs, widening shoulders. All the attention made Casey howl with delight.
But what finally set him off, adding his comparatively tiny contribution of seed to the load was the icy sliver of pleasure that lanced through him the moment his big brother gripped one of Casey\'s B cup breasts for the first time.
Casey grabbed a discarded french fry packet and folded it in half, tying the neck of the balloon around the cardboard device. He virtually pounced his brother, his body just as feminine as Peter\'s had been when Casey had seen how much he had changed. Their lips met in a passionate kiss, and both were almost immediately fully erect from it.
Casey\'s cock had grown a few inches, to keep up proportions with his taller frame and larger body, but it still looked tiny in comparison to Peter\'s. He grinned, \"I... I wanna try something.\" Casey said, his voice now just as feminine as his brother\'s.
Peter stroked Casey\'s long, soft golden hair, \"Whatever you want, little bro.\"
The younger brother nodded and scooted away, gripping the elder\'s cock, his fingers, though a little larger, could no longer meet when wrapped around Peter\'s girth. He pulled it down, giving the tip a loving lick, moaning softly at the salty-sweet taste of plentiful precum, and bringing it down on level with his own member.
Aside from size, the two cocks were almost identical, same shape, same proportion, same medial ring, same shift of color from pink to grey, the same sheath with large balls brought up against the body.
Casey gripped just behind the board, flat head of his brother\'s member, keeping it still while he slowly slid his own into the opening on Peter\'s cock. Both brothers gasped in pleasure at the sensation. The warmth of the other adding to their own. The way the larger gripped the smaller and the way the smaller stretched the larger wide.
The two were so wrapped up in their lusts that they didn\'t notice the motorhome coming to a stop. Nor did they notice the door open. They did notice their mother walking in, she just smiled at them and commented, \"It\'s nice to see you two playing so nicely together. I\'m going to get some groceries to make dinner.\" she said with the same obliviousness that Casey had noted earlier.
It wasn\'t that she was unaware of the changes that had taken place. Nor was she barred from thinking about the oddness of it all, her sons were now shemale stallions, one still human looking, the other having huge hooves and sporting breasts, balls, and cock enough to provide mass for an NFL linebacker. It was just that they were happy, having fun, and feeling good, and that was given priority over everything.
Gretchen pulled a few things from her suitcase and slunk out of the room. Grown-up girls needed their privacy. And a few minutes later, as both climaxed, Casey\'s seed flowing into Peter, and Peter\'s seed splattering all over Casey, the two began to change.
\"Mmm... so which one of us gets to be the mare first?\" Peter asked, unable to see her new sex due to over endowment, but she could feel it. The shift in thinking for both of them came naturally. Before they had feminine bodies, but still retained masculine sexual characteristics. Now? While large, their members were the only aspects of manhood about them.
Casey giggled and reached for the pillow case, \"Well, big sister, it\'s YOUR turn to fill up the balloon.\"
Peter giggled as well and looked down at her still growing member and balls, \"And I think I will fill it this time\"
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Gretchen slipped into the women\'s bathroom, making sure there was no one else inside of it before locking the door. She tossed her bag of preliminary Mall*Mart purchases and hopped up on the counter herself, hiking up her long dress. She reached down and removed the belt, allowing her massive member to finally get blood flow in it enough to reach full arousal. Her cock wasn\'t nearly as big as either of her foals would get, but her balls rivaled Peter\'s in size. Her belly was beginning to grow quite rounded as well.
She wasn\'t pregnant, and she would never become so again. But she already had two beautiful daughters and had never planned on having any more. Offering a portion of her feminity for the cause was nothing. She knew of the cause only on an instinctive level, but she had been carrying it out as she drove and had a break at each stop.
She had instructed Peter to gather his seed and toss it out the window. Likely it would just lie in puddles and perhaps enlighten a few animals, but with the sheer size her sweet little girl was now packing, she could hose down a windshield with semen sticky enough to make windshield wipers smear and make driving impossible. They\'d have to go out and touch it, and once they did, they too would join to fight for the cause.
A soft moan escaped her lips as she began to stroke her member faster and faster. It felt so good to leave a mess behind as she had done in every women\'s restroom at every single stop she had made today.
Anyone who touched it would contribute to the cause, and would leave the mess where it was, where the word could be spread and the sweet, sexual bliss of transformation granted to all the mares who entered the bathroom after Gretchen had been in it.
With her balls as big as they were, it was getting difficult to walk, but a rig made of a couple belts and a t-shirt ought to provide enough lift. There were new t-shirts as well, as Gretchen could feel her belly beginning to swell as her ovaries became a second pair of testicles, allowing her to spread more of her transformative seed.
They had about five hundred miles to go before they reached her sister\'s farm. But who knows? Once Alice was made aware of the cause, and perhaps the livestock of the farm as well, they might continue their little road trip. They had a sister down in Florida, after all.
Gretchen sucked in a deep breath as she came, the stream of her seed powerful enough to blast across the room and splatter on the opposite wall. She\'d have a few minutes worth of climax to paint the place white. She grinned as she gripped her dress with one hand and hopped down onto her hooves.
She loved them. She loved her new purpose, her changing form, the prospect of becoming a beautiful mare once her task was done. The hooves she had been promised was why she had packed the long dress in the first place. Everything was going according to plan. Just like Master Shadow said it would.
The very thought of her master intensified her climax, making Gretchen moan with utter delight as she began to coat the bathroom\'s entrance with her cum, making sure to keep it far away enough from the door that it wouldn\'t seep out. She\'d smear some on the handle as she left.
More sex. More cum. More sisters. All for the cause. And perhaps, when her herd had eaten a meal that would have fed them for a week as humans, she could snuggle with her daughters and have some real family togetherness time.
She just hoped the old motorhome\'s suspension could handle the amount of fluids that was about to head its way. |
New Found Fortitude
Cliff sighed and gave the cupboards one last look through, but the result was just as it had been the last two or three times he'd looked. He was out of his favorite athletic supplement. He'd gotten the supply from a friend who swore by the stuff. It wasn't on the market quite yet, but the results were undeniable. Cliff had gained forty pounds of muscle, and somehow several inches of height as well. The stuff was amazing.
He couldn't explain how it worked, but even with the rigorous testing he went through as a part of his mixed martial arts career, nothing worrisome came up. He showed as being perfectly clean. Though he had jumped up into the Superheavyweight division, he wasn't worried at all. He was stronger than he looked. His last two fights had been incredibly easy, child's play almost, with the way he could easily overpower opponents who weighed even one hundred fifty pounds more than he did.
Cliff hated to end a workout without a protein drink afterwards. It was strange; he could've sworn he had about a cup left of the vanilla formula mix. The instructions said to mix small amounts of the six flavors provided with milk and try them one at a time and see which one tasted the best before deciding on a particular flavor line to try.
That was kind of strange, but Cliff supposed they might use slightly different formulas to make sure they didn't offset the taste of a particular type. Though Cliff wondered what they were worried about. The Z-Brawn line was without a doubt the best tasting athletic supplement line he'd sampled. The vanilla had been his favorite, though the others weren't all that bad.
He thought it over; the instructions said that aside from the initial taste test, he wasn't supposed to mix the product lines. But it would just be once or twice until he managed to get a new batch of vanilla. It shouldn't be too bad, and the blueberry was quite tasty as well.
He took the milk out of the fridge and poured himself a glass of milk, taking the small sampler container of blueberry powder out of the cupboard above the fridge. He stirred in a heaping tablespoon, and watched the milk turn a deep shade of blue. Cliff wondered what sort of dyes they were using in the stuff; most of the blueberry milk stuff he'd seen turned the stuff sort of a sludgy blue-grey.
Cliff mmmed softly as the mixture met his mouth, it was actually very good. Oddly enough the blueberry was better than the vanilla. It was sort of interesting; it wasn't quite the flavor he remembered. This was more of a blueberry cream. It was delicious, and Cliff found himself craving a second batch.
He poured himself another glass of milk when the coloration and thickness caught his attention. The color was just a little bit off for milk, and it was also a bit thicker than milk normally was, more in line with the vanilla protein drinks. He took a quick swig of milk. Someone had put all the vanilla supplement powder into the gallon of milk.
Cliff shrugged and mixed himself up another blueberry cream and gulped it down, putting the milk back in the fridge. He felt pretty good, a bit better than he normally did after a workout. He was also pretty hungry. He pulled a pair of the vanilla Z-Brawn candy bars out of the cupboard as he put the blueberry powder away. A thought went through Cliff's head, and he put one of the vanilla bars back, taking a blueberry instead.
Might as well see if the enhancement extended to the meal replacement bars as well.
-o-
A few miles away Clara leaned her bike up against a tree. She was more into building cardio than building muscle, since she did her best to maintain her weight class. But despite her best efforts, since starting with the Z-Brawn supplement line, she had almost gained half again her weight, as well as having gained six inches of height in the past three months.
She had been about average height before, though on the shorter side. Now she was almost six feet in height. The boxing commission wouldn't let her back in, despite doctors looking her over and finding nothing wrong. So she had been participating in local Toughwoman contests, rather than the local sanctioned boxing events.
Though she still seemed to be growing, Clara wasn't going to give up taking Z-Brawn, the 'runner's high' it gave her after a nice long bike ride was incredible. It also had her libido ramped up.
Her husband, Cliff, had taken to adjusting his workout schedule by about an hour, so he finished about the time Clara returned home from her bike ride. Though the growth had been giving Clara troubles, as she was too big for most of her wardrobe; the sweats she was wearing now belonged to their son, Cole.
She was also riding Cliff's bike, as the seat on her own didn't go up high enough to accommodate her longer legs. She had done her route several seconds faster than the day before, and if this kept up, she was going to have to extend her route, since it was meant to be half an hour out, and half an hour back. She was currently doing both segments around 20 minutes.
She took the thermos off of its place on the bike and opened it, drinking the cool combination of milk, fruit, ice cream, and chocolate Z-Brawn powder. She found herself gulping it down greedily once the first taste of it reached her tongue, it was far better than her normal milkshake, thicker, creamier, and in general tastier.
It was gone in an instant and so quickly she didn't even get an ice cream headache. It left her wanting more, but all that she had were the snack bars that Cliff had in the bike's cargo pack.
Clara shrugged, her husband could have them replaced later, and right now she was positively ravenous. The warning against mixing flavors never crossed her mind, and she tore the wrappers off the cookies and cream flavored snack bars without any hesitation.
-o-
In the middle of his second period study hall, Cole wasn't feeling all that great. He'd made himself a malt the previous evening, using the vanilla stuff to spice up the bland and cheap vanilla ice cream they bought at the big 'buy in bulk' store in town. He'd found that the stuff was damned good, and had mixed the rest in with the milk so he could have some on his cereal the next morning.
But the cereal hadn't been as filling as usual, and he'd snatched a handful of candy bars from the cupboard above the fridge to eat on the way to school. The banana one had been pretty meh, the blueberry was nice, the chocolate one had been better than most chocolate bars, the cookies and cream had been delicious, the strawberry had been incredible, but the cherry one was the absolute best.
His clothes must've shrunk in the wash or something; they felt almost unpleasantly tight against his body. Plus his jeans were really squishing his balls. It was like riding a bike with pants that were one size too small, every movement caused groinal discomfort. As he looked across the room at the cute, blond, leggy, somewhat nerdy girl with the glasses, Cole quickly found his discomfort increasing the moment his mind started to wander.
Thankfully study hall was in the gym/lunchroom this hour, and the boys' locker room was close by. Sucking in a breath through his teeth, Cole stood and quickly made his way to the locker room. He had a pair of sweat pants that were a bit baggy that he could wear the rest of the day.
He unbuttoned his fly to relieve some of the pressure as he spun the dial on his combination lock, and sighed happily as some of the discomfort vanished. He quickly pulled his sweat pants out of the locker, unzipping his fly and pushing down his jeans. Cole's erect member emerged into the open air, the sight of it making the youth gasp.
It was twice as big as it was supposed to be, bright pink in color, and kinda of funny shaped. He reached down and gripped it experimentally, his fingers barely able to encircle the thick organ. Strangely Cole felt his mouth begin to water at the sight of such thick, plentiful, glistening meat.
He began to stroke himself, coaxing more slick, gooey pre from his shaft. Change of clothes forgotten, Cole took a seat on the bench that ran between the lockers, pants around his ankles. Freed from its canvas prison, Cole's cock continued to grow and swell. The head began to flatten out as the beautiful shaft grew thicker than Cole's wrist.
His brief felt snug as his balls caught up with the growth of his member, which had emerged from the Y front. With a soft, pained cry Cole tugged the opening wider, letting his apple sized balls out into the air.
The horse-cocked youth sighed happily, and leaned forward, his tongue sliding slowly over the opening of his prodigious member, shivering with delight as his tongue encounter some of his thick, tasty pre. He gripped a grapefruit sized ball with one hand, the other working up and down the bright pink shaft, sliding over the medial ring.
He heard footsteps from the sport lockers next door, "Dude, you okay in there?" came the concerned voice of a member of the wrestling team, who practiced this hour on the other side of the gym.
Cole whimpered softly, but he couldn't possibly stop himself.
-o-
At home Cliff was facing a similar pang of sudden arousal. His spandex workout clothes suddenly felt a size too small. The sudden need hit him like someone had poured a bucket of water on him, one moment he was fine, the next he was double over, panting with need.
He was in the main floor bathroom, just off the weight room, when the urge struck him. Cliff quivered, hands running down his body, drawing a gasp at the sensitivity of his nipples, slipping downward and finding his member having poked out of the waistband of his short, and was now up around belly button level.
But the needful ache wasn't from his member; it was something else, a weird new urge that suffused him. Cliff grabbed a bottle of shampoo and stumbled out into the gym. Her looked around for something, anything, he could use. His gaze settled on the rubber coated 20 pound dumbbells that Clara used for her workouts. One would do, but it certainly wouldn't fit, would it?
Regardless, Cliff found himself removing his shorts and kneeling, placing the dumbbell on end and pouring the shampoo onto it, rubbing it over the thick, flat, round shape. Cliff took a deep breath of the pleasant, masculine scent, he'd gotten the shampoo from the same friend, and it made his hair wonderfully soft, thick, and shiny.
Holding the weight in position with one hand, Cliff positioned himself, teeth clenched; wincing, knowing that he couldn't possible fit the head of the weight inside him. But to his surprise his anal ring parted easily, opening itself up for the weight. It filled him so perfectly, just the right size and shape.
Cliff's rump met his heels and he began to push upward, but rather than remain on the floor, the dumbbell came along with him. With a frustrated growl, Cliff pulled it out of himself and tossed it aside, licking his lips and looking for a heavier dumbbell. He didn't even look at the number of the weight he grabbed; he just felt it was the right one.
The shampoo made his bare skin tingle pleasantly, and Cliff began to stroke the lower part of his cock with one hand as the other poured a generous amount of the stuff on the dumbbell, wanting to lube it up perfectly to take inside of him. The stuff smelled so good, it made his body ache with need. It made him think of grassy fields, of being a mare in heat.
Cliff's cock quivered at the thought, seeming to surge upward a few inches, growing thicker. But that couldn't possibly happen, could it? Cliff paid it no attention as he lowered himself once more onto the barbell, imagining a huge, muscular stallion approaching, its heavy weight on his back, the beast's monstrous, magnificent prick finding his willing rear and plunging in deep.
He cried out in delight, the upper portion of his cock still contained by his spandex shirt. The thin material proved little barrier to his caress, and Cliff began to stroke himself. His other hand scratched at the unpleasant itch on his chest, an itch that once scratched blossomed into a soft, warm pleasure.
He began to pant as he groped himself, slowly bobbing up and down, the dumbbell's head in his ass simulating the imagined cock of a sexy stallion. The pleasure was all that mattered, the odd sensations that seemed to come from all over his body, pinching on some places, but swelling in most, didn't matter to him.
What had began as a simple rub and stroke around the nipple area to rid himself of that nagging itch became a grope and a firm massage as the flesh bulged outward, soft roundness pushing forward around each of Cliff's nipples.
Cliff moved a black-nailed hand from his cock to his other breast, the two sensitive orbs large enough, and his thick, flat headed member long enough that he could tit-fuck himself. His mouth began to water. Just a few more inches, a few more agonizing inches...
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Clara had long since begun to moan softly with each exhalation. She wasn't sure what it was, but somehow she was horny as hell, the mere pressure of her body weight on the bicycle seat between her legs was enough to give her pleasure.
Each time she pushed a foot downward, the brief contact with the seat as she rode practically standing sent a delightful, erotic thrill through her body. It was strange, in that in some ways it was getting harder, but in others it was getting easier to pedal.
She felt like she was getting stronger, each turn of the pedals easier than the one before. But it was also getting harder, as her balance seemed to be shifting just a little bit with each passing second as well. And what was worse is that her borrowed clothes suddenly felt uncomfortably tight.
Clara cried out as her sweat pants began to strain against her muscular, powerful body. She was thankful for the seclusion of the forested trail that ran behind their home, abandoned during weekday mornings as most were in school or at work.
She wanted to stop, to tear the constricting clothes from her frame, but the pleasure she got from the movement was too much. How could she stop when she was feeling the most intense sexual pleasure she'd ever known?
It wasn't just her clothes that were too small. The bike had begun to feel a little bit too tiny. The handlebars were hard to grip with her strong, powerful hands, the seat was uncomfortable, jabbing her in her sex as she tried to sit on it. And she had to sit on it, she was quickly growing too tall for the bike, her center of gravity shifting constantly, making her afraid of a crash.
Clara felt the seams of the sweat pants begin to give way against her expanding form, she began to panic, what if someone saw her nude out here? The thought was wiped from her mind a moment later as the crotch of the sweatpants gave way, and Clara's almost squatting motion as she pedaled pushed the bike's seat all the way into the sopping wet depths of her cunny.
She howled with pleasure, altering her stance even more, to allow herself to pump up and down on the seat and enhance her pleasure even further. She was so close to climax, and so close to home. She almost growled with frustration as she rode into the open gate.
With glazed eyes she pulled herself off the bike, letting it fall just outside the shed. She looked down at herself, the plain white t-shirt clinging to her so tightly that it revealed ever curve, every slab of rock-hard muscle, save for where her tits pressed it outward.
She put a hand to them in confusion; she had never been busty by any stretch of the word. Her athletic regiment left her well toned, but sadly flat to the point where she didn't need to wear a bra. Nor did she now, her tits firm enough to keep their position.
Clara stepped into the shed, tearing off the constrictive pants and shirt, looking over her beautiful, muscular body. Looking down as such picture perfect tits made her loins ache even more. All her time tanning had really started to do her good recently, and she grinned as her gloved hands gripped her gorgeous tits, wondrous orbs the glistened with a slight sheen of sweat, capped with erect, black nipples the size of silver dollars.
Her bare breasts reminded her of chocolate for some reason, smooth, tasty, sexy chocolate. She blinked a few times, she didn't remember being quite so dark in complexion, nor did she recall having beautiful, black nipples.
She was aware of the mess she was making, her eager cunt virtually gushing, a torrent of her fluids oozing down her thighs and dripping onto the floor. She couldn't take her eyes off her breasts, but she had to stuff herself full of something.
She dropped to her knees, pulling over the plastic tub of sports equipment. She snatched up a pair of basketballs, which soon disappeared into her cunny.
Clara moaned with delight, their rough, bumpy texture feeling delightful on her inner walls, muscles as strong as those found on the rest of her frame shifting them around inside of her.
She lay back on the floor, pushing a breast upward, taking the thick nipple into her mouth, suckling happily. To her surprise she found a sweet taste in her mouth. Chocolate.
Clara began to drink happily from herself, one hand moving down her body to rub at her clit, which had long since begun to feel funny. She wrapped her fingers around the four inch length and began to stroke.
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Cole continued to lick and caress his growing shaft; it was nearly two feet in length, the proud, bright pink length on level with his chest. He stroked it rapidly with one hand, the other slowly stroking the soft, tight skin of his sack, caressing the softball sized testicle within.
He had begun to lick the flat, broad head, the sweet, fruity taste of his precum spreading over his tongue. It tasted like fruit punch, and it was absolutely delicious. He felt a heat in his cheeks as he blushed. He wanted to stop, to move away, he couldn't bear having someone seeing him like this, all horny and weird.
The very thought of someone seeing him, watching Cole pleasure himself made his arousal rise further. His member throbbed; its pink color darkening to a bright, cheery, cherry red.
"Dude what the fuck?" came the voice of the Cole's fellow locker room patron. "That's gross dude."
Cole turned, seeing a member of the wrestling team, toned, athletic body contained in a skin-tight singlet. His gaze went downward, seeing the boy's plentiful package. Cole whinnied softly as a spike of pleasure shot through him, his mammoth cock firing off an arc of hot, glistening precum.
The wrestler's arms went up, protecting his face instinctively. The sticky goo splattered all over him, seeming to glow softly as it touched his skin. He put his arms down, blinking a few times and looking at the mess on his bare skin. He looked conflicted and slowly brought two fingers to his mouth, his tongue slowly extending, his hand shaking, as if he was trying to stop himself.
Once tongue and fingers met, the sweet fruity taste of Cole's pre spreading over his tongue, all resistance vanished. The ice pack fell from the wrestler's hand and he walked across the room, no longer hampered by the twisted ankle that had caused his early removal from practice.
Cole saw a tent quickly appear in the smooth material of the singlet, a tent that quickly became a tube. The boy sat on the bench, legs spread, wrapping them around Cole's waist. He reached up and stroked Cole's cheek with one hand, the other joining Cole's in the caressing of the thick, equine member.
"Man, you're beautiful..." the wrestler said, his lips meeting Cole's for a kiss. The kiss sent a thrill through Cole's body, and he felt strange. He had liked the kiss, more than liked it. He hadn't ever been interested in other guys before, and didn't particularly want to start now. But he was so horny, and he couldn't stop himself from lustfully returning the kiss.
The two parted as Cole's member surged in length, gaining an additional six inches, now just below their chins. The wrestler grinned and began to lick at the precum covered head. Cole moaned as the boy nibbled on his thick horsecock. Cole felt a weird tingle in his hands, and looked to one of them.
He watched with fascination as his nails turned purple and his fingers began to merge. The transformation began at the bottom join, a faint, translucent membrane of skin appearing between the two at first. The skin thickened and grew, taking on the appearance of normal skin. Then the area between each digit seemed to fill up with new flesh and bone, fusing the two fingers into a single digit, the purple nails covering the last joint. His thumbs grew and thickened, seemingly to compensate and be even with the rest of the hand.
Cole found his newly transformed hand slipping into the wrestler's single, feeling the heat of the bare flesh beneath, heat that grew as his hand journeyed deeper and deeper before finding the hottest point of all and wrapping around it. Cole found himself beginning to stroke the thick shaft.
He couldn't help himself, and he began repeating such in his head. He wasn't gay. He didn't want a fat, succulent cock in his mouth. He didn't want this sexy athletic behind him, proud horsecock plowing into him.
He didn't want any of that.
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Cliff moaned and bucked, bobbing up and down on the free weight that had become his dildo. His cock felt so good as he suckled gleefully on it, the black length coated all the way down with a mix of precum and drool. Cliff couldn't swallow; the sheer girth of his cock made it impossible. He should be suffocating, choking to death on his own shaft, yet somehow he could take it into his mouth and down his throat without difficulty.
His spandex attire made things feel all the better. Somehow the stuff stretched along with his growth, containing a pair of beach ball sized tits and a cock as thick as a 2 liter bottle.
With a soft grunt, Cliff began to pull at his shaft, wanting it out of his mouth. As good as it felt, the act made him feel weird. He didn't want to think about it. He just wanted to revel in the pleasure that his cock and tits gave him.
The shaft left his lips with a loud popping sound, the length of it making it just a hair higher than Cliff's head. How had he gotten it in there, for that matter, how had it gotten out?
No matter, it was able to be stroked now, loved and caressed in ways that made him quiver and moan. He released his plentiful breasts, three fingered hands reaching up and gripping half of his might member's girth. He ran them up and down his blue-black length causing a steady flow of sweet, berry-flavored precum to slowly ooze down his shaft, in easy distance of his eager tongue.
The was a strange, quiet sound, one of a low creaking, then suddenly Cliff's delicious member was plucked from his grasp, falling forward as his spandex top reached its limits, tearing away from his body making breast and cock flesh spring outward like a pale white and glistening navy avalanche.
His member hit the floor, the impact sending a spike of pleasure through Cliff's powerful body. He cried out, feeling testes the same girth as his monstrous breasts tense and then suddenly release their hot, sticky burden.
It was like watching a fire hose, the sheer volume of fluid that rocketed forth from him. The thick, white goo seemed to coat everything, splattering against the walls, the ceiling, and the workout equipment. But Cliff didn't mind. He moaned and rubbed his massive member, coaxing further jets from it, the air filling with the scent of blueberries and vanilla.
As his shaft let loose the last few dribs and drabs of seed, Cliff stood, panting, out of breath from the experience. He moaned softly as he parted ways from the dumbbell. His mind was clearing a bit, and he began to notice his changes for the first time.
Cliff had to crouch a little bit to prevent his head from hitting the eight foot ceiling and his skin had lost its tone, becoming a pale, bone white. Not to mention the fact that he'd suddenly gained a large pair of fleshy beach balls upon his chest, two more between the legs, and a section of cum-spurting railroad tie.
He realized that it all was rather odd, but the oddness didn't particularly matter, it felt good, really, really good and Cliff was obviously bigger and stronger than before, which was what really mattered.
He grinned and went to get a mop to clean up the mess, though the moment he stepped in the thick puddle of seed that coated the floor of most of the workout room, he felt his arousal building once again.
His legs felt oddly warm, and they suddenly gave out under him, sending Cliff sprawling tits first into the mess, which only made the odd warm surge elsewhere in his body. It seemed like every inch of his massive frame ached with need, needing to put his titanic cock into something, needing an equally large something to be put into him.
Looking up from his place on the floor Cliff noticed the clock on the wall and grinned. Clara ought to be done with her bike ride any time now.
He pushed himself up onto new, navy blue hooves, flicking his elongated ears in the low breeze of the air conditioner as he headed through the house to the back door, taking great care not to knock anything over with his jumbo shaft.
Cliff moaned softly as his thighs rubbed together, a strange new ache coming from behind his balls; an ache that leaked thick precum down his thighs, dripping onto the floor in light blue droplets.
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Cole felt his mouth begin to water again; he wanted to suckle on his lover's sweet shaft. His own lust forgotten, Cole began to tug down the straps of the boy's singlet. The wrestler lay back on the bench, sighing softly and thrusting into Cole's grip. They paid no attention to the sounds of ripping cloth as his still-growing body proved too much for his briefs to contain.
He kissed the boy's shoulder as he tugged the second strap of the singlet down, peppering the smooth, tanned skin with gentle kisses as he followed the strap downward, moving to the inside of the arm, then onto the bare chest, and further downward as he slowly coaxed the singlet downward.
Cole's own mighty member was getting in the way. As much as he hated to, he gently coaxed his lover's legs away from around his waist. Cole stood, absently pulling the pieces of shredded cloth and elastic away from his body. His shoes had begun to feel a bit tight as well, and as he knelt, he tugged them off and tossed them aside.
But try as he might, no matter how he maneuvered, his member got in the way of his attempts to suck off his companion. He licked his lips and looked pleadingly at the boy, Cole's body shaking with hungry need. He didn't want to do it, but he had to; had to drink up the sweet seed of the sexy, gorgeous, pointy-eared teen before him. He needed that cock inside him, one way or the other.
Cole bit his tongue, trying to ignore the urges, trying to fight them off, but failing miserably. He felt a soft tickle on his shoulders and back, but the hunger was too much for him. There was an emptiness within him, an aching emptiness that could only be filled with what the wrestler had to offer.
His formally short hair now flowing down his shoulders in a shimmering, multicolored mane, Cole felt himself dropping to all fours at the end of the bench, moving into the doorway between the common and team locker rooms, the only place that felt wide enough for his expanded frame with room for the boy to mount him, as well as space for his prodigious cock ahead of him.
Cole raises his rump into the air and looked back, "Fill me, please?" he whimpered.
The boy nodded, his own three fingered hand stroking his pale pink member, now a foot long and beginning to flatten at the top, to bulge in the middle with a medial ring, and to warp and shift at the base into a sheath.
The soft, wet sound of the semi-equine member sliding into Cole was accompanied by a series of soft pops and cracks as Cole's legs altered, taking on a form more fitting for an equine. His nails began to grow, seeming to devour his toes, then most of the foot in a few moments, leaving behind a gleaming, perfect, purple hoof that shimmered as if it had been polished.
But Cole paid this no attention, he cried out with pleasure and relief as he finally felt that hot, sweet meat inside of him. He pushed back against his sadly smaller partner, delighting in the soft smacking sounds the boy's grapefruit sized balls made against his body as he thrust in rapidly.
With each hot jet of pre from the youth, Cole felt his hunger fading as his body continued to change. His skin began to take on a pink color, as if with a full body blush; a blush that would never go away.
Cole cried out as his lover gripped something new, just above the pink horseboy's rump, his tail, thin and pink along the length, but fanning out at the end into a soft bloom of multicolored hair.
The horseboy whimpered as his tail was tugged harder with each thrust, it made him feel so ashamed at his lack of control. Here he was in the middle of the school day, on all fours in the locker room, his ass being filled and his cock jutting proudly away from his body with massive arousal, a huge puddle of precum beginning to form on the floor.
Cole half-opened his eyes, looking down at the berry-red pole of flesh in front of his face and the thick puddle of goo that had come from it in the few moment that he had been here. If he was leaking this badly from just pre, what was it going to be like when he finally came?
His balls were huge, nearly as big around as his backpack. Just how much was he going to let loose with? He was going to make such a mess. Such a naughty pony, making such a big, sticky, gooey, sweet...
All coherent though left Cole's mind as his body seemed to light up with sweet bliss. The bones of his face popped, forming a short, cute muzzle that opened to let out a soft, shy gasp of shamed pleasure.
The horseboy felt like his cock had become a fire hose, spraying what had to be gallons of cum over the locker room, impacting the walls, floors, and ceiling and splattering messily, coating everything in fruit punch-flavored stickiness.
At that moment, Cole heard the door open, the wrestling team's practice over, the team returning to the lockers to shower and clean up before the next class started.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck..." whispered Cole in panic, "They're going to see us! They're going to see us fucking!"
"Oh... oh god..." moaned the wrestler, slamming a final time into Cole's rump.
The pink horseboy's protests faded as a strange, pleasant sensation filled him as his body began to instinctively milk his lover's cock for all it was worth.
"What is this crap?" one voice said.
"Yuck, it's... warm!" said another.
"And it... tastes good." Said yet another.
"Mmm... I think you'll taste good." Added a fourth, before appending, "Wait, what the fuck did I just say?" onto that.
"Whatever it is, it's making me so fucking horny right now..." added a fifth.
A half dozen boys stood at the far side of the locker room, watching Cole and his lover.
"Fuck, man, look at the size of that cock! I want to suck it soooo bad... NO! NO I DON'T!"
"That's fucking gross, it's a horse cock, just look at it!"
"Yeah, don't you just want to lick it clean?"
"I... I want to lick you clean."
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Clara's attention to her breasts, and the sweet chocolate contained within, had quickly faded as the pulsing, pounding, throbbing need of her new member began to overtake her. She wrapped both hands around it, the two thick fingers and thumb on each giving her a strong, powerful grip on the glistening black shaft.
The tantalizing scent of chocolate filled the shed as shaft and slit alike gushed with aroused need. The shed also seemed to be increasingly less comfortable, more constrictive to her movements, the air rapidly growing hot and humid.
Her hands weren't enough, she needed to cram her two foot length into something, something hot, something wet, something dripping with need. Cliff. Cliff would be done with his workout now, and for the last few days his libido had been incredible. The two had taken to making love in bed until just before Cole came home from school.
Even if it wouldn't fit in her hubby, Cliff could at least make himself useful by pressing his hot, sweaty body against it, rubbing it against his flesh and Clara's own. While it wouldn't be as nice as a pussy, it would do.
Clara licked her lips and pushed open the shed doors, stepping out into the backyard, her hooves making loud clomping sounds on the sidewalk as she moved. She took each step with a purpose, hard, solid hooves propelled by massive muscles. A few cracks appeared in the concrete tiles that had not been there before.
She just about tore the backdoor off its hinges as she entered, her milk chocolate brown body glimmering with the sweat of exertion and lust. She had to crouch forward as she walked, the house's ceiling a bit too low for comfort.
The smell of sweet berries and cream filled her nostrils, making her mouth water, making her cock throb with delight. She met the source of the sweet scent in the dining room, her husband coming back to greet her.
Clara grinned at the sight of Cliff's altered body. It matched her own, big, powerful, voluptuous, and wonderfully equine. The two hyper herms met one another in a clash of bodies that shook the house as they embraced one another.
Heavy breasts mashed together, leaking thick, sweet milk down their bodies, their lips met, tongue jousting hungrily as each tasted the sweet saliva of the other. Equine shafts met, slick heat rubbing against slick heat.
Jaw popped, pressing forward into muzzles, teeth becoming large and square. Hair lengthened into thick manes, hers black, his a deep blue, long, elegant tails continuing the length of hair, nearing the ground.
Stripes appeared on their skin, pale white hands tracing over mocha skin and white markings, chocolate caressing vanilla and navy blue.
Their new muzzles parted, husband and wife looking into the others' eyes.
"I need to be inside you." "I need you inside of me." They said at once.
Cliff was shoved onto the dining room table, which shattered under his weight, he cried out as his aching new femsex was gleefully filled by his wife's shaft, just as large as his own.
Three fingered hands groped plentiful breasts, equine lips meeting sensitive nipple, drawing out the sweet nourishment the other craved.
The changes ceased, desire stopped aching so terribly, but yet the two continued, enjoying their new bodies, the new ways they could show love for one another.
They had time, their son wouldn't be home for a few hours yet, and once he'd drunk his dinner, he could join them, no doubt.
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Cole moaned softly as a pair of ruby lips parted ways with his cock, he panted, out of breathe as his body ached from all the exertion that his sexual encounters had given him.
The school's PA system gave off the one-two tone that signaled the start of the next hour of classes, classes that Cole and several other students were going to miss. He reached up with his purple tipped, three fingered hands, gripping the blonde mane of the cheerleader that had been pleasuring him for the past few minutes.
He smiled as he stared into her eyes, made larger by her glasses. Her face had only grown more beautiful with the addition of the short muzzle. He brought his lips to hers, his tongue clearing traces of his seed from her lips.
He sighed sadly as she pulled her shaft from his rump, his pink body missing its presence already. She grinned at him and gave one of Cole's small breasts a grope.
The last hour had been a blur, a fuzzy period filled with lust as the wrestling team had explored his increasingly equine body and him their's. He looked around at the two dozen or so horse herms that occupied the locker room, half of them with satisfyingly large cocks, the other half with heavy, milk filled breasts.
It made him grin to think that the former feature belonged to all the cheerleaders, and the latter to the wrestlers. Each had an asset that the others lacked, and craved. All the others had gained a new addition between their legs, and though he had smallish breasts, Cole had remained entirely male in that area.
And while the rest of them had short muzzles, tails, three fingers, and two toed feet, they lacked Cole's size, muscle tone, and above all the exceptionally equine frame he possessed. They wanted the long ears, the hooves, and the beautiful rainbow mane and markings he possessed on his pink skinned body.
He grinned and looked over the markings on his arms, white, brown, red, blue, and yellow. Gorgeous zebra stripes, the thought made him blink, and then grin. The colors matched up, and the name...
Cole wondered why he hadn't made the connection earlier. "I know where we need to go." He said with a big smile, wanting to grant his herd the completion of form they all desired, "But we're going to need a way to drive us all there."
One of the wrestlers grinned, "I've got the horse trailed on the back of my pickup. I'm supposed to get my mom's favorite mare from the vet's. If y'all don't mind riding in it, that'll work."
All the herd nodded their consent and they began to dress themselves as best they could.
"Boy, aren't mom and dad going to be surprised." Cole said to himself.
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"In what is the largest known outbreak of the Tate-Fairchild Virus, the entire community of Summer Oaks, California has been quarantined. The outbreak of the disfiguring ailment apparently having started at the town high school sometime this morning."
"The towns of Elk River, Littlebrook, and Blue Valley have been evacuated due to fears that the virus could have gotten into the water. The CDC has extended its standing order to consume only bottled water, to avoid swimming in lakes and rivers, and to avoid fresh dairy products."
"In other news the continuing escalation of Big Foot sightings has increased again today, up five from yesterday for a total of thirty three calls to the station today reporting seeing a large, furred biped of about eight feet in height. Accounts are conflicting as to the coloration and gender of the beast." |
New Found Faerie
Hope hummed loudly as she slipped into her favorite study cubicle in the basement of the old town library. It was just about her favorite place in the whole wide world. True it was cramped, prone to being far too warm when the light was on and the door shut, plus absolutely chilling in the winter months. But truth be told, it wasn't as much the place itself as the fact that it was a gateway to other things.
She closed the door behind her, wedging one of the two small and uncomfortable chairs beneath the knob. She stood on the other one, using it to climb up onto the table that took up almost half the space inside. She pushed one of the ceiling tiles aside, poking her head up into the gap. She felt for the familiar wingnuts that held a vent on one of the air ducts. They spun off with practiced ease, allowing Hope to move the grating aside and reach in for her real prizes. They were her anchors, her grounds in reality; it was so difficult to do anything without them. She kept items hidden, since no one would understand.
Her parents had staunchly refused to let her get her ears pierced. Despoiling of the body, they said, filled a girl with sinful pride and the devil's temptation. Their precious Hope was not going to be going around with heretical studs in her ears like all the wicked sinful girls. A shiver went through Hope's body as she remembered the whacks with the ruler that she'd gotten for saying that some of her classmates at St. Katrine's had them. For lying, her parents had said. After all, St. Katrine's was the most wonderful, devout, properly Christian school in all of England, according to her parents. There certainly would not be any girls there whose good Christian parents would allow them to so brazenly and openly declare themselves as Whores of Babylon.
You could hear the capitals in her mother's voice when she said it. They had made things quite perfectly clear that Hope was not to get her ears pierced. Hope had then been made to memorize that chapter of the bible where it said something along those lines. She couldn't remember it now; she could seldom remember anything she studied for more than a few days at a time. At least when she was using the methods her parents approved of.
Hope removed the portable CD player and headphones from the vent. She let out a contented sigh as the large pads of the headphones covered her ears, muting the sounds of the heating and ventilation system that shared a wall with her study cubicle. Her humming stopped as the music began, classical, instrumental, no words to get in the way. Words gave her trouble, it took her time to take the words and have them make sense. It was easier to take the words on a page, translate them into pictures, and then memorize the pictures. She could do several things at once; it was very hard to focus on a single task. So she would read a page or two from one subject and then do the same for another as she drew out her notes for the first subject. Hope was thankful that she was allowed to live away from home, out from under her parents' fumbling methods of trying to cram knowledge into her head. Of course she only lived across town, and was only a half hour's bike ride away from her parents, who expected her to stay over every Saturday and attend Sunday services.
Her roommate was a cousin who was having her own tuition paid for by spying on Hope whenever she could. Hope didn't like her at all; bossy, loud, made a mess of the place, and virtually demanded that Hope cook her meals, do her laundry, and pay just about all of the bills from the small stipend that her parents sent. Hope was rather sure she only paid her half of the rent so that her name couldn't be taken off the lease and Hope throwing her out on her ass. Though she couldn't do that. Her parents wouldn't approve at all. Not like they approved of much of anything.
With Mozart filling her ears, Hope could think a bit more clearly, less distracted from things than she usually was. She had long since learned what helped her to focus and concentrate, though she kept it to herself since she knew that her parents would not approve.
Clipping the CD player onto her belt, she reached up into the vent once more, removing other items that helped her concentrate. Despite their small size, they were kind of heavy, and made Hope smile to herself as she slipped her hands beneath her shirt, unclasping her bra. She let out a soft moan as the cold metal of the heavy gauge nipple rings met her flesh.
Her parents had expressly forbidden ear piercing. It was a way for a slattern girl to display her eagerness to be a brazen harlot. Such wicked things filled the body with lust, her parents said. And it was quite true, they did. But they also helped to control what was already there. Without the comforting weight and gentle, ever-present tug on her nipples Hope found that her mind would often wander to sexual matters, even when she should be paying attention in class.
She tossed her bra up into the vent, preferring to go without. Another brazen harlot thing, but one that once more actually took her mind further off sex. She didn't like having things tight against her body. She preferred things short. Short sleeves, short skirts, short socks. But of course such clothing wasn't allowed. So Hope made sure to keep such things in a safe place. Safer than the vent in the library cubical.
Once she actually got focused upon a task, she was actually somewhat good with staying at it to completion. If she set her mind to studying, and if she was allowed to study her way, it got done rather quickly and she remembered the information. She didn't keep her doodled notes; she could always bring to mind the pictures once she'd drawn them. She could even remember notes from years before. Not at all like the forced regurgitation of words that her parents had forced her to utilize to terrible effect. She'd always done as they said, spending hours every day doing the futile memorization of the texts, but she would always spend her lunch hour, when she could, hidden in a quiet place, making her picture notes so that she could actually get acceptable grades. That pleased her parents. Hope had become quite adept with dealing with her parents' strange, illogical, and forceful ideas on how things ought to be done. As long as she did what was proper in front of them and in front of other people it didn't really matter how things got done behind closed doors as long as they got done.
With all her proper items in place, Hope could now go out into the world and function almost normally; though she wasn't going to go anywhere public. Not with her nipple rings plain to see beneath her shirt. The chair under the doorknob was to prevent anyone from coming in while Hope was out and occupying herself, making it impossible for Hope to access the things she left behind. She'd leave her backpack and school books in the cubby as well, she didn't need them this afternoon. The only people that would come looking for her would be the librarian or her cousin. The librarian knew it took awhile for Hope to get focused on her studying, and that she would be off in her own little world and not hear a thing she was saying. She wouldn't bother to start knocking on occupied cubicles looking for Hope. Nor would her cousin, what with so many to look for, she'd check all of one row on one side of one floor before giving up and spending her 'precious' time elsewhere. Charity wasn't all that bright, and could have the location she searched easily coaxed out of her and then Hope could tell her that she was somewhere else that wasn't so noisy.
Hope had gotten a great deal of practice in hiding things from Charity. It was to the point where her parents had discussed letting Hope go off on her own without a tattletale cousin, since it was quite obvious that their perfect and virtuous little girl wasn't harboring any terrible sins or vices. By that, of course, they meant sex.
Everything seemingly came back to sex. Wearing brightly colored clothes, getting your ears pierced, wearing your hair in improper styles, or paying too much attention to it. Listening to rock music or rap music or pop music, watching television, using a computer, reading the wrong sorts of books. All of it would fill a young girl's mind with thoughts of lust and sex and desire and she'd go out and spread her legs for some boy eager to take advantage of her before marriage. Then nine months later out would pop a sinful bastard child.
That was her mother's favored talking point. Knocked up, pregnant out of wedlock, and being a single mother. She ranted and raved about her sister and her sinful godless lifestyle, raising two children and having a job. The nerve! A job!
Of course Hope's mother was polite to a fault every Easter, when their extended family got together for dinner at the same sister's rather large and elegant house. Purchased with the wages of sin, rambled Hope's mother the moment they got in the car and started home.
Sex was something that happened between a married man and his wife, and only then when they wanted to have children. Masturbation was something that had been outright forbidden; it said so in the Bible. Hope remembered the pictures in her mind from that bit, and they didn't tell her what her mother told her the words in the book meant. It confused Hope greatly. After all, her parents seldom read anything aside from that one book, and as far as Hope could tell, they were getting a great deal of it wrong.
The image of God/Jesus (They're the same thing, her parents said) that Hope had gotten was of a grouchy, grumpy, bitter old man sitting up on a rocking chair in the clouds and punished people for doing anything bright or lively or fun. He'd toss out an earthquake or a tornado or a hurricane onto lots of people for 'living in sin,' or coax a wicked woman who wore slattern clothes into the clutches of a not too nice man so she could be "Shown Her Place" as Mother said, the caps once again evident in her voice. And of course not being married, she'd end up pregnant as a punishment.
From what her parents said, it seemed the devil made good things happen to people, while God tossed out punishments and made bad situations to "Test Our Faith." As best she could tell, God bullied and picked on people so that they would make pretty buildings for him, sings songs to or about him, and just in general tell him how wonderful he was. To Hope that god didn't seem at all like someone that ought to be worshipped and loved. Especially not loved more than anything else in all the world. It seemed silly to Hope to put all that effort into loving someone who did nothing but send bad things your way.
After all, her parents treated her just like their image of God treated all of humanity. Hope had a small sort of gratitude, "Hey, thanks for mixing your genes and making me and stuff," but aside from that Hope was rather sure that she would have been better off with just about anyone else as parents. Of course as long as she was unable to support herself, she would have to do what they said. She wouldn't be able to pay her way until she graduated. Thankfully, it was only another three years, two if she took summer classes again, until she had her degree and could go out and get a proper job ("And find a husband" her mother would add).
Hope let out a snort as she stepped over to the small window letting in feeble grey light in. This was why she enjoyed the study cubicle so much. It allowed her to easily sneak out and slip into the thick woods behind the library. Out in the woods was where the real fun began. She pushed the ivy out of the way and darted out into the cloudy, overcast afternoon. It was Friday, and she had a whole day ahead of her for fun.
She went out to have fun as often as she could, the more she did it, the easier it was to think, to concentrate, and to focus on her school work. Life would be so much easier if she could do it in her little apartment rather than out in the woods. But with her cousin so eager to spy on her... as nice as it would be, it wasn't at all feasible.
Hope had been doing this for quite some time now, and she was rather sure it made her mother a liar. She had masturbated time and time again, for years upon years now, and Hope still had the same interest in boys she'd always had. Absolutely zero. The same for girls. She preferred to tend to her own pleasures, and she wasn't sure how having another person involved would make things any better. And after the first time she'd taken biology class, Hope had learned that her self-pleasuring would not result in any sort of pregnancy, which was of course the punishment for pre-marital sex. Unless you were a lesbian of course, then you'd burn in fire and flames forever due to your falling in with the devil and rejecting "God's Plan"; which was apparently to make babies.
Her parents had lied about masturbation leading to a need to have unprotected sex with essentially any member of the male population that happened by. So Hope was quite sure they were wrong about a great deal of other things. She'd find out eventually. But for now she was content to outwardly play by their rules, and have her secret moments of rebellion. As she rounded a corner on the path she slipped silently between two tree trunks that grew close together. She paused there for a moment, slipping off her headphones; remaining hidden for a few moments, just to make sure that no one was following her, or headed down the path. The trail behind the library was a shorter one, not particularly popular with bike riders or joggers. Mostly it was kept in good shape because one branch of it led to the old spring that used to be the town's water supply. Hope's secret place wasn't far from the spring, but with the thick woods and overgrowth it was just about impossible to get between the two. She'd found it ages ago when she'd been out in the woods walking and thinking. She hadn't discovered her ways to focus back then, and took walks in the forest when she was feeling overloaded and flustered. Not having people around always soothed her. You knew what to expect from plants and animals. People could be so weird and random.
After a few minutes to make sure she was alone, Hope continued along her way. It was a few minutes until she found her place, an unremarkable hilltop. Her secret place could be found between three large, flowering bushes that towered over her. Hope easily pushed through the branches, seeking out the hidden staircase at their middle. At the bottom she reached into a hole in the wall, removing a small candle and some matches. She kept the larger ones further in.
She wasn't sure what exactly the place was, but it was made of well-smoothed stone blocks. A long hallway lead to another staircase, spiraling down into the ground. Though the upper portion was filled with leaf litter, the spiral stairs and beyond were free of it. The whole place was also oddly dry, without a single sign of water damage. But it had not been used for ages. There was an ancient wooden door at the bottom of the stairway, the antique latch not rusted in the slightest, and it allowed easy entrance to the rounded chamber within.
Hope let out a contented sigh as she swung the door closed behind her. She held the wick of a larger candle in the flame of the smaller one, allowing better illumination of the room. It had been totally empty when she'd found it, and Hope couldn't think what it could've possibly been used for. The entry door was situated between two things carved out of the rock that were rather like large stairs, almost like big stone bleachers. It looked kind of like the Coliseum in Rome, but there wasn't any sort of pit in the middle, and the walls were more like shelving units cut out of the solid rock.
Perhaps it had been a trophy room of some sort? The stone bleachers went up to the flat ceiling. There weren't any engravings anywhere, just smooth stone. Hope gave the room little thought these days; whatever its function had been, it now served as her pleasure palace. The only item she'd found in the place had been a massive mirror against on one of the walls. Hope had polished it up and absolutely adored it. She had most of her fun on an inflatable air mattress she'd brought in. She could, and often did, watch herself for hours as she indulged all her fantasies.
Oh certainly her parents would have beaten her bloody if they'd known all the strange things their daughter imagined happening to her. She'd be lectured to no end about lusting and committing adultery in one's heart and so on and so forth. But no one knew about it, Hope wasn't going to get knocked up by doing it, and as long as it didn't hurt anyone it didn't matter.
Hope lit the large candles on either side of the mirror, further brightening the room and allowing her to see her reflection.
"Hello, beautiful," she said softly, reaching out with a hand to touch the mirror. She supposed she could see why her parents were so worried. If the magazines she saw on occasion were anything to go by, Hope was absolutely gorgeous. Her hair was a perfect shade of natural blonde, her skin light and unblemished, her figure quite generous. She had a somewhat lithe build, but she had been blessed with a large bust and generous hips and rump. Her frame seemed ill suited to sport such a large chest, her proportions making Hope's breasts look even larger. Her hair was longish, not long enough to put into a braid or a tail, but long enough to not be mannish or butch lesbian-like in appearance.
Truth be told Hope thought her waist could be a bit narrower, her hips broader, her upper body more in proportion, and her face... well... despite her obvious curves, Hope felt that her face still looked a bit childish. Her brown eyes were too big, made even worse by her overly large glasses. In her school uniform she felt she looked like a child with a grown woman's body. But still, she thought herself lucky to be as beautifully built as she was.
Her plain white shirt was tighter than her parents would have liked, but it was rather difficult to find clothes that fit Hope properly. She was short and narrow shouldered, yet very busty. In order to not be baggy or expose her midriff, the shirt had to essentially cling to her breasts and hang down. Hope bought bras that would hide her nipple piercings when she wore them in school, but without one, as she was now, the heavy gauge rings were glaringly obvious.
Hope grinned at her reflection, cupping her breasts, giving the rings a firm tug through the fabric of her shirt. Her body was well trained, though her loins had been aching all afternoon her sex only began to grow damp the moment she removed her panties, shortly followed by her skirt and shoes. She'd purchased her clothes and toys through mail order, sent to a box she'd rented in an out of the way location across town, paying for them with money orders. She'd been saving money for quite some time, as she often skipped meals. She admired her nearly nude form in the mirror for a moment before grabbing her favorite skirt and boots from a shelf. They were shocking hot pink leather. A triple whammy of being too sexy, too brightly colored and not an approved material. She looked every inch the slattern whore, but she didn't care. This outfit was not for the eyes of anyone but herself. She looked wonderful in it, and felt even better wearing it.
The t-shirt was kept on, but she strapped on something else underneath. A makeshift prosthetic, but one that was rather effective at its task. Perhaps it was her mother's insistence that pregnancy outside of marriage was what happened to naughty little whores, but the combination of a big rounded belly and sexy clothes just flipped a switch in Hope that just made her burn right up in lust.
She added some makeup to the mix, another forbidden thing. Deep purple lipstick and eye shadow, some mascara. Hope wished that there was a quick and reversible way to dye her hair, if there was she'd have done that as well. She looked so sexy dressed up like this, the very embodiment of what she was told never to become. She slipped a finger through her clitoral ring and began to slowly finger herself as her eyes wandered the shelves, admiring her toys. Some purchased through the mail, some makeshift playthings from easily obtainable and innocent items.
Hmm... what sort of fantasy to play out today?
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Hope basked in the afterglow of several hours' work of wonderful self pleasure; the comforting weight upon her belly, the gentle tug of the specially shaped strap-on dildo within her sex, the ache of her jaw from deep throating another one of her toys. Not to mention the uncounted peaks of pleasure she had experienced. She let out a sigh, not wanting it all to end. But she had to be home at a reasonable hour. Though she didn't expect Charity to actually notice anything until the next morning. So she could possibly stay for awhile longer. But... it was better to not risk things. After all, the library had been closed for perhaps thirty minutes by now, and if her parents had called and left a message...
A soft moan escaped Hope's lips as she slid the sex toy from her loins. It was perhaps one of her favorites, giving the look and a bit of the feel of being a male. She loved it since it allowed her to essentially pleasure herself by jerking off. Hope smiled at the mental image. It wasn't that she wanted to imagine being a boy, she loved her curves too much for that, but rather she loved pretending to be something in between. Kind of like a hyena.
She couldn't help but blush at the thought, feeling her arousal begin to burn once again, but she ignored it as she began to gather her toys to wash off. The toy she'd been licking and sucking all evening was not one that had a human shape to it. Hope wondered what it would be like to be mated by an animal, though not something that was fully an animal. Her fantasy had been being taken by something like a wingless dragon, a creature of myth. Something that wasn't quite male and wasn't quite female, something bestial, animalistic, and rough during mating, but also quite kind. She'd imagined herself mated time and time again, filled with seed, swelling with its eggs, each clutch making her more and more one of them.
Hope groaned and reluctantly pulled her fingers away from her clitoral ring, which she had been absently toying with. She stood and began the task of washing herself and her toys when a muted rumble could be heard, the ground around her shaking just a little bit. She scrambled for her CD player, putting the headphones on and turning it to the radio setting as she walked up the steps.
"..ceptionally intense thunderstorm, seemingly out of nowhere," the radio said, "Torrential rains and high winds, along with a tornado watch in effect for the..." the signal went to static as a flash of light illuminated the hallway before Hope, shortly followed by a massive clap of thunder.
"...area until 4 o'clock tomorrow morning," the radio continued. Hope winced at that. She wasn't going to brave terrible rains, lightning, and tornados just to slink into the apartment. Charity would probably be stuck wherever she was, and likely wouldn't be home until the following afternoon.
Hope grinned as she reached the stairs leading upward, realizing that with the storm keeping her cousin at one of the usual friends' places that she'd often visit, she could spend the entire night in her lovely little hide away. The very idea made her loins ache with a hungry lust. She began to play with herself once again as she peered out into the storm. Beneath the trees that surrounded the entryway it was nearly pitch black, illuminated only by flashes of light. Winds howled, whipping the foliage into a frenzy. Hope could hear the pounding downpour of the rains, but not a drop seemed to fall where the stones of the unknown structure were. Nor did the wind seem to reach the place, in fact it felt rather warm, warmer than the room below.
Hope knelt at the top of the stairs, looking up at the flicking lightning in the sky. The storm was so powerful, so intense, and here she was standing in the middle of it completely untouched. Primeval energy swirled around her and Hope found its power arousing. She bucked and thrust against one hand, the other tightly gripping a breast. The movements of her fingers within herself were faster than she usually went, she normally took things slow, wanting to draw out her pleasure and not tire herself. But as lightning coursed through the sky Hope seemed energized, her pace increasing even more. She let a loud cry of delight, seeking to drown out the thunder with her own sound. Her gaze was fixed upward, admiring the flickers and flashes that she could see through the canopy of leaves above her.
Her gaze fixed firmly upon the sky, Hope found her mind wandering from thoughts of the storm, and instead turning inward. Her body tingled, almost as if the electricity in the sky was caressing her gently; nature embracing her as a lover. Her mind flashed though her many fantasies, her many lusts, her desires, her dreams, her deepest longings. Nature, it seemed, welcomed and accepted her as its own.
Hope closed her eyes, imagining and embrace from an invisible lover, invisible fingers stroking her flesh. Small glowing tendrils of energy rose from the stones beneath her, following, or perhaps causing, the imagined caresses. Whatever they touch changed, most of the time subtly, but as the time went on the alterations became more and more dramatic.
Hope's scalp tickled, her blonde hair gaining a few inches in length, darkening rapidly the closer to the roots it was. In a few moments her hair was a deep lavender, the tips the same hot shocking pink as the skirt and boots she wore. It was almost metallic, and it glittered in the soft glow of the magical power that infused her. The same purple shade appeared upon her lips and her nails. If her eyes were open and a mirror placed before her, Hope would have seen that they too were now purple.
The tendrils caressed her sides, seeming to cup both her hips and bust at the same time. Hope let out a delighted moan, slipping her shirt off and casting it aside. She wouldn't be needing it any longer. Though she had been generously gifted with her figure, she had always craved more. Not merely content to imagine herself as she was, in her fantasies she was always greater endowed, better proportioned. Her hand went from her loins to her chest where it joined the other, cupping her plentiful bust, thumbs circling over violet nipples, the strange energy arcing between her chest and her fingertips. Hope imagined them growing, swelling, expanding to further overflow her cupped hands. So big, so wonderful, so sensitive.
Hope pressed her hands hard against her expanded bust, almost overwhelmed by the sensation. She let out a howl of bliss as she climaxed merely from the self-caress to her breasts and from the phantom touches to her middle and rear. They too had altered, her waist narrowing, her already plentiful hips and rump growing out even further. With her eyes still closed she did not see that gush of fluids that pooled beneath her. They made the stone beneath her glow, and from that glow came more tendrils of power.
The tendrils, new and old, grew brighter, taking on a pink shade as they caressed Hope's arms, legs, and back. Her hips bucked gently as she was filled with intense, full-body pleasure the likes of which she had never known before. She tugged on her heavy gauge nipple rings as the tendrils worked over her bared skin.
Hope was a tiny person, girlish in size if not in figure. She preferred to stay out of sight and at times found herself wishing she was smaller still. But despite her small size, her mind and heart were well-armored. Despite all that had been dumped on her, Hope never let the world harm her. The energy tickled and caressed her flesh, wherever it touched the skin grew pinker, until after a few moments it was Hope's favorite shade of hot pink. The tiny hairs upon her skin vanished as the flesh beneath them grew sleek, shiny, and smooth. Hope shivered as the sensation from her skin grew incredibly powerful for a few moments before it began to harden and thicken. Armored plates appeared upon her shoulders and hips, covering the outside of her legs and her arms. She barely noticed as her nails elongated, becoming sharp, chitinous points.
The tendrils of power grew thicker, focusing upon Hope's back and chest. She cried out as the energy surged into her, deeper than before. Where it had been merely altering before, now it was creating anew. She was forced to take one hand from a breast and place it upon the ground to keep her balance as she thrust hard against the invisible presence stimulating her. Once more an incredible amount of climactic essence flooded froth from her loins. The stones beneath her seemed to drink it up like they were parched desert sands. The glow spread once more, creating more tendrils of energy to caress and alter the girl at the focal point.
Hope knew now that something strange was going on, but she made no effort to stop it. This was what she had always been searching for, the sweet pleasure her body had always craved, but had never been able to achieve on its own. Her powerful, incredible, almost tireless libido had been thrust upon her with the intent of bringing her to this place, for this moment.
New muscles grew within her chest, making her large breasts appear even moreso. The pink chitin upon her back grew outward, grew thicker, grew round. Small lines appeared upon Hope's gleaming pink shell, the casing parting, allowing her new beetle-like wings to buzz in the open air. Hope panted and gasped, the incredible power continuing to surge through her. Her wing case closed upon its completion, the tendrils of energy focusing upon her head. Hope quivered as something pushed free of her scalp. She couldn't seen the growing additions, but she could feel them, could sense them. To go with her insectoid shell, she now sported a pair of antennae. They grew longer and longer with each moment, their hard tips brushing against the ground behind her. She couldn't see them, but she knew that they sported alternating bands of pink and purple. She found herself wanting a bit more, and then suddenly the straight, chitinous forms seemed to blossom almost like a plant, strands of filament growing from them, each with the same alternating pattern.
Hope was nearly overwhelmed by the new world of sensation that she found, her sense of smell heightened, a general feeling filling her like having a faint sensation of touch extending perhaps a dozen yards from her body. She could sense a handful of animals in the trees around her, all of them seeming to watch her, waiting for something. But most of all what she could sense was the powerful ruin beneath her; a strange sorcerous power that had long lay dormant, waiting for a time such as this, for a new master to bestow its gifts upon. It was a temple of love, of lust, of fertility, and of sensation; looking for a new priestess. There was no choice involved. Hope was meant for this. She could refuse the role as much as she could will herself to stop breathing.
Her antennae curled around one another, the filaments entwining, forming something rather like a braid. The sensation was delicious, but the sense that filled Hope was her sense of smell. Her scent had been changing, becoming less human, more bestial, but above all she smelled of sweet flowers and of sex. She wanted to fuck and fuck and fuck and never stop. She wanted to experience everything she could, explore every single sweet sensation she could wring from her beautiful body.
The energy from the stones beneath her became unfocused, flowing up every portion of her body in contact with them, flowing into Hope's midsection for a few moments before they gained focus again.
There were no more tendrils, but rather a single massive column of energy that poured right into Hope's loins. She cried out, arching her back, the energy pushing her off the ground, making her hover into the air. Her sex felt like it had caught fire. One hand pumped chitinous fingers in and out of her drooling sex while the other frantically toyed with the thick ring piercing her clit, which was where the changes began again. The little nub quickly grew, Expanded, thickened, in a few moment it was thicker than Hope's thumb. The flesh around it began to shift and alter around the changing organ. In under a minute Hope had a length of several inches that she could wrap her hand around. It wasn't a cock, not quite. It was very much like what she had imagined earlier; a hyena-like psuedopenis. But it wasn't entirely that, it was far more complex, far more different, something completely and utterly unique to Hope.
While one hand stroked her new quasi-shaft, the other slipped through the ring on the head of Hope's new cock, and bent back, slipping into the opening on the end. The organ was wonderfully flexible, expandable. Even as it continued to grow, Hope could flex muscles within it, to make it grow wider, or make it grow thinner, make it extend, or make it retract. So wonderful, so useful, so good to caress. It was strangely shaped, almost segmented, with rounded cylindrical segments each with their own set of muscles, allowing Hope to control each portion individually. She could alter the length greatly, making it heavy, thick, opened wide, meant for taking a cock. Or she could fully extend it and make the segments retract, pistoning her shaft inside someone without pulling out.
Hope licked her lips as she saw the base of her new member swell into a thick knot. She wanted to stuff her length into somebody so badly, to feel that knot pop into her lover, assuring that the two would be making love for as long as she desired. Long, thick, purple, glistening with her plentiful juices. It was a dream come true for Hope, a living sex toy attached to her body that could provide so many different wonderful pleasures.
Her transformation nearly complete, the energy of the stones erupted from her, and with it driving Hope to near insanity with the sheer bliss of climax. The energy poured out of her with each muscular movement of her new phallus, thick glowing goo erupting from her, splattering on the ground.
It was subtle at first, but after a dozen climaxes and jets of glowing goop, Hope found herself growing smaller with each new jet of quasi-seed that splattered on the ground. The stones no longer drew in her fluids, instead the glowing liquid began to spread out evenly upon the stones, adding its own purple radiance to the pink that was there, its heavenly sweet scent filling the air.
Hope didn't mind, nor did she care, not even as her skirt fell to the ground, her body too small to keep it on, nor when her boots fell off. She no longer needed clothes; she wasn't part of the human world anymore. She was a part of the woods, the wilderness, a driving force of nature. She would be as big or as small, as well endowed as she would need to be for her lovers.
As the last of her climaxes finished, Hope let out a contented sigh, her back resting against one of her boots, now much bigger than herself. She had no idea how tall or small she was, somewhere between several inches and a foot in height. Her body tingled with new power that was her own, markings upon her carapace glimmering faintly with each new flash of lightning. For the first time in her life she felt satisfied. Truly sexually satisfied. She lay back against her boot, enjoying the warmth of her cum, the massive puddle upon the stones coming up past her tiny waist as she sat flat upon the ground. Hope drew her psuedocock all the way into her body, only the head visible where her clit used to be. She sat in a pleasant daze, for the first time in her life not overwhelmed by one sort of sensation or another, without obligation and need pressing into her from all sides. It was only a quiet, wet sound that made her open an eye.
It seemed that the intense, sexual scent of the cum had drawn a bit of a crowd. A few animals had gathered around the edge of the stone circle, the glowing goo seemingly held entirely within it. They seemed to be watching, staring, unsure of what to do. The noise that had drawn Hope's attention was the sound of a mouse nearby lapping up a little bit of the essence. With her sensitive antennae, she could tell the mouse's scent was changing, as well as her own. She felt her arousal beginning to blossom once more. The mouse looked absolutely huge to Hope's new, tiny body. Well, at least in comparison to how big a mouse normally was. It seemed to be almost the same size as she as it approached.
Hope wasn't sure what to do, and she stood stock still as the mouse came up to her. It nuzzled her neck, seemed to snuggle up against her and then... it entered her. The last few shreds of humanity within Hope almost rebelled at the act. She was having sex with an animal! She shouldn't allow such a thing! It was terrible, wicked, gross...
Well, to a human it was. But Hope was certainly not human anymore. Nor was the mouse quite a mouse. Tendrils of energy rose from the goo around her, beginning to alter and shape the mouse as she mated it. Hope smiled and closed her eyes, wrapping her tiny arms around her furry lover, feeling his muscle and bone shift, altering, being coaxed toward a more humanoid form. She'd lost her virginity to a field mouse. So silly! It made her giggle as she lovingly kissed the mouse's muzzle, and surprisingly found her kiss returned.
Soft sounds told her that the other animals apparently had realized what it was they'd been summoned here to do, and Hope found herself laughing, truly laughing for perhaps the first time in her life. The first time she had been filled with wonderfully uncaged joy. So many animals, so many new friends to introduce to sentience, so many lovers to experience...
It was her greatest fantasy come true, and Hope welcomed each new lover as they came. Losing herself in a sea of sexual sensation, the new faerie wondered if her fantasies about pregnancy would also come to pass. She sincerely hoped so. |
(M merge Golden Eagle, Shire Stallion, Bloodhound, and TF)
Gan turned the thick leather gauntlet he wore on only one hand to look at all the tiny scratch marks on its surface. "Uraian! It's getting late."
The bird made one shrill call circling overhead once before plopping down onto his gauntlet with its massive talons. Uraian is his golden eagle- trained to hunt for him. Uraian is excellent at demolishing birds smaller than himself, which in this area is... most birds. Gan then uses the steady supply of feathers to craft arrows to hunt other prey as well. With a gentle pat on the thigh of his horse, Gan set him in motion back toward the house. His horse an extremely muscular shire stallion- ungelded, because Gan needed him to be spirited to push him further. His horse Malt was vital in helping him build his home out here in the first place, and continues to be a big help with large prey that Gan most certainly cannot carry himself. They live in the Hinterlands, at the edge of the drawn maps, so there was no store to go to for food, and they needed a good store of it for when winter came, and it was already autumn. At their side on the ground, a droopy faced bloodhound; Seeker. Because of the way his eyebrows drooped at the edges, his face always looked like he was pleading with you for something.
Today they were just out for exercise; they had not gone far enough from their cabin to find anything. Seeker going out to the bathroom prevented any intelligent prey from going anywhere near the house because they could smell his pee. Gan did not even use reins or saddle for Malt, he rode bareback- grasping the mane to give him subtle directions if he was being stubborn, but most of the time he listened to verbal directions. When the crew returned home, Gan smiled at he dark figure standing by the door to his cabin, wrapped in a very heavy bear fur cloak lined with raven feathers around the collar.
"Crow, it is good to see you. How is life in the city?"
Gan could barely see the glimmer of Crow's blue eyes under the shade of the hood. "Fair enough. Everyone has something to complain about, but I wander so frequently I seem to be immune to most of it. How goes the hunt?"
"Well enough that I shan't starve, but little else. It still amazes me how useful my two animal companions can be-" He motioned down to Seeker. "-while he is merely company."
Crow knelt down and Seeker plodded over to him to sniff and lick his hand. "He isn't the brightest torch, is he? Will he not chase rabbits at least on instinct alone?"
"Chasing and actually killing are two different things. Rather than spook prey toward me he just chases them off into the sunset. Never mind the prey- I will be lucky if I catch Seeker again. On top of all that, another friend of mine moved off and could not take his dog with him, so now I have another."
"Oh? Did not take them with you today?"
"No, the new dog is a doberman, female. Doberman may be good at catching rodents and pests around the cabin and keeping it safe from invaders, but they are not the type of dog to bring out on a hunt. To make matters worse, she is in heat so I have to keep her locked up separated from Seeker."
Crow nodded. Given how disciplined his other two companions are, that seems like it would indeed be a bit frustrating. Then suddenly Crow snapped his fingers. and started rummaging through a satchel at his side. Claiming to have a solution to Gan's problem, Crow held out an offering hand to him with a small crystal cube in it roughly the size of a die. The crystal looked a bit murky from little scratches somehow inside its surface, but Crow explained they were very tiny runes, and held the crystal up with one hand and his open palm. The sunlight shone through the crystal and the light it cast on his other contained the shadows of many words in a language Gan did not recognize. Crow explained it was very hard to make and it was not super sturdy, so if he gives it to Gan, he must promise to keep it safe. It was not exactly a solid crystal- it had been made of dozens of crystal sheets Crow etched with parts of a spell, and then fused together to form the cube. It contains a spell that will pull two living entities together and fuse them in one body! Crow hummed in thought and then clarified that it wasn't necessarily two, you could merge as many entities as there are facets on the crystal- so six since it is a cube.
"A neat trick but... how would that help me fix Seeker's brain?"
"You can share a body with him. How closely the two are mingled depends on how long you channel the spell. If you activate and then cut it off right away you may only be linked by a small patch of skin and nothing else. If you channel it all the way through; neither being will exist anymore and instead a new entity composed of the two. You can go till you mingle your two minds together and your thoughts and personality will rub off on him. At the very least- if he truly is just an idiot, you will be able to understand him better and perhaps learn to work with each other better."
"What about undoing the spell?"
"Oh, you just use the crystal again. It cannot fuse two things that are already fused, so if either of the already fused beings try to activate the crystal it will work in reverse."
Gan took the crystal with a bit of reluctance. He was not as experienced with magic as Crow. Since Crow lived in the city, he would leave the crystal with Gan for at least two weeks. It took a day and a half of riding to even reach Gan's house in the hinterlands, so he would just let him keep it for a while. It was a pain in the ass to visit too frequently. Gan invited Crow in for dinner before he set back to the road. That night he slept dreaming of the possibilities of the crystal. He was nervous about using some kind of magic, but eager to fix Seeker and finally teach that old dog some new tricks. He also thought of other possibilities too though. Gan decided he would wait on using it with Seeker... he wanted to test it on Uraian first. What was it like to fly?
The next day Gan woke with the sun again. From the second floor where his bedroom was, he could see out over the subtle green hills that lead up to the dense woodland of the hinterlands. Lots of wild horse running around out there- Malt would love to join them, though he himself was brought from the city.
Gan called called Uraian down from his roost in the rafters of the first floor. He turned the crystal cube in his hand, a bit nervous about using it. It also occurred to him he should probably not be wearing any clothes. What if the clothes get merged with him too? He stripped naked and held up the cube again. Now he was nervous about it not working fast enough. If Uraian attempts to land on him and it doesn't merge right away, he will shred Gan's flesh even without meaning to. He called Uraian to him and braced for impact, activating he crystal with his other hand. Because Uraian was swooping down, there was enough momentum for the impact that it vanished almost entirely into Gan's arm right off the bat! His arm rippled bizarrely like it was made of liquid, and a huge bulge could be seen where the bird somehow stuffed itself! It felt like something touching his arm, only on a part of his arm that normally can't feel that. The mass moved toward his body but also stretched out, mixing more with his own body. Before Uraian's body properly mixed, there was a brief moment where Gan could feel both Uraian in his body, and also his body around Uraian. Their nerve endings crossed signals before the smaller body got mixed completely into the larger.
Gan was a bit confused a moment; standing on the floor felt unnatural and he wanted to fly up, but also knew that he could not fly. It was Uraian's thoughts bleeding into his own. Gan wobbled and fell over against the wall as his legs suddenly started to stretch. His nails darkened and became taller and longer, growing at a steeper angle to hook back forward. The skin at he base of the changing nails stiffened and became the banded scales of a bird leg, and slowly started to spread from there. The body of his foot was the fastest change, because it had the most to alter. The bones of his foot united into one and grew tremendously in length. Because he was leaned against the wall Gan had to spread his legs further out as the fastest way to compensate the changing length. His toes all grew in size and length as his nails finished turning into dark talons and clicked on the wood floor with every movement. What had been his foot was now another segment to his leg- his ankle now far off the floor as the final segment of the leg was equal in length to his shins. Normally a bird's thigh sits up beside his pelvis on either side making them almost invisible without plucking its feathers off, but his did not change. His toe count and orientation also did not change, so he still had five toes unlike any known bird. Since one toe was still bigger than the others, the larger talon on it made his feet almost resemble a veloceraptor.
Gan stood up off the wall from the prickling feeling in his tail bone as quills and then feathers bloomed into a rather small fan. Two shoulder blades formed at first below his own, but then as the muscle developed they slid up over his- since the joints faced backwards, the blades could overlap without interrupting each other. He could not completely see, so was left to simply feel the growth behind him from little flesh tubes to proto limbs to gigantic wings... which actually still just looked like tubes really, without feathers. The feathers grew in not too long after, and came in fast. Which was good, because the quills growing out caused a really prickly feeling and even an odd itch in his bones. The largest feathers grow straight out of the bone in the wing, so they are in there deep. Gan did not even notice, but his mid length messy black hair turned gold to match the feathers as well, and his vision sharpened. Everything seemed clearer but also a bit closer than they actually were- like having a magnifying glass taped to his face, which took his depth perception some catching up to adjust to. The final change was a layer of hard orange material growing down the bridge of his nose, giving it a slightly hooked end.
They were almost fully merged, but not completely. It also seemed to leave large sections of his body completely unchanged, since the second body was much smaller than the host. Had he merged completely his thoughts might be a bit more jumbled, and he would have odd hybrid arm-wings instead of proper wings. Without a full bird tail he could not fully soar, not to mention his body shape was not nearly as aerodynamic as Uraian, so he had to work much harder to stay in the air. Ganian flew over his house, nervous at first about falling if he went too high. Sure he was still naked, but who the hell is going to see him in the middle of nowhere? The morning sun was nice and warm anyway so the only chills he got was from experiencing the ability to fly! The air up high was crisp, but thin. He could see things so far away! Both because his eyes were better and because he was so high up. The Uraian part of his brain was enjoying having such a large and stronger feeling body! He was imagining all the prey he could bring down with THIS body. He could probably dive-bomb a bear and eviscerate it with these ten huge talons! Before Ganian knew it, it was noon. The sun that had been peaking over the horizon when he started was already warming his back and spread wings. So finally he flew down first to the roof and then to the ground. The Uraian in his mind was quite reluctant to land on the actual ground and dull its talons. He activated the cube again and Gan was slammed back against the door to his cabin while Uraian was launched out of his chest! Uraian looked at him as soon as it found a perch, and it seemed like it had a better understanding. Even after dividing, they had that memory shared in the same body. The crystal worked well, it felt like a bit of Uraian's prideful hunter's nature had rubbed off on Gan.
From flying around earlier though, Gan got to thinking about all those wild horse. They are competitive by nature, and Malt always wanted to challenge them to a race, or go play with them. Gan always felt a little bad about never letting him go, but he did not know if he could get Malt back if he ran off with a herd of wild horse. He figured it was easier to just not let him go than it would be to get him back. But, as Gan thought about it, rolling the crystal in his hand... there wouldn't be a problem if Gan was inside of him. If they fuse and become Malgan, Gan can influence him to return when the time comes. And so, Seeker would have to wait till the evening for his fusion. Gan took Malt out for a walk, and headed up toward the fields where the wild herd play. Again, naked, just in case. And Malt was naked too, since Gan never geared him up in the first place. He activated the crystal, and only at the moment of activation did it occur to Gan the fusion would not be the same as last time. Malt was not smaller than he is- he is a lot bigger. Malt wasn't going to be pulled into him, he was getting pulled into Malt.
Because he was riding Malt, he basically fell right into him! It felt like falling into a thick, heavy liquid! It rippled and waved with Malt's muscle movement. He reared up and neighed sharply in surprise, not knowing what was going on. To his surprise, Gan fell out the other side! He held his hands out to stop his fall but slowed to a stop before they touched the ground! His arms were... inside of Malt's front legs! The sensations started to blend, he started to feel all of Malt's legs, and could no longer feel his arms as seperate objects. There was still a strip of human flesh on the upper insides of his front legs, but otherwise the rest was blended. The muscles in his hands felt cramped and both of then grunt, clopping the front hooves down hard, grinding them again the ground till suddenly there was a loud sound like splintering stone! The hooves broke into three segments! Small shards fell off to smooth the edges of the break and they wiggled their newly formed toes! It developed three pseudo toes, instead of one. Gan looked down to see his own chest, just barely sticking out far enough to protrude from Malt's underside, with a mat of brown fur on his chest like chest hair would normally be. His neck stuck out between the lower cleft between Malt's pectoral muscles, and his entire head was divided still. He had no hair on his head, and instead two inches worth of length extended from Malt's mane, having absorbed it. They both groaned a bit feeling their shared butt swell a bit larger and rounder, and his legs grow in size too. This put them a bit off balance, as the rear legs were now larger than the front. In the lower half, Gan was entirely blended, so rather than human aspects show up, he just added raw mass to what Malt already had. Well, he supposed they did not become Malgan after all- their heads were still completely apart.
Gan tried a few times to see if he could take charge, but only ended up tripping up Malt, so he decided to just leave him to it. Malt knew better about how to walk on all fours. The feeling of sharing this body was amazing too, even though it could not fly. His body felt so tight, so muscular! He almost wished there was someone to hitch something to them so he could test his strength, see how much he could lift! Gan used muscle twitches to direct Malt without making them trip and brought him to the other horses! He took off almost immediately! Several wild horses raced along beside him, eager to challenge the newcomer. None seemed to particularly notice the human merged into his body. Malt was not nearly as fast as these horses- his muscles were too large and heavy, his footsteps were noticeably louder as he thundered against the ground. He did not stop running till their lungs were burning. Their heart pounding, adrenaline flowing! No wonder horses were so competitive- with bodies this fabulously built how could you not want to push it to its limits?
Gan was surprised when he felt a jet of hot air on their nuts, and looked back to see a young mare with her nose to their crotch! Malt turned and nipped at her playfully and she turned to swat him in the side of the face with her tail, but then flicked it the other way and held it there. Her matte black labia parted to show the vibrant pink inner folds as her ping-pong ball sized clit popped out a moment, letting a strand of lube drip out around it. Malt's nostrils flared and he reared up several times in a row quickly, inching forward. Gan was going to stop him but Malt's muscle mass compared to his was giant. He was going to say something, but before he could Malt landed on her back and scoot up with several long thrusts! He could feel Malt get an erection but not his phallus! Instead, a human dick emerged from the sheath above the equine! Their dicks were divided still, but one getting an erection still forced the other to as well. Malt hammered both their cocks into the young mare causing her to neigh and thrust her large muscular butt back, filling the pocket of Malt's groin. Gan's own chest was on her beck, his head resting on it under Malt's neck. He did not want to admit it, but the mare felt wonderful on his dick. Especially so, since she was not meant to take two penis at once, so the little bit of added girth the additional human phallus gave made her feel extra tight!
As they grunt and thrust, Gan's mind blanked, since he was unable to do anything to resist anyway. Both were too absorbed into the act to pay attention as their bones started to pop quietly under their skin. Their flesh and muscle started to creak as it stretched! Gan's pectoral muscles stared to grow larger and more bulbous, the veins in his neck throbbing huge. Malt's face started to compress, his skull shrinking a bit. Malt's cock started to shrink in size as well, but the front of his glans started to bulge out and becoming much bigger, stretching the glans into a more helmet shape! Gan's dick grew massively, and developed dark patches to better match Malt, as the glans of his dick stretched wider and became bumpier at the corona as his urethra stuck out a bit! Instead of a human and a horse penis- there was two half human and half horse dicks! The mare's front legs buckled in pleasure from being stretched double wide and her front half went down, further projecting her butt up into their crotch. Gan's neck grew gigantic, both in length and width, and his nostrils flared as his face started to stretch out. Gan's head became a part horse human head, and Malt's became a part human, horse head.
Luckily, horses are not known for their sexual stamina, and it did not take very long for them to cum. Once they climaxed and their twin dicks started to go soft, Gan immediately tried to take charge and get them back to the house to undo their fusion! Malt was feeling tired and no longer particularly cared what happened so he went along with Gan without a fuss. While the experience was quite enjoyable for both of them, Gan shared a bit more than he would have wanted to with Malt and was glad to get back to their cabin and end the fusion. He should have brought it with him on the trip just in case, but also the crystal was a delicate little thing and he did not want to give it back to Crow all scuffed up.
This experience with Malt also made him more conscious of how far to take a fusion and how to go about it. The size of the bodies as well as the way they collide seem to affect how the fused form turns out- at least if you do a partial fusion. If they 100% fused it wouldn't matter. The fused form also changed without the crystal with Malt. It seems the bodies naturally want to equalize and find balance, so when Gan went along with Malt he became more like Malt. Lust was a hard thing to fight, because who intentionally avoids a good time? Luckily that won't be an issue with Seeker. There is only one other canine around these parts and the female doberman Coffee is locked in Gan's bedroom. Even if Seeker somehow wrestled control away, he can't open the door.
Gan looked at Seeker, who just stared back with a blank look on his face, wagging his tail for reasons even he doesn't know. Gan held the crystal in one hand and wrapped his hands around Seeker, lifting him up so his back was to Gan's chest. Gan is again the larger of the two bodies, so the dog merged into his body through the chest. There was again the strange feeling of being able to feel the body inside and outside as their nerves crossed before they too fused together. Gan's torso bloated and rippled and it felt like his upper torso was being pulled apart, though without pain or even resistance. Seeker's head never got fully absorbed, his neck sunk in and then shifted up the torso before re-emerging beside Gan's own head! His tail bone felt tingly and started to stretch but then nothing else seemed to happen to it. Seeker only had a thin little tail to begin with, so equalized with a human body it basically was not a tail at all, just a plump nub where one would be. The flesh on the tip and base of each of Gan's fingers and toes started to puff up, and his nails felt like someone was trying to squeeze in on the sides of them. His nails became a bit more narrow, but much thicker, darker, and then longer- but remained blunt on the ends- the dull claws of a dog. While the structure of his hands remained entirely unchanged, his feet stretched a bit. He could still walk on his soles, but the extra length made it feel just weird enough to make him not want to walk like a human. He raised his ankles a bit and walked on the front of his feet- which was easier thanks to the inflated flesh at the base of his toes. His shins, forearms, and chest all quickly developed a mat of brown fur where body hair would be. His black hair started to turn brown at the roots but stopped there. His pubes were replaced with black fur, and a stripe of brown fur filled the depression of his scrotum, between balls.
It took nearly fifteen minutes for Gan to stop Seeker from trying to flail around wildly, causing their shared body to lurch randomly from mixed signals. Gan had most control of their body, but Seeker still had some control- his confusion at how this works caused him to randomly flail about, which made it impossible to do anything else. Gan also found he had a half chub for seemingly no reason- no doubt also Seeker's doing. Determined to show Seeker how to do things, he finally got dressed and they set out with a bow and arrow to see if any small game could be spotted. Once Seeker seen their body moved on its own if he just did nothing, he mostly relaxed and let Gan do the work. He did kick about randomly a few times trying to get dressed- not liking the idea of putting socks or shoes over his paws, or caring much for anything touching his paws ever, really. Gan actually did not care for it either now that his feet were sort-of paw like, because nothing fit correctly, but he did it anyway. He almost grabbed the leash to put that on too when he was heading out but smiled at his absentmindedness and put it back. Since their heads were apart, Gan had zero control over what Seekers head and neck did, and sighed in frustration when Seeker barked on two separate occasions when they heard rustling in the brush. They can't catch anything if Seeker scares it off! His erection was rubbing against his underpants now that he was dressed too- reminding him it is there. It was persistent too, never softening. He rubbed his crotch and found an extra bulge. Gan opened his pants to look at it directly. It had changed more than he thought- but it wasn't noticeable when it wasn't fully erect. Their dick had a slight bulge at the base that was stone-hard, and the urethra stuck out from the still human glans giving it a bit of a point.
Gan could see their hunt was going nowhere today, and they were losing daylight fast at this point so he just returned home. It was hard to think of anything but the raging hardon in his pants. It had been fully erect for some time now- isn't it supposed to be bad if you have an erection for too long? The blood could coagulate while inside of the dick and make it impossible to go soft. Seeker kept trying to lick him randomly but their heads were too close together, he could not reach Gan's head so he just ended up rubbing his loose flappy jowls on his face. Seeker's left ear and Gan's right ear kept rubbing together too, but that was more pleasant. His ears were floppy, silky smooth skin too, but his ears aren't moist and smelly like his jowls often are. Gan left the crystal on a window ledge like last time at the cabin, not wanting to take it with him at risk of something happening to it. He also did not want to leave it inside of the house in case something happened to his hands and prevented him from being able to open his door to get to it. When he got back to the cabin to give up the hunt for the day though, Gan was horrified to see the crystal on the ground, broken in half! He knelt down to examine it, and it felt a little wet. He did not know how, but knew it was saliva on the crystal. Seeker must be able to identify the smell, and Gan is getting the thought as a crossed signal. Gan looked at Malt wandering around the front of the house, nibbling the grass. Oh no. The crystal looks almost exactly like a sugar cube. Malt tried to eat it while they were gone, and spit it back out when he realized it wasn't sugar.
When Gan got in, he immediately sent out his messenger pigeon to contact Crow back in the city- they needed another crystal immediately! It would take time for the pigeon to get there and for Crow to notice though, and then still longer to make a new crystal, and then even longer to travel out to get it to Gan. Gan was looking at three or four days bare minimum before he could divide from Seeker again. He let out a sigh so long and exaggerated it sounded like a balloon deflating- and the balloon was his spirit. Eating dinner that night was tricky. He put Seeker's food dish up on the table so they could both eat, but every time he tried to bring the fork up to feed himself Seeker snatched it up- because he is right handed, and Seeker is on the right side! In order to eat his food without Seeker trying to steal more off his plate, he had to lean his head over like an animal guarding its kill. He grumbled at Seeker whenever he tried to hustle in on it, and shoved his head back with his own head. Seeker understood those signals, they were very animal. After dinner, as awkward as it felt, Gan needed to get rid of the damn endless boner. He did not even have the luxury of doing it in his own bedroom, because he did not want to have to deal with Seeker flailing around again once he came into close contact with Coffee who was locked in there. She already had her own food and water, so Gan only had to worry about letting her out to go to the bathroom quickly and then scooting her back in.
As Gan grabbed his dick, it felt a bit odd but not unpleasant to hold with the pads on the inside of his hand now. He worked the shaft, and as he did, the skin started to feel a bit looser than usual. He kept shifting his position higher toward the top as the foreskin kept pulling back further than it should have been able to. Every time he pulled it all the way back to its new low, the skin on the upper shaft pulled tight and turned a bit more red. It took a few seconds of pistoning the shaft for the foreskin to shift position again, but by the time it fully stopped it was as low as the mini knot at the base! The entire rest of the shaft exposed and red, while the foreskin was loose, thick, and pulled back so far it almost formed a sheath. Almost. Gan found himself hammering his dick harder than usual- because pounding down on the top of the small knot felt quite good. Doing that worked himself into a bit of a pant though- so both he and Seeker were panting. Seeker kept trying to thrust his hips instinctively, but because they were sat down like a human, he could not move their hips far. Seeker howled in pleasure and Gan let out a long moan as they came explosively for some time- the knot throbbing with each stream. Gan did not notice his teeth all sharpening as he moaned.
The next day was a pain in the ass too. After having to sleep on the couch to keep Seeker from Coffee, he still had to let Coffee out to go to the bathroom, and every time he almost fell on top of her as Seeker kept trying to pounce her. She is in heat, so they got a raging boner every time she walked past. It was hard to concentrate, and the lack of anything to do did not help at all. He could not go out to hunt with Seeker in him as last night proved. He could not even do house chores. Trying to do dishes, Seeker would try to flick the water off his hands constantly, which caused him to drop dishes and break them. He did not even want to attempt chopping fire wood- would likely cut his own legs off. But just sitting around the house all he could think about was his erection and the feeling of masturbating the night before with the strange new hybrid dick. He could not even go for a ride on Malt- it reminded him of plowing the mare the other day, and riding bare back caused his taint to rub on Malt's muscular back, pronouncing his erection even worse. By the evening of the second day he needed to masturbate again, it was driving him crazy. As he did this time though, the foreskin pulled even further back and exposed the top portion of his knot. The knot itself swelled up in size quite a bit, and the entire cock grew a bit. His tail bone grew not one, but two points and gained just enough mobility to vibrate in a pseudo-wag. His fingers and toes got a tiny bit shorter, but did not shrink, causing them to get a bit chubby looking. Halfway into the act of masturbating though, Gan thought about Coffee. No not the drink, the dog. They don't have two separate pairs of balls, which means their sperm is half human half dog. That means even if he let Seeker mount Coffee, she cannot get pregnant, because her eggs won't accept his mutant sperm. An odd train of thought- to allow Seeker to mount her, when they share a body. His mind rationalized it by letting Seeker do it, as if Gan had no involvement.
Seeker was not smart enough to open doors, but Gan is and they have the same body now, so Seeker finally got back into his master's bedroom. He immediately yanked them onto all fours and Gan just grunt and looked away, off to the side as if to disassociate with the situation. His eyes went wide when Seeker thrust in quickly though. Being in heat, Coffee also wasted no time in aggressively backing her butt into Seeker's face. Sliding in, her pussy was moist, tight, and inviting. Her arousal caused the muscle ribbing on the inside to milk their shaft like a hungry mouth trying to devour them, pull them deeper. That much was the same with the mare from before, but what was quite different now was the very dark brown labia. A plush triangle of soft rubbery skin, it projected some distance off of her, especially now that she is in heat, which felt so good his thoughts completely whited out every time the front of their knot bumped into the plush pillow of her pussy lips! Because it projected off her with such flexible flesh, when they pulled back, her pussy followed for some length. The feeling of the plush labia against his knot caused them to thrust in more aggressively, and its tight grip grabbed their foreskin and started to pull it even further back. The skin bunched at the base of the dick becoming more and more like a sheath as more of the knot was exposed! Finally the entire knot popped in suddenly causing all three of them to yelp in surprise! The pleasure was so strong, he tried to pull back out but gripping the back of the knot felt even better than the front! He shoved back and forth, caught ping-ponging between pleasure pulses, and unable to thrust fully out because the knot now locked them inside. The thrusts were shallow and very fast, causing even Gan to pant along with them. His nose started to turn cold at the end, and darken because he wanted to better taste the wonderful smell of Coffee. His ears started to grow a bit longer and the cartilage started to thin, making them looser, because he wanted to better hear all the breathless sounds she made as they pounded her rump. He came explosively again. This time, they were locked in place, so Seeker turned them around to be rump-to-rump, this allowed blood to drain out from the knot so they could be set free. But all three ended up going to sleep curled up there, so Gan did not even remember popping back out.
This became a regular routine. Gan could not concentrate or do anything with a boner, and with Coffee in heat, the air was always filled with her pheromones driving them nuts. They needed to do things together to get to know each other better anyway. So they mounted Coffee every day, and then twice a day. And then Gan lost track of days and nights, he was just having sex, eating, sleeping, repeating. The problem with Seeker and Gan's exchange was that Seeker was the only one doing things most of the time. They were doing all dog things and very little human things. So rather than Gan rub off on Seeker, Seeker was rubbing off on Gan. His teeth turned fully to fangs, his twin nubs became two full, thin tails. When they wagged their tails they started in opposite directions, causing their tails to clap together mid-wag over and over, making a dull thudding sound. His feet continued to stretch, the bones in his soles fused into a cannon bone, making standing upright very hard, so most of the time he did not bother. Being on all fours put them where Coffee was. Watching her little nub of a tail wiggling back and forth, that juicy pillow of a labia swollen out behind her. Her doberman fur was very fine, so you could see every curve of her body in the shimmer of her pelt.
As time went on, Gan's ears got larger and droopier. His face started to stretch out. At first just his jaws, which made it look like he was pursing his lips at first. Then the face as a whole started to stretch out, causing the bridge of his nose to start to become less defined, vanishing into the rest of the bone that was extending out. The cartilage in the bridge started to calcify into proper bone. It was a very gradual change- each session of sex caused his face to feel a dull pressure behind it. One, maybe two cracks and creaks could be heard from the bone in his head and his face was a little longer each time. To Coffee's delight and even slight distress later on; their cock and knot continued to get bigger. Much bigger than Seeker ever was. Not only was their combined body larger and thus their dick bigger to begin with- it was combining the size of both the human and dog dicks together. Their balls also doubled in size, putting both species sizes together. The fur patches started to spread- brown on the extremities, black on the body and the end of his face. Facial hair grew in as fur, but as his head deformed and became more canine, it too spread to places facial hair would not. The skin on his face felt oddly heavier, and started to droop to take on the bloodhound look.
Now it was hard to think even when he wanted to. So many new smells he could not pick up on before. Gan blushed at how often he had his massive knot jammed in Coffee. She was barely big enough to fit him- he had to be careful when they tied because she was stretched to absolute max, if they tug too hard they might rip her vaginal lining. Gan kept telling himself; he can't do anything else right now, and they want to mate so he might as well. Twice a day? A bit much, but sure. It felt amazing after all. Just once or twice more. Just woke up, dehydrated from cumming so often. Drink, eat. Drink again, fuck. Just one more fuck. Is day or night? Doesn't matter, Coffee ready to fuck more. Drink. Sleep. One more fuck. Still hard, keep fucking more. More fuck. Drink. What day? Other me hungry, eat. Person coming? What sound he called by again? He smell of many ingredients. Strange smell. Magic. Worry later, now fuck.
Crow arrived six days later on the back of a lithe horse. He already had the magic crystal in hand as he rushed to the door and knocked, but there was no answer. He tried the door and found it was not locked. As soon as he entered the house he was hit with a hell of a stink. There was blood and some old meat and bone chips all over the place, and furniture was displaced. Gan and Seeker had taken zero care when getting food out of storage, and the mess from many meals between them and the meat tossed to Uraian was making a stink. They also stopped bothering to go outside to go to the bathroom- both Gan and Seeker knew how to use doors now even after their hands devolved completely into paws, but Gan wanted to pee inside to mark his territory so they just went in the living room / foyer area, so anyone trying to get in knows this is their place. Crow found the giant two headed bloodhound sleeping beside the doberman bitch, dried cum splatters all over the bedroom. Including on the night table- however the hell that happened. Crow did not even wait for them to fully wake up and start barking at the guest to activate the crystal and in a burst of fizzling energy the two were rejected from on another like two same-polarity magnets!
Unfortunately, neither was Gan. One was Seeker, the other is Ganker. Both were normal bloodhounds! Seeker had rubbed off on Gan completely. The crystal divided them again, but it had been so long and Gan had let himself completely go to the point where he is just a knock-off clone of Seeker! Crow asked them a few questions to see who was who, and dubbed the new dog Ganker. They were both unnaturally intelligent dogs. So... the spell did exactly what it was supposed to. Seeker IS very smart now. Crow sighed, scratching his head. It looks like he just unintentionally inherited a lot of new pets. |
Djinn’t think about the Consequences! “Go on, I dare you.” There was no subtlety in the taunt from Brian. Billy just grinned in response.
Tom looked at his friends, and then at the blue skinned man across the room. “Okay, fine, I’ll do it, but you owe me the damned beer when we’re done.” He strode across the lobby, coming up behind the man and tapping him forcefully on his shoulder.
The man turned to look at him through wire rimmed glasses, his long, waxed mustache twitching slightly as he regarded the lankly young man that towered over him. “Yes, what do you want?” His tone was sour.
Tom swallowed and let loose. “So, um, where’s your magic lamp?” He tried to stifle the giggle.
“Excuse me?” The man asked, adjusting his suit coat. Impeccably tailored the dusky color offset his vibrant blue hue handsomely. Gold cufflinks and buttons made it clear he was a man who enjoyed the finest luxuries, and those did not include young men being impertinent to him. His eyes narrowed.
Tom ignored all this and continued with the joke. “Like, dude, where’s your lamp? I want some wishes!”
Behind him Billy and Brian chuckled. Brian waved and yelled out “Me too!”
“Go away.” The tone was flat, and the man turned his attention back to waiting for the next available receptionist to help him. Unfortunately, there was a long line. He glanced at his watch, a Rolex, as he tapped his pointed wingtips impatiently. Tom wasn’t going to let a cold shoulder dissuaded him from a joke. He slid back in front of the man. “No way, man, I want some wishes. Come on, you’re like one of those genie dudes, right? So, you’ve got to give me some wishes. Like, I want to be rich, and for a hot piece of ass, and a Lamborghini.” Tom cracked a wide smile as he saw his taunting start to get under the man’s skin.
But the man didn’t get angry, his voice stayed calm and cold. “This is harassment. I am not a genie. I am a Djinn. And I am not some mystical wish granting servant for the like of you oafs.” He turned away again.
This time when Tom slid in from of the Djinn the lanky man reached out and pushed the smaller azure hued fellow. “I said, I want a wish.” His voice grew more menacing as he started to puff up, trying to use his height to intimidate the Djinn.
The Djinn gave him a hard look, eying him from head to too. “You’re an ass, you know that, right? Now don’t you dare touch me again, or I will ensure that you will live to regret the decision.”
This only served to goad Tom further. He glanced at Brian and Billy; nodding and winking briefly in their direction before he snatched at the small tan leather case that the Djinn carried in his left hand. With a twist he was able to pull it away swiftly. “I’ll be a wealthy ass as soon as you cough up your bottle, or lamp, or whatever it is I have to rub. I’ll be it’s in here!” He held aloft the briefcase triumphantly.
“Give that back.” The Djinn’s voice was low, but it took on a dark tone, almost menacing in its firmness. The long fingers, manicured and bejeweled with rings, curled into clenched fists, the long dark nails biting into his palms.
“Oh, I’ve got you now!” Tom capered about a bit and then set about trying to open the case. He struggled in vain for a moment, but when it was clear that it wouldn’t reveal its contents, he smashed it to the ground. The briefcase hit the marble with a crash, sending papers flying about, while pens rattled away along the floor.
“You thieving, destructive, arrogant little ass. You learn one story about a trapped Djinn and you think we are your slaves, bound to serve you?” He pointed a long black curved talon at Tom. There was a crackling in the air about him, even as the room’s lights flickered and dimmed. The people standing nearby edged away cautiously, unwilling to interfere with the altercation.
Tom still hadn’t comprehended the danger he was in. He continued to mock the Djinn. “Aw, the poor Genie is mad. Can’t be bothered to magic up a new briefcase!” He laughed at the short bespectacled man.
“Magic? You want magic? Very well, I will grant you one of your wishes. A fine piece of ass indeed, that is what you wanted, right? Then so it shall be forever upon your cursed head!” His voice rose to booming levels as his hand rose high above his head. Only a split second came and went before the glowing arc of energy arced and crackled out of his upstretched hand, and over into Tom.
Tom’s sense of danger was too slow. He only managed to recoil as the blast rippled through him. He screamed, his back arching as the magic bold coiled around him.
Brian and Billy tried to bolt, leaving tom, but the magic sealed the doors and twin bolts looped about them as well. The small blue man seemed very large now as he regarded them. “I sense you have played a part in all this; chattering and egging him on. You too shall bear a burden for your rakish ways.” He lifted his hands together “So it was commanded! So, it shall be!” The boom of his voice echoing through the lobby
The magic that held Tom began to infuse into him, and his body began to shift. His chest started to grow thicker, rounder, more barrel like, stretching his shirt to the limit of the fabric before it tore asunder. The button on his pants popped too as more of him increased in girth.
His arms and legs grew thinner, his shoes pushed off his heels as his foot lengthened. Within moment his toes began to harden inside his sock. He stared in shock and horror as his fingers began to fuse, dark keratin spreading from his nails outward into a dark hoof shape on each hand.
He coughed as his neck lengthened, but soon the cough became a heavy bray as her dropped to all fours, his hooves shaking under him. By now his ears were growing long, and fur was spreading across his body. His pants split to reveal the rounded end and wispy gray tail of a jackass.
His face was last to leave him, still frozen in shock as it began to swell, his teeth expanding outward, buck toothed and wide, his nose and jaw pushing outward to make room for his new dental configuration. The soft fleshy muzzle wiggled nostrils flaring as he caught his own scent, heavy with musk.
He stomped a hoof, awkwardly standing amidst the tatters of his ruined clothes, his equine form clear, a grey donkey. He brayed.
The Djinn did not seem satisfied. “Beasts should be of use, and you are no use unladen to me.” A wave of his hand and the ruined clothes vanished, replaced by a heavy halter and pack saddle, the harness tight across the former man’s muzzle. Bags too appeared, weighing the beast down. Tom’s new nose picked up a harsh smell from the bags.
“Ah, that’s right, you wished for wealth, too, and so I have given it to you. Wealth to make any Roman soldier proud!” The Djinn cackled at his own joke, popping open the bag to reveal heavy salt crystals. A fortune by ancient standards, but of little consequence in the modern world, just as no one need a donkey anymore. Tom stood there, his head hung, laden with nearly worthless treasure.
The Djinn stroked his short goatee, thinking. “Ah, yes, you might learn to enjoy this form.” He said, then a dark grin crossed his face. “Let’s ensure you don’t.” His hand came together in a squeezing motion with his fist.
Tom brayed loudly in pain, feeling the pressure on his balls as each of them felt like they had burst inside him.
“There now, a proper fine piece of ass you are, all gelded and ready to earn your oats.” The Djinn nodded, then turned to the others, still frozen in place having watched their friend turn into a castrated donkey.
He smiled darkly at them. “Ah you two jackdaws are not free of my wrath. You egged this eager ass on, and I will punish you in kind.” His fingers flexed and he raised his hands once more.
Both men could feel the magic wrapping about them, curling through their very core. Slowly at first, and then with increasingly speed they felt their bodies compressing, contorting. Their feet split, curling outward into small claws, their skin sprouting dark feathers. Long dark beaks replaced their mouth and noses, as their eyes grew beady.
Moments later nothing but a pair of small black corvids sat on the floor amidst the pile of discarded clothing. They squawked and flapped about, only to eventually find their way to the back of their former friend who’s head still hung low and dejected.
A satisfied but cruel smile remained on the Djinn’s face. He hadn’t felt so free to curse a mortal in many ages. Sure, it’d cause some issue with the courts, but as a Djinn he certainly had the right to defend himself from an assault. It was all on tape after all, they’d started it. He’d been quite restrained. He regarded the trio. Maybe they’d find a princess to kiss, or a magic fountain to reverse the spell, or perhaps a quest from some old crone would do it. But for now? They would remain forever trapped as they were, denied their humanity but keenly aware of its loss.
Turning from them he pointed his finger at the fallen briefcase and papers. They collected themselves and returned to the broken case, which in turn rebound and restored, as if it had never broken. Case in hand he strode up to the nearest receptionist to get his appointment completed.
Behind him the crowd looked on silently at the three transformed friends. The gelded jackass and two jackdaws sitting there in the lobby. Occasionally the donkey would bray or a bird would let out a shrill, harsh caw, but after a short time the crowds ignored them, save by a passerby or two that wondered about the strewn clothing and the strange animals in the lobby of such a grand building.
Eventually management sent for Animal Control, and the officers came to take them away to their new lives. |
The manor the party was being held at was far more intimidating than Cynthia could’ve expected it to be, so much so that even Brandon looked as if he was having second thoughts. She looked to her side, hoping to receive some sort of signal from her master that she was allowed to comfort him, only to instead see a very nervous-looking wolf visibly gulping as his body trembled ever so slightly. She wanted to help him, wanted to tell him that everything was going to be fine, but knew better than to try and do anything without an explicit command from him, especially not that night; not in front of everyone like that.
The wolf found his composure… eventually, clearing his throat and readjusting the black tie he wore too tightly around his neck, before placing his right arm around her left and taking the first step towards the crowd gathered by the front. Cynthia, sensing this was the first opportunity she had to show off, did her best to keep up with his pace, finding it more difficult than she wanted it to be thanks to the unfortunate binging accident back at their home. The crowd was also not helping: it was significantly larger than it had been at the first gathering that Brandon had taken her to, with a much wider selection of slaves and servants that were almost universally as big or bigger than her; however, even the cat couldn’t help but notice that, despite the size difference, none of them seemed to wear their hugeness with as much grace as she did hers. They were all bloated, swollen, looking more artificial than anything else, and a few looked to be drunk already, not at all like her; as much as her master quite clearly wanted that same aesthetic for her body in the future, she was still capable of putting on a more natural charm, one that didn’t rely on having five pounds of silicone shoved into each tit.
True to her initial analysis, Cynthia noticed plenty of heads turning towards her when she approached, even if most of them immediately veered down to that still-sloshing, water-stuffed belly she was sporting. It made for a… not-so-delightful contrast with the rest of her figure, but much like she had promised Brandon, the feline made an effort to wear it as elegantly and titillatingly as she could; to her credit, her attempt was nothing if not successful, with many nominally high-class individuals wrenching their eyes away from their own purchases to unashamedly ogle at what the wolf had just dragged in. This seemed to give Brandon the motivation he needed to go back to the same-old stone wall that he liked to present himself as; none of that scared puppy look or trembling knees, nothing but that gorgeously confident expression and look of well-trained detached apathy that made everyone wonder when he was speaking his mind or just coming up with stuff on the spot.
He walked her towards the front door, choosing to forgo any introductions until they were invited inside. As was customary, the guests were made to wait until the host, in a display of grandiose generosity, allowed them to enter his abode, a country manor that looked to be far bigger than anyone could ever possibly make use for, certainly more of a display of wealth than anything practical. Indeed, most of the windowsills were clearly dusty, the panes of glass opaque with grime; given that their host for the night wasn’t exactly poor, it was more likely that most of the house just wasn’t used… though it did offer plenty of opportunities for ghost stories, which Cynthia entertained herself with as they waited.
It was clear from everyone else’s reactions that Brandon’s plan to keep her away from the public eye had born fruit in the way he had expected. She caught a few loose words referring to “that cat” or “remember that feline?” floating about, with some of the faces being vaguely familiar to her from the first party her master had brought her to. Brandon, for his part, did his best to appear utterly uninterested in everything that wasn’t himself and the door, only occasionally shooting a glance at Cynthia and holding her gaze for a moment, as if to ask if she was doing alright.
“I’m confident,” her eyes would tell him silently, “we can do this.”
“We better,” he seemed to reply, “or else…”
She didn’t want to think about what came after. Better to focus on doing the best job she could while she could still do it rather than be fearful of the consequences for failure, especially when there was so much riding on her performance that night. The cat took the opportunity to inspect the competition, hoping to discern anything that might give her an edge, only to find very little in the way of actual substance from all the other women accompanying their masters. Most of them had been cosmetically enhanced in the dullest of ways, some with obvious surgical scars just barely hidden away by their choice of clothing, almost all of them looking as if they still hadn’t recovered from the operation to begin with. The few that did were universally the largest of the bunch, very clearly used to being the object of augmentation on the part of their owners; a tiny minority even went so far as to openly flaunt their newest additions, whether they be a pair of tits bigger than their head or an ass that bumped into doorframes if they weren’t careful going in. None of them appeared to have the same kind of implants as she herself did, which posed a serious question: were they actually as ubiquitous as Brandon made them out to be?
Cynthia didn’t really know, as most of her life prior to being sold off had been limited to the walls of her previous owner’s manor; all information about the popularity of the string implants had come directly from her master, who told her they were a relatively common choice for those wanting to pursue long-term investments. Which either meant that he lied, or the slave masters around her were a bunch of amateurs.
Given Brandon’s way of looking at them… the latter was more likely.
The “grand opening”, as it was styled, was a momentous affair, one wrapped in so much pointless grandeur and excessive displays of power and wealth that it veered right back around to just being silly; Cynthia had grown accustomed to those, what with her previous owner having enjoyed his parties back in the day, enough that she could practically mouth along to the whole speech being given about how wonderful it was for everyone to be there, and how fortuitous it was that they could all be there to attend their petite soirée. It was all an act, and a terribly poor one at that given the overall state of the house, but one that everyone had to go along with regardless; that was their role, after all, the one they set themselves up for after accepting the invitation. Tightening his hold over her, Brand walked inside, making a show of stepping in front of several others as he took the lead, confident that he would be able to take command of the proceedings for the night. A few others looked as if they wanted to complain, but knew better than to start something so early; the real conflict would begin soon enough, after the girls were sent on stage.
First, however, were the formalities. The many greetings, the exchanging of platitudes, all while the cat and all others like her were expected to sit by and look pretty for the non-existent cameras, serving as living, breathing accoutrements for their masters. Such was their lot in life, and they became very good at it, to the point of developing their own pseudo-language. It was important that they find something to do while standing there being used as mobile displays of wealth, so each social circle, usually focused around specific cities, eventually developed its own set of silent signals and expressions; while these normally went by completely unnoticed by the slave girls’ masters and their assistants, it allowed the “property” to exchange coded messages between one another, usually revolving around what their particular owner was like, or what the conditions in their household truly were. It was as much a way to stave off boredom as it was a method for warning potential purchases, so they could try their luck at dissuading their masters from selling them off to someone that would treat them worse than they currently were. Solidarity was the name of the game, and Cynthia thus went to work making sure everyone knew what to expect should Brandon happen to pick any one of them: a caring master, without a penchant for physical punishment, who nonetheless expected them to follow his every word as he stretched their physical limits in unorthodox ways.
All things considered, not exactly a bad deal.
As for the information being passed in her direction… suddenly Cynthia was even happier with the home life that Brandon had given her, because what she was getting from the other girls was nothing if not horrendous. The worst bits would probably have made her run away if it was her in their position, though admittedly her experience had been heavily skewed given who owned her last; nonetheless, Cynthia made an effort to silently inform as many of her colleagues as she could that Brandon was a good master… even if she was convinced that she wouldn’t be going back home with a new friend that night, nor would Brandon be bringing home another doll. In the recesses of her mind, she couldn’t help but brag a little bit about her master, something that unfortunately slipped out into the world at large every few minutes or so.
The centerpiece for that night’s entertainment was, indeed, a wooden stage that seemed to have been hastily built on one end of the main dining room, most of which had been cleared out so it could be filled with ornate chairs while the tables laden with terribly picked-out hors d'oeuvres were pushed towards the walls. Perhaps the owner of the house would be better served to have had the whole event arranged in the entrance lobby, where it would’ve been more spacious, but Cynthia could only assume it was done like this for ease of repurposing the kitchen and pantries for their “backstage” area; as much as the name was made to impress, the staging grounds for these sorts of shows were never better than a cramped room filled with tired-looking manservants reading off lists and commenting on how dreadful their bosses were.
A quick nudge by Brandon let Cynthia know that her inner thoughts were starting to spill into the way she was acting, as evidence by the way her eyes settled on things around the room, and the subtle furrowing of her brow or the slight grimace of her plump lips. She quickly adjusted herself in order to hide what went on inside that pretty little head of hers; instead, she focused on smiling widely and warmly to anyone that approached, pretending like she wasn’t carrying a loudly sloshing, waterlogged belly underneath that stretched dress of hers, all while the wolf by her side made frequent remarks that even she found unbecoming of him; surely he couldn’t mean half the things he said about his former colleagues, surely he couldn’t be serious about the outright allegations of criminal activity… not that they weren’t all guilty of it to some extent, but to just out-and-out say it was a serious breach of etiquette, especially when doing so loudly enough that everyone else could hear. All for the sake of advancing himself amidst a bunch of amateurs that he’d probably chew up and spit out the moment they weren’t useful anymore. She didn’t know how she felt about that… but then again, she wasn’t there to think.
Her attention was diverted to the other women doing much the same as she was, spread all across the main lobby and the entrance to the stage room. Most of them were feline as well, or some kind of crossbreed like herself, many of whom had patterns on their fur that could not possibly be natural by any stretch of the imagination. Not a single one was at her natural size, and the enhancement methods were all a coin flip between simple silicone implants and saline expanders; a couple were even dragging around IV drip stands with full bags hanging off of them, lines coming down and snaking into their dresses in order to slowly increase the size of their bust for the night. The dress code, too, was an utter mess; while it seemed like an interesting idea in practice, it just resulted in a clashing of colours that made it hard for Cynthia to keep her mouth straight without it breaking into a manic grin and a loud cackle.
While she entertained herself, Brandon was busy conducting business in the only way he knew how: trading favours and imposing himself onto others by browbeating them with equal parts confidence and bluster. Occasions like those weren’t spent discussing numbers or hard facts, but instead in a constant game of intimidation and finesse, one where the reality of any given situation was secondary to whatever narrative was crafted to fit any given person’s interests. For Brandon, who was used to far better competitors than those around him that night, this mostly revolved around reminding everyone of what sort of business connections he had (which he didn’t) and the kind of investments he had made in the slave market (which were non-existent), all while wrapping them up neatly by using Cynthias as the perfect showcase for a brand new method of organic enhancement that he was soon to patent (in some hypothetical, parallel universe). This was the bread and butter of society at the level he was operating at, and it’d be foolish of everyone involved not to assume there wasn’t some degree of bullshit dripping from every word spoken; it was just the way things were done, even if it meant shaking hands with someone only to immediately decry them as the epitome of disaster to someone else five yards away. Everyone was a stepping stone, and the only victor was the one who had the complete lack of morals required to not only participate in the game, but excel at it; for Brandon, it was a return to form, a visit to the old days where he didn’t have to worry about his personal feelings for his private property and could simply snap his fingers and get anything he wanted done in the blink of an eye. It served as a motivator: do well and he’d be on his way back there in no time.
Sadly, the pickings for the night were slim. Not only were most of the slaves terribly sub-par compared to his own, but the wolf’s keen eye was more than able to tell that the sort of enhancements they were subjected to had made them unworkable, at least to him; seeing himself as an artist had the dreadful side-effects of raising his standards to the point where he would tolerate nothing less than a completely blank canvas, a natural body that he could then sculpt to his heart’s desire. This was most of the reason why he had been attracted to his Kitten in the first place; a woman with her exact measurements having been achieved via implants and injections wouldn’t have peaked his interest nearly as much.
Suddenly, the murmuring of the assembled audience was interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat, loud enough that it attracted everyone’s attention to the assembled stage. There, an elderly cat stood with his back perfectly straight and his eyes closed, one hand on his throat and what appeared to be some sort of mechanical device; when he spoke again, his voice was magnified, though no microphone was present.
“The esteemed Master Sinclair would like to thank the fine ladies and gentlemen present tonight for accepting his invitation,” he stated, pausing awkwardly every other word, “and would like to share his warmest regards with his esteemed colleagues.”
Mandatory words. They meant nothing. Brandon even went so far as to openly scoff and gently shake his head, trying not to laugh; many others around him did the exact same.
“As per tonight’s program,” the servant carried on, “Master Sinclair requests that all those meant to participate in the showcase please head towards the backstage area, where the house staff will take care of the rest of the preparations. Master Sinclair would also like to remind his esteemed colleagues that any breach of etiquette or damage to his or anyone else’s property will most likely incur in seizure of the offender’s property and barring from any future events, following the dreadful incident last year at the annual celebrations. Thank you.”
“What happened last year?” Cynthia whispered to Brandon, as soon as the crowd began to move in one direction.
“Best not think about it,” the wolf growled back, holding her close, “just remember that Sinclair can and will hold you against my will if you so much as scratch the wallpaper, so please: remember what I told you. Be on your best behaviour, do everything they tell you to do, and show these amateurs what it’s like to be a true professional.”
He smiled. Brandon rarely smiled. A shame, given how warm and inviting the expression was, so much so that Cynthia practically forgot what she was supposed to do; her master was smiling, at her! This was a treat so sweet that she had half a mind to slap him and remind him of who he was supposed to be; still, it did what it was supposed to do, and reminded her of just how much trust the wolf was placing on her. It was as much of a display of affection as it was a dire warning not to screw things up, and the cat was determined, now more than ever, to make sure that she did the best she could.
The two exchanged their quiet farewells outside a door off to one side of the stage, after which Cynthia was ushered in. It was like travelling to a completely different house; the bright lights and overly-done decor gave way to an almost damp darkness and cramped spaces, all the slave girls more or less herded into a changing room by a group of manservants all wearing the same odd device around their necks as the announcer. Very few of them spoke, and those that did never went above a whisper, signalling for Cynthia and the other women to wait patiently for their turn. Still, it was one of the few occasions where they all had the freedom to speak without being spoken to first, and given the lack of cameras or other recording equipment, everyone in the dressing room took the opportunity to blow off some steam in the only way they really could in such a short amount of time: gossip.
This much was entirely new to Cynthia, who had never been around so many others like her, but she… liked it. It was relieving to know that the other women had the exact same issues she had, even if most of them were treated remarkably worse than herself; it served to reinforce the notion that Brandon truly was special, even if a large part of her kept reminding her that such thoughts were dangerous, and she’d do better to remember where she lay on the social ladder.
Another positive aspect was the complete and unrestricted access to one another’s bodies. Seeing as they were expected to traipse out into the stage while fully nude, most took the opportunity to strip as soon as they could, engaging in the time-honoured tradition of trying to assert themselves as the most beautiful in the room, depressingly similar to the verbal dick-measuring competition going on outside in the converted dining room. Cynthia had to admit, she thought she was rather large herself, but this was a whole new level; as much as she didn’t appreciate how plastic and fake those other women looked, it was impossible to keep a straight, unblushing face when confronted with the sort of curvaceous beauty those women flaunted without a single care in the world.
Even the smallest among them had breasts that covered a significant portion of their upper torso, with the largest going beyond the halfway mark to the navel; a majority were so stretched out that the surface of their mounds was visibly marred by stretch marks or veins trapped by overfilled implants and dangerously stretched thin skin, which seemed to throb with each heartbeat, stressing to the world just how much their bodies had been forced beyond what they should’ve been. A few had obvious surgical scars underneath their tits, while a blessed minority had them further down, presumably so their fur could help hide them. Their rears weren’t any better either, as seemingly this city’s high society had just as much fascination for butt implants as it did for breast ones, resulting in some incredibly disproportionate-looking silhouettes that were nonetheless flaunted as if they were the height of medical achievement. Cynthia, by comparison, had very little to her name in the size department, apart from that waterlogged belly of hers (which she was certain would give her trouble soon enough, given how the pressure and the need for a bathroom were both building up); sure, her breasts had swollen just enough compared to her initial size that anyone who knew her from before would be able to tell the difference, but it was still nothing compared to the full potential of the implants that Brandon had given her. Just slightly bigger than her head each, small stuff compared to some of the monsters on full display… but what she lacked in sheer size, she made up for in grace and delivery.
None of those other girls knew how to flaunt it. Most of them were probably born and raised in households where they were only ever expected to be groped while serving food or drinks, then smile back and ask if the person wanted a closer look or a deeper taste. None of them moved with the sort of confidence that betrayed the years of rigorous training that Cynthia herself had been subjected to, designed to titillate and tantalize more than anything else; they were one-trick ponies meant to make men hard, nothing else, while she was built from the ground up to get them to tremble underneath her grasp. She liked that. She liked that realization, it made her feel… superior, perhaps? It was the only time she ever felt any type of power. Maybe this is what Brandon felt, whenever he walked around among the lesser ones of his social stratum, looking down upon them from atop his well-earned perch; it brought a smile to her lips, a predatory one that was quite unlike her.
Cynthia’s belly, however, was starting to get in the way, not necessarily due to size, but the discomfort of simply drinking too much earlier; a punch to the gut would surely have made her vomit the gallons back up, though at least the sudden boost to self-confidence helped her to overcome or, more accurately, ignore the worst effects of it. Cynthia made a small show of getting up and heading to the center of the dressing room, taking the floor while simultaneously making it seem as if she was simply crossing the empty space, all while slowly slipping off the straps keeping her dress still on her. Their hips sashayed from side to side like a pendulum, striking at empty air and begging for something (or someone) to bump into, while her bust swayed with whatever bounce it still had left. She gracefully left her dress behind, bending down to show off her perfectly round bubble butt before hanging her attire on the nearest coat hook… and then sitting down on a chair, crossing her legs one over the other and holding her hands nestled neatly in her lap. She glanced down only to notice she couldn’t see them past her swollen bust, and then her gaze slowly returned back up to the room for something interesting to look at while she waited.
Silence had fallen over the rest of the crowd; clearly, her display had a much bigger impact than she had anticipated… which was fine. More than fine, in fact; if she managed to intimidate everyone by simply walking from point A to point B, then Cynthia could only imagine what it would be like once the actual show started. The looks of jealousy had already begun, forcing a smirk upon her lips; she was going to enjoy this.
“Five minutes.”
The call came from one of the doors, where the announcer stood, still with his back straight. Behind him, a narrow corridor leading to the stage.
“We shall call each one of you by name. You will perform one lap around the stage,” the man explained, his voice extremely loud, “you will do whatever is required of you, and then you will return here. Samantha Connolly.”
The delivery was so deadpan that the first person up took a few seconds to react, and judging by the expression on the manservant’s face, this didn’t bode well for her. She was led out through the corridor and unceremoniously pushed onto the stage, and though her moves left much to be desired, to Cynthia at least, that wasn’t the point of that night’s show; the other feline was meant to be ogled at and appreciated like a piece of meat, to be touched and groped and invited to do a great number of things that bordered on the obscene, all while keeping that wide, beaming and entirely artificial smile stamped on her face at all times. Such was their lot in life.
What followed were some of the worst moments of Cynthia’s life, given the complete lack of a bathroom that she could use. As the names were called out and hers refused to come up, she began to wonder whether her master had deliberately kept her as far down the list as possible; it would certainly make sense, given his desire for her to make an impression, to have her be the last slave girl on display… though, considering her current stuffed condition, she had to seriously doubt whether Brandon really knew what he was doing or if everything was just a twisted turn of fate. None of the manservants walking through responded when she begged them for a reprieve, apparently too busy carrying out their inscrutable orders; wasn’t made any better by several of the returning women giving Cynthia a look that screamed “Now you do better!”, making her regret her own decision to show off when she could’ve just sat down and not rocked the boat.
An hour passed, and everyone else had been called out. Things were looking to be making a turn for the worse, when suddenly:
“Cynthia Dorden.”
That wasn’t her last name… but it was Brandon’s.
A switch flipped inside of her. Suddenly, the need to use a restroom vanished, the fear melted away, and the back bent by the strain of her needing to relieve herself shot back to as straight as it could. On getting to her feet, the cat knew that she was going to be regretting this the moment she walked back from the stage, and indeed, she caught a couple of whispers wishing for her to have an unfortunate accident, but did the only thing she could and promptly ignored them. Her name had been called, and it was her turn to shine; she was no longer Cynthia, she was her master’s kitten, his Kitten, his plaything, his pet project, his investment… and she was about to pay off.
The crowd waiting for her at the end of dark, dingy corridor had already been primed by about an hour of subpar displays, yet somehow was hooting and hollering like a bunch of hooligans at the end of a football game… all except for Brandon, who watched her attentively from his seat, at a table located conspicuously close to the front end of the runway. He was sitting with a sharply-dressed man and someone in a servant’s uniform, both of whom seemed to have been holding a conversation before she was walked onto the stage; could it be that her master had gotten in touch with someone important? If so, she better put on her best performance.
And was there ever any other choice? For the first time in what felt like months, Cynthia could finally cut loose and put her skills to work, the same ones her previous owner had spent years honing to the point of near perfection, the same ones that she feared had gone rusty from lack of use. As a specially-trained housecat, her role wasn’t to be just another piece of easily disposable plastic, but something greater; a full course meal to everyone else’s appetizers, a palate cleanser after a particularly bland dish. She was the one thing that everyone present would remember when they went back home that night, and if it meant bringing her body to the breaking point, considering the immense urge she had to do something about that bloated belly of hers, then so be it; embarrassment in the backstage dressing room was worth giving the best performance of her life on that stage that night.
And so she strutted forwards, onto the stage proper, each step accentuated by an exaggerated motion of her thighs, each movement bringing to light some part of her enhanced body, be it through her breasts swaying from side to side, the alluring bounce of her plush rear, or even the quiet sloshing of her water-filled belly; as much as it looked strikingly out of place on her, it was on her, and thus it was her job to make it as enticing as possible. She held out her hands to everyone who did the same, looking them in the eyes for just long enough that their undignified comments died down and they sunk back into their chairs. She had no intention of going through with anything they were asking her to do, though that would be through no fault of her own; after all, if they couldn’t withstand her sultry stare for even a few seconds, what hope could they have of going any further?
She continued to do this through her slow walk to the front, sincerely hoping to find at least one person who could mirror her intensity, only to find nothing but an endless supply of blowhards who deflated the moment they actually had the opportunity to take advantage of her. The loud comments began to wane, the room quieted down, and suddenly everyone was made acutely aware that there was a band playing soft chamber music somewhere near the lobby. Brandon was looking directly at her with utmost approval obvious upon his face, his supposed business colleague mirroring the expression and quietly telling his manservant to write down a few things while keeping his eyes on her. She had them all wrapped around her middle finger.
So she stopped at the end of the stage, brought her feet together, hands behind her back, and took a short bow… towards her own master.
Whispers. Just as planned.
Both Brandon and whoever the other man was kept looking directly at her, the only ones to do so throughout her whole display; that the former could do it was not a surprise to her, but that the latter held her gaze just as intensely as she held his was… far more exhilarating than it had any right to be. It reminded her of the same raw energy that her master often imposed upon her through sheer presence, a dominance that needed no words to be expressed, only actions; and indeed, all he had to do was lift his hand and slowly tilt his head for Cynthia to know that she’d done a good job. That sly, semi-hidden smile, that unknowable whisper he gave to his assistant, as well as Brandon’s own muscles relaxing all combined to let her know that she was good now, she was safe; her ordeal was over and now she could finally get some reli-
“Please, join us.”
It wasn’t her master or his prospective business partner that said this, nor any of the other men leerily feasting upon the sight of her body, but the nondescript manservant sitting by his two betters. His voice magnified by the device bound to his throat, it was clear from his tone that it wasn’t a request, but a command; it had been… some time since the cat had seen anyone that far down the social ladder issue orders, but still knew better than to deny anything thrown her away; after all, Brandon told her to obey everything she was told to do. She was just being a good slave girl for him.
Carefully, Cynthia descended from the stage and took a seat next to the three men waiting for her, on a chair left conspicuously empty and pulled back far enough that she didn’t need to pull on it. As was expected, the cat said nothing, waiting for someone else to take initiative; instead, she sat up with her back straight, chest puffed outwards, and her hands crossed over her lap, like she was supposed to. The man beside Brandon, an odd-looking, scruffy feline themselves, kept looking at her… but at her, specifically; not her breasts, not her ass, not her belly that kept giving her issues and a deep desire to find a restroom, but her, at her eyes and nothing else. It took a surprising amount of willpower, she found, for anyone to focus that much and not allow their gaze to falter, and yet he managed to accomplish it, something their manservant absolutely did not. All around them, the whispering kept growing louder, with rampant speculation reaching Cynthia’s ears and perking up Brandon’s own; the crowd demanded some sort of compensation for having their prize taken away from them, and as the master of the house, the older cat had to provide. With a snap of his fingers, his assistant got up and ran off, vanishing into a hitherto-unused door.
“The show will resume momentarily,” the scruffy cat announced loudly, “please, make good use of the refreshments!”
His words were cordial, his tone less so; it was clear this man had as much regard for his guests as her master did.
“Miss Cynthia, I presume?” they carried on, speaking much lower and taking advantage of the sudden wave of louder conversation erupting around them, “I’ve had the most delightful little chat with your proprietor over the course of our little soirée, and I have to say, I am most glad that the expectations he built lived up to reality. Clearly, I have to reevaluate my opinion of the esteemed Mr. Dorden.”
Cynthia wanted to smile, but didn’t; to show any signs of contentedness before anything was signed tended to be a death sentence.
“And in fact, we were discussing our own particular… methods,” the feline added, “I am to believe that you have had string implants provided to you by your generous master?”
Cynthia nodded, daring to take a glance at Brandon, whose calm demeanor helped reassure her that things were going in the right direction.
“Curious, curious indeed… you see, my darling Cynthia, I too have my own pet project, a fellow feline of ours who I happened to purchase some time ago. I’ve been meaning to bring her out to my little shows, but alas, I fear that her health hasn’t been the best; she was always quite frail you see, and the modifications took a toll on her that even I couldn’t have expected. But after a tip provided by Mr. Dorden himself” - the cat nodded towards Brandon, who allowed himself to smile - “I was put in contact with a pharmaceutical company that provided the… let us say, necessary arrangements for my most beautiful of properties to be here tonight. And I believe that we can all learn something useful with her.”
The man fell quiet, his last words having so many possible interpretations that Cynthia was left wondering just what exactly she was meant to take from them; Brandon, too, looked to be more apprehensive than before. Was this part of the plan? Had they just walked into a trap of sorts? What kind of person would this mystery woman be? All of these questions and so many more swam inside of Cynthia’s mind for the few minutes the three of them sat in silence, before she began to grow distracted by the pressure in her lower body again. It hit hard that time, hard enough that she was about to ask her master for permission to head to the restroom in an act of utter insanity, before she heard them:
The footsteps.
Each one was heavy, heavy enough that she heard them coming even over the hubbub of the crowd, even when muffled by the walls. Low moaning came from the side of the stage opposite the dressing room, next to a door where two servants waited patiently for… something. Cynthia didn’t know where it led, nor who was coming towards them, but one thing was for certain: they sounded like they were in severe discomfort. That was when the door was opened from the inside, and suddenly everyone next to it went quiet, deathly quiet, a silence that spread like wildfire through that night’s guests once the source of the moaning noises was revealed.
To call what came through the doors a feline was generous, as there was very little of the original lynx in there compared to… all of the other stuff. The poor thing could barely even walk on her own, with the two waiting manservants immediately taking one arm over their shoulders each and setting the pace themselves; the girl’s eyes were glazed over, her mouth was kept open in a semi-perpetual state of complaint, seemingly unable to produce any sounds that weren’t groans or moans of pain… and it was clear to see why that was. Her breasts were enormous, big enough that her torso was completely obscured, each one wide enough to be wider than the torso itself was, and so obviously artificial that the veins underneath their skin practically popped and throbbed with each motion. There was no sway, no jiggle, just solidity and rigidity; whatever those things were stuffed with, they were half a second and a pinprick away from exploding, and indeed if Cynthia listened closely, she could hear the sounds of creaking emanating from them. The rest of the artificial lynx wasn’t any better, with a set of very obvious butt implants creating a monstrosity of a rear, practically deformed in how much it jutted out, with the reallocated fat on her hips giving her the sort of figure that only those depraved enough to participate in such ceremonies could ever hope to find alluring.
And they did. With each “step” that she “took”, more dragged by the servants than anything else, the more the crowd erupted into loud cheers again, demanding to have a touch, pleading to get closer, and drawing disgusted grimaces from both her owner, Brandon, and Cynthia herself. The other girl obviously wasn’t even there; whatever she was like, her true consciousness was hidden underneath a chemical haze of painkillers and who knew what else, doped up and knocked out and needing others to move her around; hell, Cynthia doubted she’d be able to walk on her own even if she wasn’t half-asleep, considering how much the skin on those… everythings, were stretching.
“A good investment,” the master of the house spoke up, “and, I believe, a lesson. Isn’t that right, Mr. Dorden?”
Brandon said nothing, but reached for a glass of wine; the shock that had been so present on him had given way to something else, something mildly resembling… fascination.
Cynthia didn’t like the look on his face. |
Ken wandered the ancient path over small grassy hills on the way to a hidden nook he found himself returning to more often than he would like to admit to himself. He was in the tail end of his highschool career so already a man, but not always feeling the role. The countryside he walked was quite a trek from his house, but he did not mind it. Old castles dotted the area, some preserved as historical sites and others restored- but the one he was approaching on was nearly entirely reduced to pebbles. A relic long forgotten by most. Ken had short dark brown hair that rustled in the steady, warm wind. His eyes were pale brown and while he was decently tall, his physique was not very impressive.
He made the walk here many times before, to a hidden corner of the ruins all to himself to hide away from his problems and...let off steam. As he arrived and looked for the gap in the leaning stone wall an odd butterfly fluttered very close to his face several times. He gently swatted it away, and he could have sworn he heard someone's voice. He froze to listen for it again but it never reoccurred. Ken knew other people came to these ruins to hang out but his corner was hidden away and he needed it to remained hidden. Inside the only corner left completely standing was the isolated corner of the former courtyard. Here he kept his stash of lewd imagery. From scantily dressed girls in advertising to actual nude images cut from magazines he found through various means over the years. His parents were an odd pair and a bit paranoid- which made 'alone time' rather difficult. Even though he could get porn on his phone, they would manage to find it in his history eventually, so he had to resort to his hidden getaway- far enough that their search could not find. His parents were not the reason for his need to de-stress though, as odd as they were, they were still good people. He had his eye on a beautiful girl from his classes for a while now, and honestly her sister as well since they are identical twins. Thanks to a bully, he blew his chance of asking her to prom as the ultimate icebreaker. As it currently stood he didn't want to ever go back to his school again. He would need to trick his parents but it actually was possible for him to evade school- it was that close to the end of the year and he already had the grades to graduate without problem.
He made his way through the dark chamber familiar only to him, holding his cell phone out to light the way through. He was surprised to find it was not the only source of light present, like it should be. The odd butterfly fluttered by again, seemingly dancing circles around him. It was entirely unaffected by the dark and its body was as well lit and refracted just as much light as it did outside. It was pastel blue and candy green with a few white patches, and oddly its wing tips had the appearance of lace. When Ken stopped to get a better look at the little creature, it stopped as well. It fluttered in place as if to wait for him. It seemed to grow tired of waiting though, and landed on the wall beside him. As soon as its wings slowed, the illusion of light left its body and the shadows hid it. When Ken moved his phone over to it to light it again, it was missing- it had vanished! His parents were strong believers in magic, so he had always been accepting of some concepts and theories, but still thought the extent his parents went on about it to be a little nuts. He wasn't seeing things, it influenced the environment around it, he could feel the beating of its wings and he even swatted it once! He couldn't really investigate it if it up and vanishes on him so his mind quickly returned to his own woes and why he was here to try and forget them.
He staggered out into the light of the hidden court, blinded for a good minute thanks to the contrast between the sealed hall. The divide between was not a door, but simply several moved stone blocks from the lower wall. It was early afternoon so the sun was quite warm and the court was sealed off from wind, so it made it rather comfortable. The very long grass that overtook the remnants of a stone walk was pushed down by the steps of his last visits here. He was about to stick his hand immediately into his pants once he could see again but froze in place like a deer on a highway. There was someone here, alone! Ken's pants still started to tent in spite of his confusion though, because the invader was female and one hundred percent naked. There was many things wrong with this picture and the most troubling was that she was ethereal. He could partially see through her, it was like her entire body was a dense, colored mist. Secondly, she had the exact appearance of one of the women from his porn stash! At first he thought she was a ghost, but that made no sense- why would she be here, and also the woman was still alive so how could she have a ghost in the first place. Ken deliberately made more noise moving to get her attention while he was still a distance away. It was clear that she was looking at his stash, but hopefully never puts two and two together and links the stash to its owner. She only half turned to him and gave him a rather warm smile, and even that was odd given the circumstances.
The ethereal woman said nothing however, forcing Ken to have the first word anyway. "Uhm...who are you, and what are you doing in a place like this?"
She stood up straight and fully faced him in her unabashed nude glory. "Arcane. Here to see you!"
That created questions without actually answering any. "Erm, Arcane? That is an unusual name, why do you want to see me? How do you even know me?"
Her form seemed to break up and spiral up and inward on itself and formed back into the odd butterfly. It fluttered over to Ken, and from within his own thoughts he heard her giggle. She spoke to his mind with an apparently very limited vocabulary. Arcane explained that she was not really a living being at all, but rather a force- raw animate power. Once thousands of years ago she had a physical body she called her own but it was sealed away in 'a place beyond dreams'. Because she was sealed away her time in physical reality was quite limited and she phased into it only here and there- and only in certain locations. Ken tried to ask why she was sealed away but she didn't seem to actually know, but also did not seem to really mind. He asked her why she wanted to see him and she explained this castle ruin used to be a place of magic. She is able to materialize in his world in this place more than any other, and thus had seen him here before, and was curious about him and what he was doing. She apparently had no idea what masterbation was, and thought he was preforming some sort of ritual. Being one of the two sources of magic in the world- back when it still existed in this world- she was obviously drawn to a potential ritual she was not already familiar with.
"I was...masterbating...it is not a ritual it is a shitty substitute for sex." His face was red, even though his voice and expression remained unfaltering.
"Ssssex....uhh..."
Was she messing with him, or did she seriously not know? "Uh, when people use their genitals...that thing creatures do to make babies, and pleasure..."
"Oh yes! Arcane knows this thing! Arcane thought it was called fucking..." Her antennae lowered in frustration. "Why then though? Why does Ken do the masterbation and not the sex instead, its more fun!" Her voice sounded very young and chipper, despite being several thousands of years old.
Ken sighed sadly. "I don't have a girlfriend to have it with. And the girl I was going to ask out isn't going to go out with me now, so I blew my chance."
Arcane tilted her head. "How does Ken know what girl will say? Maybe yes."
Ken's face turned even more red, his expression both frustration and embarrassment. "A bully got me in my high school. Normally bullies are just annoying but he caught me off guard...I...needed to go to the bathroom, bad. He put me in a headlock, bent me over and was goofing around and...and...I shit myself in front of everyone, badly! The girl I was going to ask out was there to, since we share several classes." Ken paused a moment in thought. "Actually now that I think of it, it might not have been her, it could have been her twin sister. But, she would find out quickly enough anyway. The entire school will know within a day!"
Arcane was worryingly silent for several long moments. "That is pretty bad. But, if Ken is mature about it, then anypeoples who aren't also are big dummies anyway! Ken should ask girl anyway, girl may say agree!"
There was another rather awkward silence between them, Ken was about to break it but didn't know what to say. Arcane broke the silence with a tone of voice as if the was no pause and she was just resuming. "Ken going to do the masterbate now, isn't that why Ken is here?"
Ken's face hardly lost its red tone from telling his embarrassing story and now his head heated up again. "I can't do that now that you are here!!"
"But...Arcane was here other times too, although...you didn't know it was Arcane apparently. Oh, I see, you don't need the masterbate if you have sex!"
The form of the butterfly exploded into colored mist again and this time formed into a woman he was not familiar with. She had huge breasts with large and prominent nipples, tiny waist with big rounded hips and long statuesque legs. Her long bobbed hair was white as snow, and her eyes silver. A black tattoo of a butterfly marked her left thigh. This time her body was solid.
Ken raised an eyebrow, not sure what to make of the situation. "Uh...what are you doing again?"
Arcane looked like she did not understand the question. "Having sex with Ken, you couldn't do a butterfly un-..." Now her face turned a bit red. "Oh, unless Ken's thingy is really small to fit in a butterfly, I can tr-"
"Of course it's not! That's not even physically possible!"
Arcane giggled whimsically. "The physics do not apply to Arcane! Arcane can do anything!" She tossed her arms up as if to cheer herself on.
"Even erase peoples memory of that event at school? Or better yet, turn back time and have it not happen at all!?"
Ken felt a little spark of fear as Arcane's chipper attitude vanished for a moment. Her face was quite serious. "Yes. But Arcane will not. There are things never to tamper with." Her face brightened again very quickly. "But Arcane can do things like the sex, and I can be anything you like, or turn you into something or-"
Ken raised his hand to stop her. "Wait...you can make alterations to me...permanently?"
Arcane tilted her head, trying to understand where he was going with this. "If Ken wants them to be, sure."
His mind filled with ideas now! He could alter his appearance so radically that no one at school would even recognise him! But that would cause a lot of complications as well, and without a job and some savings first, he could not up and leave his current life and hope to be able to materialize another. But the school year was ending soon, so it almost seemed like a waste to try and salvage the train wreck he turned it into. He had to be smart about this- this being boasted infinite power and had thus far not given him a reason to doubt her. He decided to give himself a perfect body, to have the ultimate pleasure! He would be so flawless that the sisters would fall over themselves to be with him regardless of the fiasco! He would be so great that his smile alone would land him jobs. The thing was, Arcane did not seem to be the brightest bulb. He could not give her a generic wish like give me the perfect body. He had to be specific and list changes one by one to prevent her from screwing it up.
First a semi-pleasurable tightness inhabited him, farther back than he expected- almost in his anus. It radiated right to the tip of his penis but was strongest the farther back it was. His penis became erect unnaturally quick, and his scrotum tightened a bit around his balls. Once he was fully erect the pleasant tightness moved into the very core of either testicle and strengthened in the shaft- especially the base. Nothing visibly happened during this shift.
Arcane was looking at him intently, able to see through his clothing while he had to open the waistband to see her handiwork. "It's taking slow 'cuz your thingy wasn't standing yet. If its all the same to Ken, Arcane is going to keep it up till we are done. Makes easy."
Ken squirmed as the pressure surged so much he was sure it would start hurting, but it never did. Each time the pressure surged his shaft jumped and became longer and very slightly thicker. His balls increased as well, which was quite visible with his scrotum tightened. As it got bigger the veins became more pronounced to feed the organ the blood it needed, and the veins stiffened with a throb just before the shaft each time. When it was all done his penis still made several throbs on its own from arousal, and a single bead of precum sat on the tip. Ken pulled his waistband down a bit more and let his balls weigh it in place to let his genitals breath. Their new size eroded his modesty with them rather quickly. Arcane encouraged him to at least give a few test strokes. Ken wanted to but was not sure what he should be doing with Arcane right there looking at him. He grabbed it firmly right in the middle and gave it a few slow motions and then several fast.
"Huh...feels the same. I was always under the impression bigger cocks felt better too, you know- more sensitive."
"Arcane could do that too, but- Ken is using it wrong."
She grabbed his free hand before he could protest and placed it on his shaft. He hesitantly tried to jerk it her way but while he was big, he wasn't THAT big- there wasn't enough room on his shaft to jerk properly with both hands on. She then shook her head at him and told him not to try and piston it- tug and twist with both hands, in sync, and with a more loose grip. The second he tried that the cock throbbed hard with pleasure and released a trail of pre. Arcane smiled and nodded, explaining that the cock was bigger and thus had more nerve endings, but his hand was still the same size and wasn't covering any of the new nerves. Unless he wanted bigger hands, this new technique would be necessary to take advantage of the new size. Ken felt the familiar warm tingling in his balls that told him an orgasm was approaching after a few seconds of exploring, so he stopped to let it cool down for now.
He smiled playfully at Arcane. "You sure seem pretty handy with cock for a girl."
Arcane seemed mildly puzzled. "Arcane has no gender, Arcane is not mortal."
"So wait, that means you've taken on male bodies too?"
She laughed and gave him a playful shove. "Don't be such a prude!"
Ken wanted to put his new tool to use but figured it would make more sense to do all the transforming he wanted before hand and test it all at once. Arcane could see what he was thinking though and countered with her own plan. Instead of approaching with his mind, why not his body? She could skip to the sex and transform him as they go, making improvements as needed and keep what he liked after. She made it a point though to ask him to trust her...he would need to keep absolute faith in what she was doing. She did not tell him, but she was going to make changes he would not approve of- at least with rational thought. He agreed, it was a once in a lifetime opportunity to begin with and Arcane shows no sign of malicious intent.
He did not want to say anything, but Ken was actually a virgin, plus the fact they were outside and barely knew each other. She took him by the hands with his junk still hanging out from his waistband and lead him into a patch of yet undisturbed grass.
He was hesitant to say anything at the risk he offend her, but spoke up anyway before they continued. "If you are just going by what form I would prefer...that one is a little...too sexual, I guess? A-anyway, when I was little I sort of had a crush on this cartoon mermaid-"
"Oooh. Hope Ken is a good swimmer!"
"NO! I can't swim at all, I was going to say there is a mythical creature tha-"
Arcane silenced him with a finger over his lips and a smile, knowing what he meant already. Her nails became sharp and black as she turned to show a small tail growing from her rump. It grew in surges like Ken's penis had except that it grew several inches with each. By the time it was longer than she is tall, the flesh on it's surface looked to bubble up a bit, change color, and harden. It formed into a hide of black scales that had a deep purple shine, and still the tail grew rapidly. It grew around her legs, across to Ken, around his legs and still farther. In but two such bursts of growth the titanic tail completely absorbed her legs into it, so she was snake from the hip down- a naga. The tail was made of almost completely solid muscle and was so long it covered the entire area, folding and slithering among even its own coils.
With a large loop of tail Arcane shoved Ken toward her. He tripped over another roll of her tail and she put out her hand to stop him from tumbling into her. Arcane's open palm hitting his chest sent a reverberance through his entire body that quickly turned into a tightness. All of his muscles painlessly contracted and stretched larger before relaxing again. His penis gave a bob of approval knocking another drop of pre free of it. Arcane's coils quickly tightened in around Ken, holding his legs in place and drawing him into her. She arched back and thrust her hips into his cock. The area of her upper tail did not appear to have anything there at fist, but after being stimulated a bit it puffed out, causing the opening to split open on its own and immediately released a line of moisture down her from the bottom of the hot cleft.
The vagina itself was gigantic even for him, but plenty muscular enough to grip him well regardless. Because he was nearly on the edge before and backed down, he sadly did not last long at all under the relentless milking of her vaginal walls. He quickly remembered that she said she would keep him up however, and a moment after his orgasm ended, he felt just as aroused, just as ready to go, and his penis did not even begin to soften. It did the opposite in fact- the pulsing travelling the full length from prostate to glans began again as his penis and balls grew a bit more, causing the vagina to tighten further on him. He started to thrust into her again but lost his balance because she had his feet anchored, but he did not fall far at all, a curve of hr tail raised to act as a seat and brought him back in. The pressure from her firm and warm tail against his taint- especially with the growth running through it acted as even more stimulation. The pulsing was almost as intense as orgasms themselves and his actual second orgasm was a whole new level of pleasure he didn't know existed. He was practically seeing stars as his cock jerked as tight as steel several times holding its rigidity for a full second each time. Apparently he was releasing a lot more cum to match the size of his balls, which was why the pulses came from so far back- his prostate was mutating as well. He actually did not notice till he was catching his breath that all his clothes were extremely tight...his muscles were all considerably bigger.
As out of breath as he was, his penis still needed release, and was still slowly growing. Arcane laid him down before he could say anything against the continued growth- which was approaching the limits he would have placed. She pulled off of his cock to lay him out and he got a view finally of its very nearly ten inch length. The head was an angry purple from all the stimulation but lack of relief. It was so stiff and aroused it was pulsing on its own even between the growth pulses. Arcane spun around him quickly dragging her extremely heavy but soft tail over him, in a circle so that all four of his limbs were now pinned under her bulk. The only part of him able to stand up now was his penis. She mentioned his larger load meant longer orgasms and more pleasure for less in between time- so she would expand on that! It was a feeling of a good stretch, scratching an itch you didn't know you had, or the release of pressure you didn't know was there. It was so intense he started to cum only a second into this new transformation on his balls, with thick arched spurts of his now more dense and heavy cum. He would have been squirming in bliss if the tail allowed him any movement. He barely heard her announce it over the heavy slapping sound of each blast of cum coming back down on his now soaked and tight shirt. She had given him pig testicles- sized accordingly vs his human body- putting each testicle at the size of a small soccer ball. Unlike a soccer ball however, had he been able to stand he would immediately notice they weighed a LOT. An unspoken side effect of this however, was that his feeling of needing to cum was much stronger now. He felt so backed up! His scrotum was also stretched to the limit now, hairless but textured plenty with huge throbbing veins. As he groaned with need his muscles gave a small and sudden throb and a ripping sound could be heard as his clothes reached their own limit of tightness, tearing slightly.
Arcane hummed over her handiwork while looking down at him. She could tell between gasps and groans he was trying to get a word in and she did not want him to get the chance, so she moved the very end of her tail in on him. He did not see it coming as his head was spinning from other sensations- but he did feel it enter his anus, pulling his taught pants down in the back. Before he could even form a protest the sensitivity of his prostate went into overdrive and he came hard again, practically painting his shirt white. The stream was strong enough to hit himself in the lower face and the blasts kept coming for nearly twenty seconds and the aftershocks for still longer. His vision was doubled from the intensity and he didn't even hear Arcane announce her revision. His scrotum and balls were miss-matched! She transformed him to have the scrotum of a bull. It became very thick but also soft and loose as it lengthened greatly. If he stood, his balls would only be an inch off the ground.
Even having Arcane's tail overlapping them, Ken could both feel and see his feet were transforming! When he finally inhailed enough breath into his lungs to actually speak, he asked in as demanding a tone as he could manage- just what was she doing to his legs and why. Arcane just shrugged and told him he should know what they say about men with big feet. As if reminding herself though, she looked questioningly at his penis.
"Love the vein ribbing myself but...it intimidates a lot of girls, and, let's face it- you're big for a human but why not be huge!? Put other guys to shame and rival beasts at the same time! I shall make you hung like-" Ken groaned, having avoided using the term 'hung like a horse' to evade this very thing, "-a whale!"
His eyes shot open immediately wide. Did she just say a fucking whale!? The throbbing seemed to stop in his penis and the outward pressure that made up each now no longer ended, and became more focused into an upward growth rather than all around. He had no idea what a whale penis looked like but he didn't exactly want to either. The veins and shape of his phallus became less and less defined and the skin took a distinctly pink hue. It became pointier as it stretched still longer till his glans were just another part of the shaft. She gripped his staff firmly and the entire thing gave a tightening jerk- apparently more sensitive. She tugged on it as if to pull it out from him and it responded by speeding up its change and releasing another ejaculation. Because of the pointed end the stream seemed more focussed and flew up quite far before raining back down on the entire area, the urethra was obviously much larger now too though, so the volume released at once was much greater too. His muscles all gave another surge as he came and this time his entire outfit tore quite a bit, showing a lot of skin everywhere. He felt really powerful and masculine- like he wanted to rip a mountain out of the earth and throw it, just because he could! But at the same time he felt a bit trapped and at Arcane's mercy. She had him pinned, he couldn't move enough to put his strength to use and lift her, and even before that- he was at the mercy of the flood welling up perpetually in his balls. And he did not even notice the two nub-like horns starting grow from his head!
The penis is longer than he is tall, it looked to be about six feet long and was so thick at the base that there was almost no space between his cock and naval now- it was twice as thick as his former arms and equal to his current ones. It seemed to rock back and forth, as a tower that was too big to support its own weight, but was just his magnified heart beat within it. Normally a penis even a quarter of this size would kill him from blood loss, and increasing the amount of blood would destroy the blood pressure and still kill him because his heart isn't big enough. The shaft seemed to have a bend in it too, but that was just its natural shape. She gripped his penis again, now using both hands to twist gently and took a very long lick up the top half of the shaft. The pulse it gave almost seemed to go backwards and he could feel another muscle throb coming. He tried his best to resist against the feeling- and regain control of his body that was clearly out of hand. All his resistance did was greatly increase the size of his horns- an appropriate response to his bullheadedness. The horns were now large enough that he could feel their weight, and in surprise let his defenses down- the remains of his clothes exploded off of him as his muscles increased in size again! As if in compensation for the absence of clothing- his body started to get hairier. The backs of his arms, his face, his chest, and especially his legs.
Arcane pulled the tip of his shaft from her plush lips and smacked them together as if tasting some fine food. "Not bad. But...it could use a bit of...FLARE!"
He groaned loudly as another change took his penis. Like watching some alien flower bloom, the width of the end increased greatly, widening the shaft just far enough down from it to properly transition. The head was solid and slightly rounded, the corona was bumpy and very broad, and the urethra stuck out a bit from the head. The skin was jet black and transitioned to mottled and then to the still pink lower half. The flared end looked almost like a toilet plunger in shape from the side. He now had the head of a horses penis!
Before she could reach out to cup it in a palm he used the chance to exert his strength, lifting her massive coils. His horns grew more and more from his resistance and his normal human thoughts degraded more with their increased size. His mind was flooded with thoughts of sex and releasing the pressure in his huge balls, and he was thinking much more aggressively. He practically tossed her off him with arms thicker than telephone polls. He gave a mighty snort in approval at being able to throw the female down and be able to plow her on his own terms now, but in doing that he finally noticed his nose. It was a short snout! He had a human-sized bulls head! He looked down to see the changes she made to his legs earlier and seen the hair was now fur...he had the legs and tail of an over-muscled goat. His arms were so huge compared to the rest of him he might as well walk like a gorilla! Thanks to the insane size of his horns, he had the posture of a gorilla- the horns were so massive he could barely keep his head up! They were bull horns in shape but were heavily ribbed like a goats.
He snorted at her again and his cock twitched causing the long shaft to bob as if to add its own two-cents. "What did turn Ken into?" He realised thinking of the words he wanted was hard now.
Which was ironic because Arcane seemed to be talking clearly now. "A Minosataur! Well, except your junk- that's an original! And speaking of...you knotty boy!"
As if on queue his cock gave a mighty heave, thumping against his chest and bopping the end of his snout. He half grabbed it at the base to hold it steady and half tried to shield it from her, futilely. The base radiated an immense pressure and tuned darker pink and then nearly red as the number of veins in that area increased greatly. Even harder than the rest of the rigid cock, the base swelled out in several places, ballooning out against his grip. It formed into a titanic dog's knot. Several hard throbs and strands of pre later he managed to steady himself enough to charge her! Jumping over several loops of her tail that tried to close in on him- he turned his shoulder to her and knocked her torso to a soft bed of grass.
Before she could recover, his tongue was exploring her mouth and he grabbed both her wrists and pinned them down at her sides. He abruptly thrust into her but stopped a few inches in, as to not rupture anything. With each thrust however he went deeper and deeper. His cock was longer than the distance between her vagina and face yet he hilted without any problem. His scrotum made loud slapping sounds against her smooth black scales, and when he approached his limit quickly the end of her tail found and invaded his rear again to attack his prostate directly. After a good twenty seconds of cumming it started to burst out from around his cock as it kept coming. Before the orgasm even fully stopped Arcane pulled her arms free and grabbed his horns. As soon as her firm grip was on either horn Ken's rational thought returned!
She smiled at him warmly. "Okies! Know what Ken wants to keep?"
He spoke breathlessly as he was still winded from everything, and a bit confused. "T-that was all an act? Wait, you were talking normal before!"
Her face turned red and she broke eye contact quickly. "That is because of some turmoil in my past, in ages forgotten." She renewed her smile. "That is why Arcane talks like this now! Arcane is new being now, no past to bother Arcane."
Deep in her eyes, beyond the innocence and cheer, Ken could swear he seen a pleading look- asking him not to dredge up her hated memories. "That's fine...but could you remove, like...every animal feature from me? To start."
Arcane pouted but Ken's body still flared with a brilliant light before falling away as vapor, leaving a very muscular version of himself, though his phallus remained.
"Uhm, the penis is still animal...five animals, in fact."
Arcane groaned loudly at him. "But it feels good on Ken, ya?"
"It's too big to fit in anyone, or heck, 90% of most animals for that matter! If I walked back into town with this thing I would be on some government autopsy table by the end of the day!"
Arcane's massive form evaporated and re-collided into a humanoid one, but this time with tiny pert breasts and the lower body of a doe. Her hair was wildly wavy earthen brown filled with tiny purple forget-me-not flowers and a large rack of stag's antlers, each tong capped with gold with a different shaped amethyst hanging from them.
She turned her hip and stuck her butt out a bit, flicking her tail for him. "One more go? Arcane wants Ken to think only what Ken wants- what the rest of the world thinks don't matter none."
He sighed and shrugged in agreement, she had not relented on his arousal level so he certainly felt like getting off again, but he also felt another spell grip him. She told him if it was going to be their last go at it, it might as well be a big one. A tremendous pressure welled up in his shaft, equally down the entire length. He thought she was making it thicker till he seen depressions appearing down the length. With a strangely pleasurable feeling wracking him, he watched with both curiosity and horror as his penis split into three identical ones of the same size and proportion! Before he could recover enough to ask how that was even suposed to work he felt the pressure enter his balls. They started to grow even more massive but a depression formed in them as well, and they split into four huge balls! Arcane herself laid down to get ready, and playfully rolled in the grass. As she rolled her image seemed to blur, but it was actually splitting as well. The end result was three sets of lower halves, three torsos fused together at the upper back, and a single head with three faces and three sets of ornate antlers all tangled together at the top.
Chuckling a bit at the insanity of the situation, Ken shrugged it off and stepped down to enter her. He was almost pulled onto his hands and knees when the swing of his balls caught him off guard- they weighed a ton! It was weird because he had to start from so far back, his multitude of cocks reached her long before he did. His knots pressed on one another which meant the tips of his cocks naturally separated quite some distance. Using her multitude of arms, Arcane held herself still while she bent her hips out as far away from each other as her spine would allow to meet each flared head. Normally only extreme arousal or an imminent orgasm would flare an actual horse cock but Ken was trapped in that state even before going in. The flare made each much larger than her vagina, causing him to have to thrust several times to finally pop into her like a triple battering ram. The flared head pleasurably scraped the walls of her vagina, causing them to contract and expand in pleasure- each expansion allowed the flare deeper and each contraction milked the shaft after it. Her hips were forced back together the farther in he got as the bases of all three cocks were side by side- the pressure of his cocks fighting one another for room only increased the pleasure! With a mighty thrust he found their limit about a quarter of the way over his knots, they were just too huge to fit in, even with her clearly magical vagina.
Arcane giggled at him, looking down at his huge swinging sack with a flushed red face. "The balls are touching!"
He groaned at her childish humor and thrust into her aggressively to silence her. The pleasure was insanely high the entire time- the world around them faded to white and it was impossible for him to concentrate enough to form any thoughts other than- thrust. She wasn't manipulating his thoughts anymore- it was just complete nervous system overload! He lasted surprisingly long, going for at least ten minutes this time though she may have been helping him with that. When he was getting close he noticed that half his knots were inside her now! If he could get past the halfway point the rest would go in effortlessly. With one long and powerful thrust he finally managed the entire set inside her, putting him closer to the edge. He tried to pull back and thrust in again, but found the knots locked his cocks where they were, and the pleasure of yanking back on them tipped him over. The knots felt like they were trying to grow even bigger but the flesh could no longer stretch anymore. The pressure and force of the cum firing up his three long lengths allowed him to feel every inch of the flow, and blacked out from complete overload.
Ken woke up slowly feeling a bit chilly. As he slowly lifted himself off the ground he could tell he had been out for some time, by how the grass had heavily imprinted itself into his skin. His body was completely back to how it had been before he came here, perhaps very slightly better muscled, but that only brought him up to most peoples average. His penis was a full inch larger than when he arrived and his balls seemed slightly bigger. When he reached down to cup them though he immediately noticed there was four- not two. Arcane giggled and told him his stamina 'could use work' so she let him keep the second set, so when one set finished the other kicked in- and it was fairly easy to hide. She explained that she went through his thoughts as he slept and removed what he didn't think he really needed, and ultimately that brought him back to square one. He had been horny and frustrated, but changing himself into something else wasn't really going to solve any of his problems or make life easier in the long run. Ken nodded to her in her butterfly form and thanked her.
Arcane fluttered up around his head. "It was fun, and Arcane had lots of pleasure with Ken, and fixed the problem with the sex!" She flew a little lower as her wings grew tired. "Arcane is still sealed in another place tho...Arcane can only leak into this world for so long. Arcane out of time."
Ken looked down at himself and raised his arms out as if to emphasize. "W-wait, my clothes are annihilated! How am I going to get back home, I am completely naked!"
There was a moments pause as her form started to fade. "...oops. Uhm...good luck!"
And with that she was gone. He had no idea if he would ever see her, or...it again. She said she could leak into this world as if she had done it many times, but she was also several thousands of years old- how many hundreds of years apart were those visits? She had already given him what he needed though- he was a bit more confident, and felt he knew himself a little better now. He no longer felt as bad about not having a girlfriend and having met such a fantastical creature- he felt like he could look forward to the future now. Like an unseen force was somewhere out there, watching his back. Or at least his crotch. |
(F tf Dog)
Monica came home again from work exhausted. She is the personal secretary for the boss of the company, but that means she also needs to collect the papers all of his underlings submit and file them for the boss. So instead of sitting behind a desk chewing gum and occasionally answering the phone, she is constantly running back and forth around the office trying to badger people into handing over their work on time for once. Her body is so physically tired and sore, but she doubts she would be able to sleep this early, even for a nap. Unfortunately Monica is also so busy at work all the time that she does not have a boyfriend, so there is no one to cuddle or to relieve tension in... other ways.
Monica went to make dinner and grabbed a huge tome off the shelf. Monica had to move to this new apartment to cut down on commute time to work because gas prices were getting asinine. Unfortunately that meant it was not fully furnished at the moment- she has no kitchen table. To help her out; Monica's friend Connie let her borrow a great magic tome on conjuring objects! With the spells inside Monica can summon whatever objects she needed to use. The only down side is they are not real- if she ever depleted all the mana in her apartment the objects would just vanish into thin air. But she only needs them here and there and Monica doesn't cast any other spells so the odds of her totally wiping out the ambient mana are slim. She took the tome out to summon a table again but then paused, biting her lip and flipping through the pages instead. The book says that is an exhaustive collection of all conjurable items, so unless it is false advertising, there should be at least one of basically anything. Does that mean it has... sex toys?
Yup, sure enough there was a single dildo summoning spell- though it also came with a slew of modifier runes she could use to customize it. She was feeling frustrated and stressed from work, so she decided she wanted to ride a beast- she used a summoning for a canine phallus rather than a human one. It appeared on her counter, standing in its seven inch glory. She sort of wished it was bigger, since the knot is included in that seven inches but there was no modifiers for size in the tome. Monica blushed as she grabbed the taught rubber knot and popped it off the counter- it has a small suction cup base. It has a good heft to it. She turned it around in her hands examining the new toy and is impressed by the amount of detailing on it. There is even a deep divot on the tip that made her wonder for a moment if it was one of those dildos that could actually ejaculate, but there is no other hole for the pipe to inject the fake cum through, so that can't be the case.
Monica dashed to her bedroom with the dong in hand, and as soon as she approached her bed, her heart jumped into her throat when she heard a deep, smooth man's voice!
"Not going to turn the lights off? Easier to set the mood in dim or dark lighting."
She spun around in fear looking for the source of the voice but there was no one there. But the voice sounded close by, there isn't anything to hide behind, so where is he?!
"Sorry, were you not expecting me to talk? I will be quite."
"Where are you?! Who are you?! What do you want!?"
"I am in your hands, my dear."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"N-nothing, it was literal."
Monica slowly looked down at the dildo in her hands. "Wait... you- the dildo can talk?!"
"If you wish it. My sole purpose is to pleasure, so if it bothers you..."
"N-no! Well... I don't know! I didn't think the toy I summoned would have a mind of its own!"
"All to better build the fantasy. The purpose of a false phallus is to imitate the real thing, no?"
"But wait, you don't have eyes, so how do you see? Do you... feel through it?"
"I can feel everything, and I can see things within a limited range of the phallus. But enough about me, what about you? You seem very tense. You have gone too long alone, you need some time to enjoy yourself fully. Someone to treat you like how you deserve to be treated."
"Y...yea..."
She slowly got undressed and the phallus said nothing, just waited patiently.
"What is your name anyway?"
"Whatever you wish it to be."
"Well, I dunno.... how about Rex? You are a dog dick."
"Then thus shall I be named."
She got into bed nervously, though also a bit giddy from the toy's smooth-talking promises of pleasure. His voice was heavy and smooth like honey.
Monica held him over her nethers. "W-well, ready to go?"
"I am ready whenever you are."
She slowly slid the tip in and suddenly against her nethers it felt warmer! It felt almost hot- like it was alive! Monica's eyes went wide as she actually felt it pulse! The veins and shaft itself actually throb! Against her hand it still feels like stiff rubber, but against her pussy it feels like flesh! She slowly dipped Rex in, a little deeper each time, but after several bobs into her vulva- Rex took over! Monica let go in surprise- the dildo was moving entirely on its own! He only waited for her to guide him in so he could match her speed. Rex started slow and went only to the base of his shaft. Only when he picked up pace did he start to use the knot- in comparison to her human pussy, the knot could not tie her, but it did stretch her further when it popped in and out, which put more pressure onto her clit above and sparked her pleasure. He even made a few dog sounds, and it caused Monica to giggle breathlessly- his voice still sounded human so rather than an actual low bark it was more like a handsome man imitating one. Monica bit her lip and closed her eyes, imagining an actual dog there fucking her. It isn't something she would normally fantasize about at all, but with Rex plowing her it seemed appropriate. Rex knew when she was approaching climax.
Normally if Monica was doing this alone, she would have to lay off a bit with the dildo because the orgasmic pleasure kills the strength in her, but Rex obviously had no such issue. Monica shrieked louder than intended and thrust her hip off the bed, grabbing up the bed sheets in her fists and scrunched her face up as a thin burst of female ejaculate arched across the room! When she was about to climax, Rex's shaft started throbbing as if he was also going to cum, and that also caused his knot to swell larger- he rammed the knot in just as she climaxed which pinched the base of her clit! Monica was overcome with so much pleasure she flopped over into a shuddering heap for several minutes, her mind whited out in shock. Rex slowly slid out on his own and stood on his suction cup bottom; standing in attention for whenever he is next needed.
Now Monica resumed her evening, having her now-late dinner. She could not for a moment stop thinking about Rex waiting in her bedroom though. That enchanted dildo just put every man she had ever slept with before to shame. Heck, even his voice is sexier. Rex made her squirt! She hasn't done that since she was in her early teens! She also found imagining an actual dog doing it to be very sexy. Just to be extra lewd, doing something truly perverse in the name of exotic pleasure. She imagined being in a narrow alleyway in a high traffic area, getting fucked by a big stray mut, hidden just barely enough from all the people that she doesn't get caught. After dinner she watched a bit of television but could not concentrate on it at all. All her thoughts about the new fantasy and Rex was causing her to be just as horny after him servicing her as she was before! When she got into bed later, she glanced at him a bit nervously sitting on the bed where she left him without putting him away.
"Uhm... do you think..."
"You require my services again?"
"W-well, I was just... wondering if you were up to- er, I mean how often do you normally...?"
"As often as I am requested, my dear. I am a toy of pleasure- I do not go flaccid. It is only natural you require so much after going so long without. You deserve more!"
Monica slowly reached over and picked him up by the knot, bringing him above her privates again.
"Oh, and I should have asked before but, do you want me to cum too?"
"Y-you can cum?! You don't have balls!"
"I don't have a body either, but I still have a functioning phallus. If you want me to, I can. As much as you want, in fact."
Monica's voice got real small and she softly nodded. "Y-yea..."
This time she just guided Rex's tip in and let go- the dildo remained hovering exactly where she held him and then slowly sank in on his own. It felt so weird having something that felt so much like a real dog penis thrusting in and out of her, yet there was nothing else there. She could cup her hand over her pussy. She could stand, lay, or squat into literally any position and Rex could continue to fuck her completely uninterrupted. Monica closed her eyes again and fantasized about being in the alley getting fucked by a stray. Maybe there was other strays too, lined up, waiting their turn- their heavy dicks bouncing under them in anticipation. Monica put her hand around her neck and imagined she was wearing a dog collar- and the dog fucking her had the leash in his mouth. She is getting walked by the dogs! Using her other hand to hold herself up, she rolled over and got up onto all fours so Rex could plunge into her doggy-style! As this was the natural mating position of many animals- this gave him more room to work with... but we can't have that, now can we? No wasted space. Rex started to grow, changing proportions to better match her insides in this new position! His knot swelled up bigger and then the later portion of his shaft also started to swell wider, while the overall dong got very slightly longer- he had mostly increased in girth.
Monica hit another orgasm and this time her sudden shout almost sounded like an 'ARF' followed by a long moan she deliberately tried to make sound like a howl. As soon as she started her climax, Rex had his. He crammed the knot into her once again slamming her clit from the inside, but this time his knot swelled large enough at orgasm to completely plug her- tieing her loosely. He blasted a massive amount of cum into her, coating her insides and then bloating the sides of her pussy outward, squeezing all her pleasure nerves even more! Monica looked down to see her lower gut and crotch bloating up with internal pressure and then finally there was so much pressurized cum in her that Rex blasted himself out! The bottom of the bed was blasted with a deluge of white goo! Monica flopped face-first into her pillow with a goofy, tired smile on her face.
"Promise me one thing my dear?"
"Mmmm?"
"Do not let yourself go so long without pleasure again? These are the sort of nights you owe yourself."
"Mmmmm....."
Monica passed out and did not wake up till her morning alarm! She swatted the alarm clock and flipped over quickly. Ah crap, she did not clean up after last night- now it will be dried on like cement! When she looked at her bed though she had to blink several times to try and adjust her eyes. There was no mess.
"Uh... Rex? You awake?"
"I do not sleep, so, yes."
"Did you already clean up somehow?"
"There was nothing to clean up, my dear. My ejaculate is magically generated- once I stop channeling the effect it simply stops existing." He chuckled. "I would not leave you to clean up my messes."
Monica had a day off today thankfully due to a holiday basically no one remembers what it is for- but are all glad it exists. She would have another two days of work after today though before the actual weekend. Monica felt so good today and so... refreshed! Memories of last night with Rex made her almost giddy. Monica is almost sad he isn't a real guy, or dog. She wants to show him off, shout out to the world that she has found the best fucker in existence! As she was eating breakfast though, she noticed the nails on her hand were oddly thick, and much longer than when she went to sleep. They also seemed narrower? She had to get ready after breakfast anyway to meet up with her friend Connie, so she went to the bathroom to get a better look at her nails in the bright light of the smaller room.
"REX!!" He could hear her feet stomping rapidly toward the bedroom before she burst in. "What did you do to me?!?"
Both of her tall pointed ears were pulled back in fear, and her little nub of a tail completely still.
"Helping you immerse yourself in the fantasy? You were having such a good time, there is no need to stop."
"You made me part dog?!"
"Well... not really, but sort of? Like my ejaculate it is just an effect- a very realistic illusion. Unless you change completely the effect will just evaporate once the spell ends."
Her human ears had transformed into tall triangular ears of a doberman- the super-short black fur on their backs matching her black human hair. Like a doberman, her tail is a large nub above her butt; too short to wag, it vibrates when she is happy. Her fingernails are part way transformed to the blunted claws of a canine, and her toenails are fully transformed. Her big toe isn't big anymore- it shrank and pulled back from the others having regressed partially into a dew claw, but because her actual foot did not reshape at all, it was still relatively close to the others still. Her outer labia were very puffy; her pussy almost looked like she had been using a pump on it, but that was just its default now. All of her teeth were pointier, and she has a six-pack of nipples on her midriff! Her areola on her breasts had shrank to tiny dots barely wider than the nipple itself as if trying to match the newcomers.
"Okay, but, we aren't having sex right now!"
"Fantasies are not restricted solely to sexual acts, even if you use them for sexual acts." His calm and rational speaking was at least calming her down again.
"But I am about to go meet my friend Connie at the park! I am supposed to go jogging with her today!"
"Well then... have fun! The weather is divine outside at the moment. Spending time with friends helps make a tedious task like supersize into a memorable time."
"...I can't go out looking like a dog!"
"Oh gosh, no. You should definitely put a hat on."
"What?!"
"Your ears, my dear. They point straight up, so you can put a hat on to cover them entirely. Your tail is so small that the back of your shirt will cover it. Your shoes will cover the claws on your feet... what else is there to fret over? Unless Margery plans to undress you in the park, no one need know anything- unless you wish for them to know. You see, you mix pleasure into your daily life to make everything better. It does not need to be an isolated occurrence. You hang out with a friend to make getting fit more tolerable, yes? You can keep your fantasy alive while you are at work or with friends to make your day to day life more thrilling, more fun. Is that not what you wish?"
"Well... I mean, yes but... like THIS? I don't even know about the whole dog fantasy thing... it was sort of an accident in the first place."
Rex chuckled. "The discovery of Penicillin was an accident, too. Well, just try it out. If you do not like it I can very easily revert you later. We can keep on experimenting with things till we find what works best for you."
"Hrrrm.... I guess. Okay..."
It was hard to argue with logic. So, Monica got dressed, very carefully. She could not wear anything with too tight of a waist or she would pinch her little tail. She needed a hat to cover her ears, and she could not wear any top that exposed her midriff even though she was going jogging- because then she would expose all her extra nipples. Monica gave one last look at her erect friend on the nightstand before sighing and heading out.
Monica was obviously very nervous when out jogging and glanced around constantly at other people, wondering if anyone noticed. She was worried and distracted at first, but she wanted to catch up with Connie on life so talking to her friend as they jogged helped get her mind off it a little. After a while; seeing no one noticed anything off, she started to see the appeal in her secret. It actually reminded her of her fantasy the other night, being banged in an alleyway while people passed by just outside on a busy street. Being lewd and bestial in plain sight. Everyone else is too wound up living their own lives to notice what she does in hers- which gave her more freedom of what she could do with hers than she would have expected. It was a good thing she remained moving, because you could see the back of her shirt fluttering around from her tail wagging at the bottom.
She was also having a hard time keeping pace with Connie- she kept pulling ahead on accident.
Connie shook her head and huffed as Monica had to slow down for her again. "I will have whatever you are on. You got more bounce in your step today than I can muster in a month. Something happen?"
"N-no, not really. I am just full of energy. Heyyy.... that magic tome you leant me?"
"Yea?"
"Did you know it has a spell for.... dildos?"
"REALLY? That old thing? Dayum. I don't know if I would trust that, haha."
"W-why?"
"That tome has been passed down in my family for a few generations- it is pretty damn old. Older spells were not really optimized and a lot of the more powerful spells had an inverse reaction. Like, a spell that made fire would freeze something else in order to do it- something like that. Well. My family has been using that tome here and there for generations and we are fine, so I guess it is alright. I don't know if anyone used that particular spell thoug- ew."
"What?"
"I just thought about possibility of my family members having used the dildo conjuring spell." Monica scrunched up her face. "Yea, exactly."
Connie ended up tiring out and heading home for lunch, but Monica still had plenty of energy to burn so she decided to stay in the park and run a bit more. It wasn't till a dalmation ran up to her that she paused. Its tail was wagging and it was smelling her quite a bit, did she forget a snack in her pocket or something? She pet it and the dalmatian did a little hop, trying to get up on her. It was then Monica noticed the front of its red rocket peeking out the sheath! He was smelling her because she smells slightly like a female dog herself! The dalmatian wanted to mount her! She held her hand out to prevent it from jumping up onto her while his owner ran up, apologizing for his dog yanking the leash out of his hand and bolting. Monica said it was fine, but her face was bright pink from blushing. Now men and dogs think she is hot. That sort of turned her on. But she needed to get home before another dog pounced! She only wanted one canine cock in her and that was Rex.
Monica moaned at the heat between her legs as she burst back into her tiny apartment and discarded her clothing quickly as she crossed it to the bedroom. When she looked down at herself her blush renewed- it was a good thing no one was paying close attention to her because you could see ALL of her nipples. She was so flustered getting dressed this morning she never wore a bra. Her sweat from running caused her baggy white shirt to turn translucent- you can see both human nipples and all six canine nipples through the fabric! She tossed off the sweat drenched shirt and immediately hopped up the bed and skittered to the head of the bed on all fours.
Rex chuckled. "My, frisky, are we? That is good to see, so I take it you had fun then?"
Monica grabbed him and popped him off the smooth wood of the nightstand, but then paused, looking over the details of his surface, licking her lips. "Hey, you... feel like rubber, but when you are... inside, it feels real?"
"Yes, well I am made of rubber but I am still a sort-of life, and can imitate the real deal well. It is my job, after all."
Her voice became heavy and breathy. "S-so... what if you were in a different hole?"
"Mmm?"
"What does it... feel like in my mouth?"
She kissed the head, and while the rest of the phallus did not move, she felt him throb against her lips. She pushed just the very tip into her mouth and pulled back and forth in short, quick movements. Every few seconds she took a bit more in and a bit more. Against her lips and tongue she could feel veins throbbing below the surface- the faint beating of a heart and the more prominence throb of arousal and pleasure over it. As she pushed Rex deeper she could feel the soft projected urethra dragging a trail of hot, mildly salty fluid across her tongue! He was burbling up precum! Monica's eyes rolled back in her head. Man, if a dildo can be this good, why did real men even bother existing? Her lips slid down and pushed up against the top of the knot, and then in a slight forward jerk Rex moved- pushing the knot against her lips. She loosened her lips to try and slide further but a moment later he thrust forward again and surprised her, popping the entire knot into her mouth! She wasn't even sure if it would fit past her teeth without scraping it, but apparently Rex was more confident than her. The small suction cup at the base was pressed against her lips, covering her mouth.
"Imagine being under a huge, powerful dog."
"Mmm. Mhmmhm." She could not talk with the phallus stuck in her.
He gently thrust in, using small but rapid movements, much like an actual dog once the knot is in. "The complications of a human relationship do not exist. Only your pleasure, at letting him have his pleasure."
"Mmm-mmmh!" Her muffled moans got desperate, her drool and his pre pooling in her mouth, trapped inside by the knot and suction cup.
"Feel how I throb, so desperate. You make me feel so good I cannot hold back. Your body reduces males to their bestial urges."
"Mm-mm...HMMmm!"
Her pussy clenched in a mini-orgasm, but his dick throbbed powerfully in a massive orgasm. Thick, hot cum exploded down her throat! His huge dick was long enough that he bypassed her throat entirely and was ejaculating straight down her throat! Monica flopped and rolled around on the bed, her throat bulging with each massive jet of cum. As he finished Monica was laying on her belly with her arms at her sides. He shrank slightly so he could pop back out easily- all that flowed out however was a few strands of drool. Even though he had cum what felt like gallons into her, she felt no more heavy. Once again the cum just vanished entirely after the fact- it was never real in the first place.
Monica was love-drunk at this point though, and as she lazily got up onto all fours she burped and smiled as she noticed her breath smelled like cum. She quickly turned around and wiggled her tushy for Rex to get in again. He once again popped into her pussy and started thrusting into her. He had a lot of strength behind those thrusts, for not having a body. Her nails continued to darken and thicken till they matched the claws on her feet. Her toes compacted a bit, getting plump looking as the bottom of her feet ballooned into thick, black pads of skin! Her toes slid down the bed as Rex thrust into her and the soles of her feet became longer and longer, causing what used to be her big toe to be left further behind, till her feet devolved entirely into paws! She yelped and yipped like a bitch in heat as her teeth turned completely into fangs. Her areola continued to shrink and vanish and then her nipples did the same as her breasts regressed into her, the skin pulling taught over the diminishing mounds. Her six breastless nipples on her midriff however stood out even further, into erect little nubs. Her labia started to project even further out from her, changing shape. Her slit became a Y shape on a large triangular pillow of flesh that her labia became- swallowing her clit entirely into a pocket inside the top of the triangle. Her labia blushed darker red, then grey-red, then continued to darken all the way black- though you could still see pink on their innermost curvature. The fur that only covered her tail started to advance up, forming a large triangular patch on her back! Her pubic hair transformed into fur as well, but also changed color to base brown to match the underbelly of a doberman. Fur grew on her toes as well, but for now just tapered off over the body of the paw.
They both had an explosive orgasm to finish off again, but then Monica had a bit of a panick attack when she realized she turned even more dog!
"I can't bree l-ark this! Ack! I made dog sounds!"
Rex chuckled. "Adorable dog sounds. You look lovely my dear, don't let anyone tell you otherwise."
"Rrrex! I can't be a dog! I have to go to wrrrrk tomorr-rr-RAH!"
"Your face is still completely human, just dress up like you did on your walk? I did not intend to change you more, myself. Your fantasy triggered the further changes- you got more into it so my magic helped you get more into it. My powers exist to please you, so when you demand more- consciously or otherwise- I will always provide."
"So if I don't want this?"
"You wouldn't have it in the first place if you did not want it. Like I said- I did not consciously influence your second changes. If you actually encounter problems with this form, you will legitimately dislike parts of it, and it will automatically adjust. So I would recommend just living as normally as possible and your form should automatically adjust to whatever you need it to be. I could remove it entirely, sure, but, again- where would that leave you? Back to being sexually frustrated and run down by day to day life? I think the pros outweigh the cons here by a substantial amount."
Monica was really worried about getting caught now. Her body felt so good, and the fantasy was so erotic. She loved Rex, he made her feel so good, so sexy. It was no wonder she couldn't make herself want to resist these changes. They are associated to everything that makes her feel good, while the only thing holding her back is also the thing that made her feel so shitty that she resorted to summoning a dildo in the first place.
Monica was chewing her bottom lip the whole rest of the day, trying to hold herself back. She still felt horny, and wanted to ride Rex again but was afraid she would become even more dog. She had work tomorrow anyway, she would have to get her mind out of the gutter. Thinking about having to run errands around the office all day again was enough to temper back her arousal for now. She would rather help Rex bury his bone than play fetch at the office anyway. Or go for walkies with Connie in the park again! She can tease all the other dogs with her looks! All the dogs she means, not other dogs. Or... none of the dogs! She doesn't want actual dogs! She went to sleep easily enough that night, but her dreams were a wild blur of scenes and throbbing knots!
Monica woke up the next morning grinding her thighs together. Her pussy felt so hot! She let out a very canine sounding whine as she got dressed for work. She had to hide her ears though. She placed a baseball hat on... maybe that would be okay? Definitely not something she should be wearing to the office, but on the other hand... who actually took the time to look at her? They bark orders at her- they don't actually look her in the eye or TALK to her. She might as well just be a conveyor belt to carry their papers around on. Monica noticed her panties getting wet as her legs trembled. She scuttled over to the nightstand and pulled her skirt and panties down.
"N-need...."
"Certainly my dear, but do not lose track of the time, either. You are due at work soon and you do have at least a bit of travel time."
Rex shoved into her and her entire body shivered. It felt like he just scratched some unreachable itch. The heat dulled considerably and she felt so, soooo much better with his big dick inside of her. But she did need to go. Did she even have enough time to let him fuck her?! And what if she turned more dog?
She whined again, both of her ears tucked back. "Wur- w- what do I dooo? Monica carr in sick? The boss would probabry flay me for it. Rrr-right after a hurriday, it wirrr rook rike I am faking ARK- it fur sure. Monica... need..."
"W-well, if you really need me you could always just take me with you."
"Wur?" One of her ears perked up.
"Well I mean- I have no body. I am just a phallus, you can fit my entire form inside of your body and just take me to work with you. No part of me sticks out for anyone to see in the first place, so I could be thrusting into you right in front of someone and no one would know."
As if to demonstrate he pushed the rest of the way into her, so the suction cup on the bottom even sunk somewhat into her overly plush labia. Monica barked and almost fell over forward from the pleasure. After a moment to stabilize herself she pulled her panties and skirt back in to place- with Rex inside of her. He has no voice after all- what she hears is telepathic, which means no one but her can hear him when he speaks. Rex gently thrust into her as she walked on the way to the office, which caused her to walk faster to stay balanced, so he made sure to stop well ahead of any crosswalks at risk of unintentionally sending her into traffic. She was making plenty of lube but thanks to how plush her labia is and how wide his knot is- none of it could escape to mess up her clothing. She looked very odd in a woman's business suit with a baseball cap on and got a few raised eyebrows on the way to the office. As predicted however; once at the office no one looked up from their papers or monitor long enough to notice anything amiss. The boss could not even see her past the mountain of paperwork on his desk and knew it was her simply by the fact she is the only one who would dare just waltz into his office unannounced.
"Monica, get Franklin to give me his fucking budget report. I don't care if his house is burning down, I need those papers two days ago and I am tired of getting excuses! Guess how much of this company I can run on excuses? Fucking nothing!"
"RIKE eh r-right. urf." Even her sigh sounded dog-like.
"And can you make sure Joseph actually knows what the fuck he is doing? Mary was supposed to train him a week ago and I was telling him to pick up the pace on shit yesterday and he is just looking at me confused like no one told him what the fuck to do in the first place!"
"ARK get rrr-right on ert..."
Rex softly pumped into her during the entire conversation then picked up pace as she left the office, causing her to fall back against the wall outside the door to steady herself. The boss raises her stress- Rex melts it away.
"You are such a good person for putting up with him. Who's a good girl?"
"Ah... hah. M-me... ah... M- ARK- Monica is!"
Monica was starting to pant, half because her body was so hot from having sex in public but also because her lungs were shrinking- forcing her breath out as their capacity shrank! Her entire body was getting smaller, causing her clothing to become bigger and looser on her! She started to look like a child attempting to wear adult clothing.
"Okay, you should get those papers now, I will stay still."
"N-no more! More neeeed." She whined again.
"Er... alright, if you are sure. I will... go slow."
Her nose started to turn black and cool to the touch on the end. Monica walked with more of a hunch as she shrank, and held her hands out in front of her as she walked, as it felt more and more unusual to walk on two legs. Her hands started to compress and stretch.
She arrived at Franklin's cubical, panting with her enlarging tongue dangling out of her mouth- a bead of drool forming on the end of it. "Rrrr-report fur boss, now, Monica want."
"Jesus Monica, is that how you ask for things these days. Look, I need to double check the numbers because too much time has past between submission and transcription- discrepancies could have arisen in that time, and I am sure he doesn't want the report unless it is actually accurate."
Monica rolled her eyes back in her head and braced her deforming hands on the sides of the cubical as Rex thrust into her, slow but hard.
Franklin furrowed his eyebrows. "Are you even liste-" He turned around in his office chair and actually seen her. "What the FUCK is wrong with you? Are you some sort of werewolf?!" He stood up and grabbed his phone. "I am calling security!"
Monica furrowed her brows now. Someone trying to stop her fun? Nope. She stumbled forward and bit the hand holding the phone making him drop it! Monica kicked the phone under the cubical wall.
Franklin looked over the wall of his cubical at Linda. "Linda, call security, Monica is a werewolf!"
Linda looked up at him with the most tired of eyes. "Frank, you're a big boy now, you can make your own damn calls."
"But Linda-!"
"Frank, you have to the count of ten to either get your head out of my space or I am either gunna bust my monitor over your sorry ass or call HR- I will decide which one when I get there."
By the time Franklin turned around again, Monica was gone- though her shoes were still there, and her leggings, and then he found her skirt a few feet away from that. Monica was in the hall between the offices and the meeting room but everyone was busy working so no one was in the halls.
Her top did not even come close to fitting- it was only holding on because the collar caught on her elbows. She had her hands up on the wall as Rex fucked her rigorously. She watched them deforming, stretching and turning into paws- her thumb regressing into useless dew claws and her upper palm swelling into black pads. She knew that was a problem, but it felt too good right now to think about it- she would worry about that later. Her body shrank so much that Rex now felt gigantic inside of her. He fucked sooo good. It felt too good to feel bad about anything else. It felt too good to think about anything, really.
"Mrrrr-ARK, morrrre, haRKderrr!"
"Aren't you worried about not being human? The magic only wears off if the spell isn't completed... and you-"
"Hrrdrr-ark! Morrr, fuck mrr mor... latrr thrrnk."
And so he pounded her even harder, causing her to be slightly winded with each thrust. She was confused by a loud pop in the bridge of her nose, and an odd pressure in her face. Slowly her head started to click and crack softly as her face stretched out! She moaned and groaned and her voice distorted even worse. Her tongue too large and her lips too long now to pronounce anything human!
"You certainly know how to treat yourself, at least. Such a good girl."
"Mrrnic-ARK grrd grrrl." She trembled in mini orgasms from being called a good girl and her face continued to push out further.
Rex popped his now comparatively giant knot out of her and then back in- thrusting just enough either way to pop it in and out, causing her pleasure levels to spike repeatedly. "Good girl, enjoy your fantasy! I will make sure no one can break you out of it, and you can go on being the bitch you wanted to be." The shadow of a doberman's fine fur started to advance around her entire body. "You wanted to be fucked by a dog more than you wanted to be human?"
"Ruhwr? Wruuff, ar....rah!" She tried to ask him what he meant but her head was too swamped with pleasure to think about it for long and her voice no longer worked to ask anything.
The last of her recognizable facial features were stretched into the face of a doberman and she became completely unrecognizable. Suddenly Rex fell out, plopping onto the floor standing on his suction cup again. Monica looked at him in a panic, not wanting him to stop. Her thoughts did not stop spinning when he stopped.
"Now, do you want to obey the fantasy, or your reality?" The itch returned, and the heat flashed through her driving her nuts, she needed to be fucked! "Sit, girl."
Monica immediately obeyed without even thinking about it, and skewered herself once again on his shaft! She felt a powerful pleasure throb through her entire body and an odd feeling- the spell cementing itself in place, making this her new default body. He started shooting his illusionary cum into her and she climaxed, having her plush triangle stretched around his huge throbbing knot! Her iris started to widen, causing her eyes to look darker, and her human hair started to rapidly fall out!
By the time anyone found her again, Monica was wandering around the front of the building, sniffing at the corners to see if there was any dogs that had been around here recently that could fuck her. She remembers that she is supposed to be human, but finds herself unable to act or really think much on the matter- her canine mind no longer had the capacity for complicated matters like that, and in truth she subconsciously avoided the thought knowing that she had semi-willingly thrown her humanity away herself anyway. Her level of concentration right now was almost non existent- she could only think about what was currently happening and her train of thought spun around on a dime whenever anything caught her interest. Franklin and the other workers eventually found and rounded up all her discarded clothing, but obviously never figured out what happened to Monica. She went missing and they found her ditched clothing so the running theory was that she went insane from being overworked, stripped naked and ran screaming into the hills. Franklin however was convinced werewolves were real now and had a pushpin note covered wall at home he used to map different theories and occurrences around the area, trying to reveal the secret of the were-people in his free time, going a little bit nuts himself.
Linda stopped and stared at the canine phallus stuck to the table of the meeting room. "What the fuuuuuuuck." She opened the glass door and looked it over- it looked brand new. "Someone bring this sucker in as a joke? Who the heck would use something like this?"
She heard a deep, honey smooth voice. "Someone who knows how to have a good time."
"Huh? Heh, I guess... damn I wonder what.... something like this would....?"
"I feel as good as you want me to. Come, have a seat." |
Shattered Shards: Devil's Domain
Yeania sighed softly within the dark, featureless void. Time meant nothing to a denizen of the lowest Hells, but yet she was finding herself overcome with increasingly strange thoughts; mortal thoughts.
For example, somewhere along the line she had started thinking of herself as a she. True demons did not have a gender; they were figures of corruption descended from fallen angels. She couldn't quite remember if she had been completely without gender before, like the original demons had once been, or if she was one of the dark souls who had gone the other way, embracing the traits of both genders, blending them together in a mockery of their former state.
She was not sure how long she had been captive, but it had to have been a long time for her to develop strange psychoses that came from isolation. Which was also another strange thing, it was perfectly acceptable for demons to have some sort of mental maladies afflicting them without it being considered 'wrong,' but Yeania was thinking of the strange things that had happened to her psyche as wrong and undesirable. She had felt her power draining, her strength ever so slowly being pulled from her over the years, decades, perhaps even centuries or millennia that she had been imprisoned. Perhaps that was why she was thinking in increasingly strange ways. A demon was not a mortal creature; it was a being of elemental energy that had a physical shell coalescent around it.
On their home plane demons had no separation between mind, body, and soul, any blow from a foe that lashed out at them cut away a portion of their life force and their essential essence; their sense of self. During centuries of war between Hells, torture of other demons had become an art form, if you knew what you were doing, you could easily alter the way a captive foe thought, believed, and behaved.
If she had been captured in the nether realms Yeania would've thought that such would have been the case with her, but she had been upon the mortal plane, where energy could not be destroyed, merely moved. Upon the material planes extraplanar beings could freely move about without fear. While you could never truly kill off a spirit or soul you could diminish it to the point where it would take millennia to be able to craft a form for itself bigger than an insect, and even then it would have no memories of its former existence. On the material planes, however, Yeania wasn't sure what would happen once you drained away most of a soul's energy, though she suspected it was what was happening to her. A loss of memories, a shift in personality, moving further and further away from the powerful, dominating creature she had once been and into something softer, more emotional, more... Mortal. It made her shudder to think, or at least it would if she had a physical body.
Her essence had been captured, forced into a crystalline prison from which it could not escape. Yeania's spirit was forced into a labyrinth of narrow passages, thread thin tunnels in the sphere that circled and crossed one another, leaving the demoness unable to concentrate on the form of the sphere.
She was pure energy, and without a physical brain to do the thinking, she spread out the effort along all of her self. Mental activity made her form move, which made the threads of energy she was forced into being cross over one another, giving off little sparks of sensation. She could not separate the sensation of movement from the sensation of being pressed into the sphere. She knew that there was one thread-path that would lead out, but her inability to concentrate upon it made it impossible to focus enough to find it.
She reached out to draw upon the magical energies of the mortal plane, and found them at her command. She tensed, hoping against hope that she could pull herself from this senseless realm. Yeania wondered how long it had been that she had been partially free, and yet not known it.
The rich mana of the material world responded to her call, eager to be wrapped into shape by a superior will. Yeania wove it around herself, willing the envelope of magic to take her from her prison and out into the proper world.
The proper world was only happy to comply.
-o-
The demoness took a deep breath, drawing cool air into her lungs. She looked over herself, able to remember only a few details of the form she'd had before her imprisonment. Yeania recalled a huge, powerful, hulking, form; vaguely canine in appearance and covered in a mottled mix of gray scales and brown fur. She remembered broad, sweeping wings and a thick, powerful reptilian tail as well as huge, slavering fangs and massive, sinister horns.
But her current form lacked these features to the degree that came to mind when she tried to picture her former self. She looked more like a human or an elf with a few demonic bits tacked on. Her body lacked scales and fur entirely, instead clad in skin colored a pale shade of gray. She retained her wings, her fangs, her claws, and her tail but they were all smaller than they were supposed to be. Each wing extended as far as her own height, her wingspan allowing her flight but making her unable to create the intense gales that she recalled using in combat. Her tail was not quite as long as she was tall, and was thicker and less flexible; she would be unable to coil it around things or to use it as an extra hand. Her fangs were contained entirely within her mouth, and only four of her thirty something teeth felt properly pointy. Her horns were tiny, stubby little things not even projecting 2 inches from her temples, and her claws more closely resembled elongated, black fingernails filed into points.
Yeania shuddered, loathing her smaller, weaker, almost mortal looking body; she longed for her stolen strength and missing memories. She could scarcely remember what happened to her, and she barely had any sense of who she was. But her weakened form was still better than the shapeless void which she had been imprisoned in for centuries, and to be perfectly honest it wasn't all that bad looking. Generally female in form it was more broad and well-built than the typical thin, frail female. A demon's form reflected its strengths, powers, and abilities and Yeania was pleased with this form's physical power.
She admired her bare body, focusing over the large curves of her bottom and breasts. The sight made her loins stir; the familiar hard, warm sensation of her male member growing brought an array of comforts to Yeania. She reached down to stroke it, cupping her balls, her fingers exploring back behind her manhood. The demoness found nothing there.
It made her smile; despite having aspects of her true form stolen away she still remained as one of the several indeterminate genders that her kind favored. It meant that she still had more than enough power to be considered a proper demon, and not a mere mortal.
She swung her tail from side to side, getting used to its new, lighter weight and stiffer way in which it moved. It would likely take her decades to gather the strength she had before her imprisonment, but her smaller and less useful tail was better than having none at all. That was the way she felt about her new form; it wasn't what she had before, nor was it what she wanted, but it was good enough for the work she would be doing.
For the first time she looked at something that was not herself, examining the room she was in; rippling white and blue light came from a crystalline sphere in the middle of the chamber. Perfectly smooth and spherical in nature the stone contained incredible power, but it was a tight and rigid energy that was already devoted to a particular purpose. It was the centerpiece of a spell woven with immense, incredible skill one that would've taken many mortal lifetimes in order to perfect.
The rest of the room however was rather plain and drab, made of smooth, but not polished stone. The room was essentially featureless aside from the pedestal that held the massive orb and a small stool-like protrusion that rose from the floor in front of it. Opposite the stony seat was a narrow passageway that lead upwards.
Having nowhere else to go Yeania ventured up the stairs, hearing the sounds of a vibrant forest beyond. The stairs went up for perhaps 20 feet, opening into the middle of a lush jungle. There was no adornment around the egress from the crystal chamber, which struck Yeania as rather odd. Mortal mages were notoriously egotistical creatures and loved to have their masterworks somewhere where they would draw attention, or style the area around them in such a fashion as to draw the eye of any passerby, even if covered in centuries of roots, moss, and other natural detritus.
Which was another odd, strange thing; the stone stairway stood in the center of a perfectly smooth circle of rock. It was completely free of leaf litter and natural overgrowth. The edges of the stairs were perfect right angles and not a single leaf or drop of water had blown or dripped down into the chamber. It was like it was brand-new; as if it had been placed there just moments before.
As the demoness stood there a small, yellow leaf fell down from one of the trees, landing upon the stone circle. There were no magic keeping it clear, which seemed more and more strange. Yeania shook her head and walked away from the underground chamber, seeking to find out where she was. A good look at the sun would be able to provide her with a general idea of what region of the planet she was on. But a true pinpointing would have to wait until darkness fell and she could position herself by the stars.
But several minutes later when she stepped out from beneath the jungle canopy and onto a white, sandy beach she found that she hadn't the slightest clue where she was. Looking up into the sky she found that overhead was not the small, yellow-white sphere she had been expecting; what she saw instead was a massive multi-colored orb that filled most of the sky.
What was stranger was that the ocean before her curved away, as if she were standing upon a world in miniature that orbited the true Aerth. Looking away from the planet above her, Yeania could see that this was the case. She saw many other tiny worlds but did not know how this could be possible.
Looking at the shapes of the landmasses she could see on the world above her Yeania could make out the contours of a few familiar landmasses. But there were also others; it looked like someone had drawn the world upon risen dough and rolled it out flat, making the areas bigger but also putting more space between them, which they filled with new continents and countries.
It confused Yeania greatly; for not even the power of entire pantheons of greater gods and goddesses could reshape something so massive. The demoness reached out for the familiar strains of energy that she knew would be there. But to her surprise she found nothing that comforted her; the streams and tides of magical energy that had always flowed in the same predictable patterns for millennia were gone. In their place was an unfamiliar, chaotic tide of rippling and surging energy; the aftershocks of a great magical and spiritual event.
Yeania cried out and withdrew her senses back into herself, for the crashing, chaotic tides of purest energy would easily envelop and overwhelm her if she opened herself to them for too long.
It seemed that in a few brief moments all of existence had altered itself into a strange, new configuration. Rather then a singular world nestled between the elemental planes the mortal realm had expanded into a great and tremendous expanse that put even the near limitless layers of the Abyss to shame.
As a demon Yeania had a connection to the foundations of existence. She was created, or descended from spiritual beings forged at the dawn of time. Even with the incredible expanse that comprised all of existence: the Heavens, the Hells, the elemental planes, the spirit and shadow worlds, and the mortal realm itself there was a sense of limitation. Everything had been centered on a single ball. Aerth had been the center of all existence, everything else surrounded it; the bright, bleak, and lifeless moon; a cold, cruel place where none of the most powerful wizards could tread, and its burning sister the Sun; the larger blazing bonfire beyond it.
The whole of existence was like the inside of an egg; the shell of the outer planes encircled the white of the aether, surrounding the yoke that was Aerth. But this? This new realm, this new existence? It was vast beyond imaginings; it was as if all Yeania had known was nothing more than a grain of sand upon the beach before her. She could feel the entirety of the altered realms she found herself in, the sheer scope of it making her drop to her knees and weep.
For the New Earth that stood before her was not even the largest of the dozens orbs circling a massive flame that burned hotter than the hottest fires of Hell that Yeania had never known. And that massive collection of spheres circling a central flaming sphere was like a grain of sand upon a beach as it joined many others in circling a central point in a crushing, chilling void unlike nothing Yeania had ever dared to imagine.
And even that band of systems, massive elemental spheres of rock, air, and water orbiting those of fire, of stars beyond counting encircling that great void... That too was like a grain of sand upon a beach with so very many other grains.
She had thought she'd known power, that she'd glimpsed infinity. It was then that Yeania realized how foolish she had been, how very insignificant she was. She was immortal, she was eternal, and still she felt these worlds were older than her. They were far, far older. Her existence to them was as her own would be to a mayfly.
The demoness sobbed in fear, in terror, and in confusion. She had been released from captivity only to find everything she had ever known ripped away from her, changed beyond her comprehension. She could merely glimpse a tiny portion of existence now, and it dwarfed her. She was not even as the tiniest insect. Even with millennia before her, even with a million like her, Yeania could not place a lasting mark upon the cosmos. For what purpose did she have now? What effort should be put forth in collecting souls, in corrupting mortals, to bolster the forces of her side for the eventual Armageddon, to tip the cosmic scales forever? All the beings that had ever lived could live upon the worlds circling this single star in comfort, without conflict or strife. There were worlds enough that each soul could have one for him, her, or itself. Not even each soul, every single creature that had ever existed could have a world to itself. There was no order here, no purpose, no reason for anything. Yeania wasn't even sure that she could transport herself to her home plane with any sort of reliability. She was trapped on this miniature world, with no idea of what had happened, or what to do.
She supposed she could try and fly off, as it looked like it was possible to fly to the main world, or to one of the other small ones. But it made her shudder to think that she would be flying downward, rather than upward. Everything was so new, so strange, it absolutely terrified her.
For the first time in her existence she wished that she was mortal, living merely upon a single plane with no cosmic awareness to overwhelm her. She could seal off that portion of her, but it would take years to restore if she needed it back. Already weakened, she was hesitant in giving up even the smallest fraction of her power.
But she was nearly paralyzed by what she knew, what she could feel, the infinite presence of reality looming ominously over her, making her feel infinitesimally small and pathetic, making her afraid. She couldn't stand it; she had to get rid of that feeling.
In an instant she cut that part of her soul away. It would grow back in time, but she might be able to learn to live with it by then, as it built up slowly. Her body altered to accommodate this loss in power and soul, her grey skin fading, becoming an un-demonic white-pink. It looked like the flesh of a pale mortal, and Yeania found herself not minding it so much as she would have a few minutes before. In the scales of this new cosmos mortal men and demons were almost identical.
In that moment Yeania decided to try and live a normal life. She no longer wanted power, she no longer wanted control, and she no longer wished to belong to a group. For that was all the armies of her Hell were now, they were merely a group. All the forces of darkness were nothing upon the face of the Universe, the word somehow finding its way into the demon's head.
It would be impossible to tip the scales of elemental power, of overthrowing light with dark forever. There was already so much darkness and so much light. Even a single world overrun by demons could not add the slightest weight to the cosmic scales.
What should she do? What was her purpose now?
Yeania drew in a deep breath, catching a familiar scent upon the air; that of several mortal women. Her claws twitched and her member stirred, desires to seduce, corrupt, despoil, and destroy rising within her. But she shoved them aside. None of that really mattered now.
She left the beach, hiding herself in the bushes. For the moment she would merely watch the three mortals, to see if they would adapt any better to this new.... Everything. She hoped, for their sakes, it would be better than she did.
But she couldn't help herself; she had to have a little bit of fun. Tendrils of magical power reached forth from her, drifted across the island and gently caressed the sleeping forms of her three potential playthings.
They would have a rather interesting discovery upon waking up.
-o-
Nearby upon the beach a boat had run aground on the sandy shore. Within the 30 foot vessel three young women stirred to consciousness, unable to recall what exactly had knocked them out.
She was gorgeous, her skin featuring a perfect salon smoothness, her hair naturally honey blonde, a generous bust, rump, and hips, as well as a stunning face made all the more stunning by the best plastic surgeons money could buy. She wasn't at all into the more extreme stuff, like having things implanted or having the second most lethal substance known to man injected into her face.
She groaned once more and blinked her ice blue eyes. She stood up and let out a disgusted sigh as she discovered that the boat had run aground. "Oh lovely," she said with a snort, "we've probably ripped the hell out of the hull. I hope there's not a coral reef out th..."
Her words came to a halt as she turned around. The trees beyond the sandy shore had obscured the lay of the land. But by looking out upon the sea Christine was greeted by the breathtaking sight of a planet filling the sky, and reflecting off the glassy-smooth sea that quickly curved away before reaching the horizon.
She stood stock still, her mouth gaping as she looked upon the awe-inspiring but still incredibly strange sight. "Wh-what the hell?" she stuttered, her mind not sure how to process what she saw. She looked at the planet above her, the mostly blue-and-white orb filling the sky. She could see the familiar shape of Australia, but there were other landmasses surrounding it that didn't belong there. And that was the only continent she could recognize; where North and South America were supposed to be there were unfamiliar, massive shapes.
Christine just stared, trying to figure out what exactly had happened. She somehow knew instinctively that the world she was looking down upon was Earth, but that it had been altered somehow, expanded or merged with another world entirely. The process seemed to have been executed seamlessly as there did not seem to be any places where molten rock was exposed, which was what Christine expected would happen if you tried to mash two planets together.
There weren't even any smoke, craters, or debris that she could see. Turning her gaze from the planet to space Christine saw other small worlds like the one she was on. She wasn't exactly sure how they were staying put and not being drawn down to the planet's surface. She could see objects that were nearer then the tropical island microworld that she stood upon, and even they didn't seem to be moving either.
It was then that Christine turned her attention inward, finding a strange, persistent ache that had nothing to do with having spent several hours in a strange position upon the boat's hard deck. She moved her hand to the source of the discomfort and rubbed at it, only to have her knees wobble at the sudden pleasure she felt at the touch.
She had absentmindedly sought out the location of the ache, not noticing precisely where it was. But upon locating it her gaze snapped downward to find that the rather sizable tent seemed to have been erected within her swimsuit. The one-piece garment, called a monokini, covered her breasts, loins, and the cleft of her rump, but left her belly exposed. The green and blue swirl pattern darkened at the peak of the tent, moisture leaking forth from the new addition to Christine's anatomy.
"No way," she said, poking her new cock with a fingertip. She stifled a pleasured moan and clenched her teeth as she gripped the unwelcome phallus. She hooked a finger into her swimsuit, right at the point where the twin strips of fabric that served to cover her breasts joined with the bottom. She pushed her member back and released the stretchy fabric so that her cock was no longer constrained by the tight fabric, instead being held flat against her body. The thing was huge; it protruded up past the material of her bikini, extending up to just past her navel. It was the largest shaft Christine had ever seen, at least a good 10 to 12 inches. She looked down at it in awe and confusion, not knowing how the hell it had gotten there. The blonde ran her fingertips over the underside of her length, shivering at the pleasure. Her shaft leaked thick precum that oozed down the head and was absorbed into her swimsuit.
Christine's fingers continued downward, dreading what she would find between her legs. Within her bikini she felt the balls and scrotum that she had been expecting and winced at their presence. She slipped her fingers beneath the garment and probed behind the bulky new addition.
With a sigh of relief Christine smiled as her fingertips brushed over her labia, her feminine sex stored where it was supposed to be. That made the edition all the stranger, as she was not being altered from one gender to the other, but rather had had a portion of the vascular anatomy seamlessly grafted onto her just as the planet above and had landmasses seamlessly grafted onto it.
She found herself wanting to plunge her fingers into her pussy and to take her new organ in her hand. Her body longed for her to pleasure herself, but Christine ignored the urge. She wanted the cock gone, and no matter how good it felt she wasn't going to pay it the slightest bit of attention.
She gritted her teeth as she walked, doing her best to ignore the pleasant sensations she felt as her swimsuit rubbed over her member with each step she took. Christine was curious to see if her friends had been affected in a similar fashion. She wasn't sure which outcome she desired; it would be a terrible thing to have the two other girls disfigured in such a way, but it would also be reassuring the effect would not be limited to Christine, but rather the result of being on this island, or the worldly transition that had brought them here.
The hermified-girl sighed and bit back her trepidation, storming over to the cabin door and pulling it open. She stepped down into the living area of the boat, and rolled her eyes at the sounds she heard. Snoring, Casey and Gwendolyn had not awoken as she had, but apparently had shifted into a state of deep sleep. Christine sighed and looked over the two.
Casey was slumped upon the cabin's table, seated upon the booth seats that would form the sides of the bed once the table was pushed down, the central pad put into place, and her air mattress inflated and placed over it.
She wasn't as tall as Christine's near 6 feet, and hers was a different sort of beauty. At 5'6" she was a few inches taller than most Asian-American women, but she still retained the thin, lithe build of her people, though unlike most her hair was a gorgeous chestnut brown. Christine's prick throbbed as she looked over her friend. She longed to sink her shaft into Casey's depths; she couldn't help but imagine the girl's blue lipstick tinted mouth wrapped around her eager length.
It was all she could do to keep from masturbating as she knelt and peered under the table, trying to see if Casey suffered from the same gender-altering effect that she did. She couldn't really see anything, so she reluctantly crawled down underneath. But even with the closer perspective she couldn't quite make out anything in the shadows between Casey's legs.
She had to know, had to satisfy her curiosity. She reached out with one hand, eyes closed, clenched. Christine hoped her friend would not awaken, in either circumstance it would be rather strange to find the blonde copping a feel on the unconscious Asian. Her hand moved closer and closer until it found the slick fabric of Casey's own swimsuit. Christine found nothing at first, but then felt the protrusion of an erection upon the girl's body. Casey's cock wasn't as big as Christine's own, perhaps 6 to 8 inches in length.
Christine sighed and smiled, rather comforted she wasn't the only one who would have to deal with this problem,
"What the hell are you doing?" said a soft, Southern accented voice.
Christine spun to see Gwendolyn glaring down at her with sleep-addled eyes, sporting her own massive hard-on that she seemed completely unaware of.
"Um..." she said with a blush, "you might want to check between your legs."
Gwen looked puzzled for a moment, but did as was instructed, her gaze fixing upon the foot-long length that had her bikini bottom extended to near bursting.
"Oh my gods..." she whispered in awe and horror.
-o-
Yeania chuckled to herself, this was so easy. The girls didn't have the slightest shred of resistance to transformative magic. It was like they had lived their entire lives in a spiritual, psychic, and thaumaturgic dead zone, lacking the barriers in mind and soul that were supposed to shield them from the most elementary of polymorphic spells.
The demoness licked her lips and giggled. She had intended only to cause minor arousal and a blurring of sexual preference. She hadn't expected her spell to cause such a powerful change. It was interesting and rather weird, but it was rather amusing, though it was a bit mean. She couldn't undo the alterations that had been made, but, she supposed, she could try and make it up to them. A little sorcery could be handy while surviving upon an island.
And at the very least she was another person that could help move the boat further up onto the shore, or into the water. She wasn't sure where these strange emotions of compassion, caring, and altruism had come from, but she decided to embrace them rather than reject them out of hand like she would've done centuries before.
She smiled and called upon the energy of the land to wrap around her. It would alter her shape for a time, removing the demonic aspects of herself and making her appear as a normal mortal, albeit one with pointed ears and gray skin. She also used the land's power to form clothes; a simple skirt, top, and sandals.
Yeania thought for a moment, and then released a tiny portion of the spell; make her disguise less perfect. Though not making her as a normal mortal, this part of the spell would help her fit in more.
After all, apparently girls with cocks were the norm here, she thought with a smile.
-o-
Unlike Christine, Gwendolyn's swimsuit did next to nothing to cover, conceal, and constrict her newly added length. She stared at the added organ with gape-jawed fascination, slowly moving her hand toward it, as if it were nothing but an illusion that would only be made real once she actually touched it.
"H-holy shit!" Gwen gasped, running her fingertips over the all too real and very sensitive skin of her new shaft. A thick spurt of precum oozed forth from the tip, slicking the bikini enough to let it overcome the friction. The garment slid downward along the underside of the redhead's cock, until it was snug with her groin like it was supposed to be.
She let out a shriek of pleasure, the sensation incredibly intense. The pleased appendage sent forth more hot slickness, this time in copious amounts, the stream of translucent goo splattering onto the table, several feet away. It also splattered onto Casey's face, the Asian girl having been awoken by Gwendolyn's scream; her mouth had been opened in a yawn and the hot, sweet substance had landed upon her tongue.
She licked her lips and let out a soft moan, her hands immediately slipping beneath her swimsuit. She stood for a moment before sprawling on the table, tugging down the straps of her suit, exposing herself fully to the two other girls. One hand clasped a small breast; the other crawled around her new shaft and began to pump it furiously; Casey moaning in delight at the overpowering carnal sensations that overwhelmed her.
Christine and Gwendolyn both stared in rapt fascination at the masturbating Asian; the blonde's mouth was open for harsh, criticizing rebuke but all that could come out was a stuttered moan. She couldn't take her eyes off of her friend's bare body, her own longing and aching for a similar sensual touch. She found her hands twitching, seeming to try and move almost of their own accord to her chest and loins to hungrily fondle what they found there. It took all of her will to resist from mauling herself or leaping atop the sex-consumed girl upon the table.
Christine's cock ached, it throbbed, and it drooled a steady stream of precum from the slit at its tip. The crotch of her swimsuit was absolutely saturated by the fluids of her arousal; eagerly provided in torrents from both sexes. Her body ached for sex, her body longed for sex, her body NEEDED sex; she felt as if she didn't stick her meet in something, or have something stuck into her she would explode.
The blonde licked her lips and had to quickly close her mouth as she realized that it was filling with saliva as she eyed Casey's dripping cock. She had never enjoyed oral sex but now her body longed for it just as much as any other. All the key areas used for eroticism seemed to be drooling; it was almost a miracle that something wasn't pouring out of her nipples as well.
She almost growled with feral lust as Gwendolyn pressed up against her back; the redhead's hands seeking out her breasts and her lush lips hungrily kissing Christine's neck. She could feel the farm girl's own shaft pressed up against her backside, adding further saturation to Christine's soaked suit. She moaned as her friend played with the best breasts her parents' money could buy, the girl's simple touches more electric than any sexual sensation she had ever felt in her life.
A sudden realization hit Christine, and she growled as she spun and shoved Gwendolyn away. "You fucking whore!" Christine snarled, "I bet if you get any of that shit on me I'm going to end up on the floor jerking off and tit-fucking your cock like some sort of drunken sorority slut."
Her rage allowed her to overcome her lust; she fanned the flames of her anger so that they would devour and consume the lesser heat of her desire. What angered her more than anything else was the fact that she would more than likely enjoy doing what she had just said.
Gwendolyn looked up at the blonde, pain and confusion in her eyes as she stared up at her friend from the floor. "I... I just wanted to help," she said softly, "I'm so horny I can barely think straight, Casey doesn't seem to be thinking at all, and you seemed to be frozen up. I just wanted to make us both feel good."
The redhead lowered her eyes, a deep shamed blush upon her face. Meanwhile on the table Casey bucked her hips, thrusting frantically into the air as she pleasured herself. She seemed oblivious to the two girls talking about her. The Asian let out a shriek as she climaxed; what burst forth from her seemed impossible in amount. The first stream of seed that jetted forth from her new organ was expelled hard enough to reach the ceiling and splatter, cascading down onto Casey and coating her belly and breasts.
The second jet didn't reach the ceiling, and instead arced passed her head, drenching the seat behind her in girl-sperm, the third covered her face, and the remainder added to the mess upon her belly and breasts. She let out a satisfied sigh and licked her lips and cleared her splooge from her face, sucking every last drop off of her fingers with eager, noisy abandon. Only once she had cleared every drop from her face did she look up and see the confused, disgusted, and aroused expressions of her two friends.
She quickly noticed the new, prominent additions to their anatomy, which made her turn attention to her own half erection. She stared down at it in wide-eyed awe and tipped her fingertips into the thick, white fluid that slowly oozed down her body as she sat up. She looked from the cum on her fingertips to her cock and to her friends. Her mouth opened and closed several times as she tried to find the proper words. Instead she shuddered and gagged several times.
"Wh-what the hell just happened?!" She asked, breathless. "I... I... I couldn't think, it just felt so good, I wanted more of it, wanted more sex. I couldn't think of anything else until I came." She said, shivering again, her mocha skin reddening with shame.
"I'm going to shower," she said hopping down from the table, nearly slipping on a puddle of her own seed. "After I'm done I'll get some towels to clean all this up."
Christine was once more held enraptured by the sight of Casey; she could neither moved nor speak until the cum-covered Asian had locked the bathroom door behind her. "What the hell is wrong with me?" She whispered as she dropped to her knees. She couldn't get that sight out of her head, replying it over and over and over again; the white fountain erupting from Casey, the sight of her with her back arched and her hands frantically caressing her body, the way she had licked herself clean, gulping down her juices as if it were a tasty treat, and above all the bestial, instinctual way she had done it all. It made the blonde feel so hot.
She imagined herself running her tongue over Casey's bare, cum- covered midriff, seeking out her breasts and then her mouth. She imagined azure lips against her own, a tongue seeking the tasty treat gathered in her mouth, shared with her friend. Christine wanted her, wanted her more than anything, wanted to shove her 12 inches of monstrous meat into the Asians dripping, oozing, cock-craving snatch. She could just imagine the warm wetness encircling her girth, soft, sweet, slick, and wet, and oh so eager to be filled.
Gwendolyn yelped and quickly scooted back across the floor as Christine added to the mess upon the floor. She hadn't touched herself; she had somehow managed to masturbate merely by thinking about sex. She panted as thick streams of goo shot forth from her, far more than could possibly be contained in her testicles, or even in her entire scrotum for that matter. Just like waking up with an added attribute of the opposing gender her climax was impossible and defied logic and reason.
But her peak had cleared her head and she thought perfectly clearly for the first time since waking up. She let out a relieved sigh and stood, tucking her deflating manhood back beneath her swimsuit. Once Casey had cleaned up the floor she got back into the bedroom and got herself a pair of shorts from her luggage to hide the disfiguring addition.
She looked down at it with a glare and then noticed the dark spots upon her swimsuit over her nipples. Christine shuddered at the sight, now everything seemed to be leaking when she was aroused. She only hoped that it would stop here and at other bodily parts would not get in on the act. Things were already disgusting as it was; there was no need to make it even more wretched.
Christine turned to walk out onto the deck of the ship, she wanted to get a look at the shore and the rest of the island, hopefully managing to find some food. They had enough on the boat for another week or so, but with no way off of this little microworld and no way to call for help odds are that they were stuck here for quite some time.
And as she walked up the stairs she found her way impeded by another person. She stared at the exotic woman in front of her; she stood a shade over 6 feet in height, wearing simple sandals; her hair was long and white, thick, lustrous, and hanging down to her rump; her skin was devoid of color, a shade of gray just a little bit darker than sidewalk cement; her lips pure onyx. Christine was taken aback by the pure red irises of the woman's eyes, as well as her pointed ears. She was obviously not human.
Yeania smiled shyly and offered a hand, "I'm rather joyed to see that I'm not alone on this island," she said as she licked her lips. "As you can see I'm rather excited to have company."
Christine's managed to pull her eyes away from the newcomer's own, going downwards past her generous bust, barely constrained by a bright red top, over a taut belly that sported a sixpack, and down to a tempted red skirt held aloft by a hard on to rival the blonde's own.
"Very excited indeed." She purred. |
(F demi-hybrid TF hybrid caprine/insect, lactation)
I started to get up before I realized I went down. Where am I? Who... am I? No one is around, and I am a bit chilly, lying on the floor in a tiled room. I glance back and forth as I get myself up into a sitting position and quickly note I am in a bathroom- but too many sinks to be a private one. On the floor in a public bathroom... yikes, what the hell happened to me? The tile floor is slightly cool to the touch where my body wasn't laying on it, but I think the fact I am chilly comes more from the fact that my clothes are kind of an absolute wreck. I use the edge of a sink to get myself up onto my feet, still trying to remember literally anything about myself. I almost remember my name for a moment but it escapes again.
Okay, a woman... looks like I am in my mid-twenties? Golden eyeliner and royal purple eyeshadow, and royal purple lipstick too, makes my already big lips look even more plump and juicy. So I was going somewhere fancy? Some sort of event... did I just get fucking plastered and pass out in the bathroom at a party? This isn't the sort of makeup anyone would wear on your average day. My eyes are baby blue and my hair natural blond, and I have very pale rosen hued flesh- between that and my slight accent as I mutter to myself in confusion I can determine that I am Scandinavian... that narrows it down to like, four countries I could be from. Oh! Astrid! Thinking about my home language reminded me what my name is, I am Astrid Kynkvisl. I am wearing a pale grey shirt- it looks like it was already an older shirt because the image and text on the front of cracked and faded away, but also the shirt is stretched to the point of tearing. There are rips around the arms and a few in the back, and the material is stretched so large that it is kind of just sort of draping off me- it can only hang on one shoulder or the other. If I tried to fit both shoulders in at once, the excess collar space would expose my tits. My pants are in a similar state- there is a massive split in the back and the pants are stretched to the point where they cannot fit normally- at some point I tied the edges on either side of the rift together at the back which tightened the pants enough again to at least cling to me.
I am confused a moment while looking down at myself. Do I have a gut? It is oddly shaped. I place my hand on it to try and look at myself beyond and it shifts easier than expected... wait that is no gut, those are tits! There are... boobs below my boobs. But the lower two are at least twice the size of the top! I grab up the wrecked top and pull it up. There isn't anyone else around me and it is a bathroom at least so semi-private. I look in the mirror so I can see the fronts of the four titties. The top set look like plump Cs or regular Ds- I am not wearing a bra so I can't know the exact measurements. The areola are a deep brown, so a very steep contrast from the rest of my skin, and they are goose-bumpy from the coolness, and the nipples standing in attention as fat stumps. The curvature of the lower breasts start immediately at the bottom of the top breasts- which means my top tits actually sit on a shelf of fat provided by the lower ones, preventing them from flopping into a resting position. It also lessens the need of a bra in the first place, because they are always being held up by default. The bottom two wedge themselves between the top and my midriff- the breasts themselves grow from my lower rib cage but the body of the breast sits entirely on my upper midriff.
I push my fingers into my sides, feeling where the skin suddenly becomes a lot softer, and then pushing forward while still pressed into the skin, tracing the outer sides of the breast tissue leading onto the lower set of sweater puppies. My fingers stop just before the outward curve of their roundness... the body of the breast is suddenly stiffer than the skin trailing into it... they aren't empty. My upper breasts are dormant, but the lower pair are full of milk! I trace my hands around the steep curved sides and realize with a bit of a blush that the bottom two breasts are large enough that you would be able to see them around my sides, from behind me! Unlike the top two, the areola on these is a red-pink, which better matches my normal skin tone. The areola are pulled almost completely smooth, and project off the front of my boobs as half-spheres of their own. The nipples on them are far more like teats; as thick as the base of my thumb and about the same length too! I hook my index fingers on the ends of the teats and am able to fold them in half for a split second before they automatically flick back upright, spraying the mirror with dots of white! They are too large to be rigid even when erect... they are being held upright by liquid pressure! The areola and teats themselves are engorged with hot milk- a milk cistern... something human breasts do not have in the first place. That is a trait of animal udders- human breasts lack any sort of storage space for premade milk. So... is this a transformation? Am I some sort of freak, or half-breed, or am I currently under a transformation spell?
My hooves clicking on the tile floor tell me I am not a normal human in other ways as well. Finally shoving my tits to the side to look past them I am able to get a look at my hooves. Cloven hooves with long shaggy fetlocks of the same blond my hair is. The fur seems to fade up my thighs, but when I quickly slip my hand down the front of my pants I feel a plume of wild fur over my pussy too. Hmm, the opening is also unusually small for a human of my size. Caprine species have very tiny vulva too since the male's phallus isn't anything more than a pink tapered rod. Being part caprine would also explain the extra set of breasts; they have a two-segment udder, mix that with a human configuration and you get a spare set of milky mams. I am... unusually knowledgeable about animal anatomy. That makes me lean toward myself being transformed... but also my hoof segments are glossy gold- they are painted with nail polish, which means having them was at least somewhat normal for me, because I had enough time to doll them up before going out. Having a cannon bone though adds a good foot of height to me overall though- causing my regular human pants to be unable to cover the lower parts of my legs. They cover to the ankles, but that is a good foot off the ground, away from my hooves. I do remember some spells or... parts of spells. I know transformative magic, but I cannot cast a reversal on myself without knowing what parts of me are supposed to be there and which are not. I cannot currently remember what human feet look like... I remember this is not it, but not what they actually are. I glance at my hands too... they look normal for a human. But is that just because I don't remember what human hands look like, or because they actually ARE normal?
When I let my shirt flop back down I also notice a bulge in the back, holding the shirt material up a bit. I actually have no idea what it is- even when I lift the material and turn in the mirror to look directly at it I still don't know what it is! It is over my tail bone but it's almost perfectly round, so it cannot be a tail. It also has zero mobility; it does not move at all, but I can feel it, and it's made of stiff skin. It is firm to the touch. The final alteration I notice is I have... sort-of horns. They are extremely underdeveloped, basically just lumps of bone exposed on either side of my forehead, protecting the temples which would otherwise have been a weak-point of the skull. But going by how shallow the bone lumps are- they must have regressed. They are too underdeveloped to have broken the skin over them, so the fact they are exposed means they had been larger, and shrank back to this size. There is also a strange sensation inhabiting me. The urge to pose my body a certain way, muscle trying to stretch itself out further than its surroundings allow... my body is struggling with its shape the same way I am struggling with my memory. I definitely am transformed in some way- and my body is struggling with still more transformations it has regressed, but is now second-guessing itself on. I must have been transformed for so long that my actual body forgot its own shape! It is then I see the scrap of paper on floor next to where I had been laying.
*'For your next transformation; how about you get help?' Okay, so, someone seen me break down in some form or another...*
My heart tightens on reading that though. Guilt? Worry? Both, I think. The note is written on the back of a crumpled up advertisement for a book signing. Wait... damnit, I almost remember something. A roundabout of shops at the end of a hall... line up... a book signing like the one advertised. I was there? What happened though? Obviously not something good if I ended up like this. I stand up straight as if that would matter, the moment the door to the bathrooms opens. I try to just focus on my reflection to act as normal as possible, but my heart really jumps into my throat when I see the person from the corner of the reflection.
*A MAN?!* I glance at the far wall toward the door and spot a row of three urinals. *Oh my fucking God, I am in the MEN'S BATHROOM?!*
The guy walks slowly, glaring at me with a raised brow, clearly wondering what the hell I am doing here.
*Look at the bright side, Astrid. You now know it has been a while since whatever disaster landed you here, otherwise he would not be confused about you being here.*
"Do you... know this is the men's room, right?"
I blush. "Of course! Are you assuming my gender?!" My blush only deepened at the shitty attempt to now seem out of place. "I... I just really needed to go, so I dipped into the first door I got to without looking."
He nodded, looking about to say something else but just ending it there. He was about to use a sink to wash his hands off, apparently that is all he came here to do. My heart sped up though, I wanted to do something else... needed to do... something?
"H-hey, before you wash your hands, could you give me a hand, with these?"
*Good lord, girl, what are you doing?! Did I deliberately choose the men's bathroom?*
This feels wrong and right at the same time. This is something I need to do, but I am doing it the wrong way? Uuuugh, I wish my brain wasn't so fucking scrambled! I thrust my chest out at him, causing all four of my breasts to slosh around- or... more just the bottom set, the top can only really roll back and forth on top of the lower ones.
*Milk me? I can milk myself just fine, especially since they are lower down. But... it would feel a lot better to let someone else do it. And I am cold, I could use a little human touch...*
I feel conflicted, but because my memory is like scrambled eggs at the moment, I cannot really even tell what aspect of this is making me uneasy. At least the emotion reads just fine on my expression, so he picks up on the fact that I am not trying to seduce him. It is a rather desperate look, so it reads as authentic need of expression. My outfit is an absolute wreck, so he can likely tell I am having a bad day. He knows about as much as I do at this point. I do notice, glancing at his watch- it is 8am. Most public places would just be opening up right about now... oh shit. Was I passed out on the bathroom floor all night?! They closed the mall with me still in it? Only then do I notice the outfit he is wearing- reflective neon stripes... I don't think this guy is even a mall customer, he is probably maintenance, he just finished opening the mall to the public only to find me already in the bathroom!
Because my hooves raise me so high off the floor, I am able to sit on the edge of the sink as a seat, which seems to confuse him momentarily. Oh right- he probably assumed I wanted him to milk me into the sink. I probably should have assumed that too- but my body reacted before my brain is able to catch up- apparently I wanted him to drink from the tap. Well, it did seem like a shame to waste good milk.
"I just... just the bottom pair. I just need to get enough out that they don't start to ache. My body is determined to keep making more, but they are already full. And I don't... don't want to leak all over the floor." Gosh my face and ears feel like they are glowing- at least my body temperature was rising thanks to the increased heart rate.
I lifted the material of my shirt and just pulled it toward my body- tucking the fabric between the two sets of breasts, so my top pair is still covered. The lower set are actually starting to blush a bit on their own from internal pressure. It almost felt like a super subtle itch in the teats- the pressure built up faster toward the front of the breasts and inside of the teats where the most milk built up first. His movements are awkward, I can tell he is very unsure. But, what man wouldn't want an opportunity like this? Just finishes opening things up for a day at work, and gets offered hot milk straight from the fat, bloated teats of some transformed woman waiting in the bathroom. He very gently kneels down and sucks on the left teat. It does not take much suction at all to cause it to erupt a stream of milk, and three tiny additional streams at different angles into his mouth- coating the inside. He pulls away a moment, clearing his mouth with his tongue and swallowing a second time with a bit of a furrowed brow.
"It isn't milk..." A little too creamy, and thick.
"Heavy cream. It is good for you." He cautiously went back to sucking. "Good for growing boys..."
*Ooh, why did I have to make it sound naughty? This is really hot, but also confusing still, did I really need to complicate things?*
Straight from the tap, and most importantly not 100% human, of course my boobs would be full of cream, not milk. I felt eager for him to keep drinking.
*C'mon, drink up. Fill up. Feel the warm, heavy liquid gently stretching your stomach.*
I noticed his ears were looking pointed suddenly, and quickly started to scan over his body. Oh no, he is changing? But why doesn't this feel surprising? Did I know this would happen? Why would I do this to a random guy? Wait, the urge to change is settling... that is why I did this! I am dumping runoff transformative mana into him, to prevent myself from changing! Should I do this? Well, I guess I already am.
His stomach started to push out between his pants and shirt, the skin blushing pink. Oh... a little piggy. All that high-fat cream going straight to your belly. His other urges causing the crotch of his pants to bulge out as his balls grow rounder and larger with their own weight. His nose started to change shape and his increased heart rate and breathing speed caused him to unintentionally let out quiet grunts as he drank now! My milk-engorged teat must feel good in his mouth, so good to suck. The rubbery, spongy skin squishing between his lips, exploding waves of hot cream across his tongue, painting the inside of his mouth with fatty goodness! I try to suppress my moans- glad he is getting noisier himself to cover the sounds I am trying not to make. I lean forward from the pleasure, unintentionally shoving more tit into his face! My soft, elastic breast flesh squishes out around his nose as it bends upward into more of a snout and then started to grow forward! The longer and larger his nostrils grew, the louder his grunts and oinks became! His ears were now large, pointed leaf shapes! His hands are trembling! They had been cupping the bottoms of my breasts gently, but now they shook and drew back. I could hear clicks and clacks of bone in them as they compacted- devolving into hooves. His feet must be doing the same- but I cannot see them past his growing belly and they are also still in his boots. His arms and legs were starting to become shorter, but their mass did not change- so by getting shorter, they are also getting much wider. His gut is absolutely huge- it is almost the same mass as the rest of his body! It is neon pink and pulled so taught that it looks like it would pop like a balloon if you poked it!
His spine suddenly started to let out loud, hollow pops as it stretched longer, causing his stomach to stretch taller and project less from the rest of him! His torso was becoming barrel shaped! His clothes were very ill-fit at this point. He is getting taller than he was, and much thicker, but his limbs were only half their length now, and twice as thick. So the legs and arms of his clothing still hugged his limbs tightly- but were two times too long, and draped off the ends. He let go of her teat and immediately scrambled to the next, almost falling over from how frantically he took the second! His transformation was driving him now- his common sense muffled by a growing need to gorge on the precious fluid. His neck became so thick you could barely tell the difference from the rest of his torso. His snout stretched longer, pulling the rest of his skull outward with it, losing its human shape. He pressed his trotters against my leg to help hold himself upright- his hips and body shape no longer allowed him to stand on his own. I could feel the shape of his snout pressed firmly into my tit above the teat as he sucked- as his face finished stretching out, his human hair fell from his head, leaving him with the peach-fuzz of a domestic pig. His enormous balls filled his pants completely, exposing his transforming cock as the base and what had formerly been his foreskin turned into a sheath to draw it into. When his balls pulled his pants down to make more room, a corkscrew tail sprung up behind him like someone flicking a door-stop.
He paused his milking for a moment, letting out several stuttered oinks and grunts. His body flinched several times and his iris widened, making his eyes look darker as he stumbled between my legs and clacked onto all fours, then looked around making snuffling sounds in confusion.
*Oh, I really changed him, huh? His mind turned full pig too. I guess that is better for me, if he can't point fingers at me. By the time he reverts I will be long gone from the crime scene...*
I should feel bad for him, but I don't. The urge to change slowly fades back too... man, I must have been REALLY transformed. Then the tinge of guilt sweeps back over me, but it's not for what I did to this little plump piggy. A transformation addict. That is why my body can't remember what its proper shape is- I have been transforming myself so consistently for so long that even on a normal day, my memory of my actual body is a distant one. Oh no... that is what happened to Monty. I went to his book signing in a fully transformed state, which already caused people to start muttering to themselves and upset Monty. Transformation magic is expensive, but technically anyone can buy a kit, so having anthros or ferals who are really transformed people here and there is not that uncommon. A fully feral custom form, bigger than most of the people around me however is still a bit weird- especially at a public gathering. I wouldn't miss his book signing for the world but... I also couldn't bring myself to use my normal body. It was so much more comfortable to be in a different shape. I never wanted to admit it was a problem. Glancing down at the crumpled note he left me though... it seems everyone else knew it was a problem. If I look closely at my eyes in my reflection, I can see flecks of purple starting to appear. Signs of mana poisoning- using too many spells on myself too frequently. And my makeup matches the corrupted color. I feel a bit of disgust at that. I looked at the corruption and decided to accessorize around it, instead of acknowledge the fact that it was a problem, and I needed to fix it, not doll it up!
I can't remember what actually happened at that event. I transformed beyond what I meant to. I had so much extra mana in me that that one spell itself required, that walking into a public area where the ambient mana levels would be high, caused me to overdose. It transformed my mind too- because even now, having recalled all that- I still cannot remember properly the actual event. I lost my mind, my body... I unintentionally smothered myself out of existence entirely for a short window of time. I remember what I am supposed to look like now. Unfortunately I look great even by default, but insist on distorting those looks regardless. This is the transformed state I used at the gathering, but, a regressed form of it... it is still trying to return to full. The extra I bloated the piggy with was what overdosed me only, so I cannot blank out entirely this time, but also he is stuck as a pig for around half a day. Even my lack of remorse is wrong. I should feel bad about turning him into a pig without his permission. But then I think about how that must have felt, and suddenly feel more like I have done him a favor. The feeling of being filled, stretched... the satisfying pop as your joints and bones re-set into their new location, the feeling of your muscle flexing and stretching into new shapes. The loss of control as you turn feral and just let instinct guide you- letting you shut off your noisy thoughts and worries for once. Falling to the floor on all fours like a beast, discarding your human pride, knowing only as a beast does how worthless it is to have in the first place.
I am taking deep breaths now, and my body is fully warmed up again. Why am I so turned on?
*Maybe just one more...*
No, not one more! I need to turn completely normal and stop this!
*It feels sooo good...*
But... I mean, I could still transform myself, just, in moderation. Like normal people.
*Too full of mana, can't fight it anyway.*
If I try to leave while I am unstable like this, I will start to transform by accident while I am trying to get home... I will change for now, I guess. Then I can get home, and then just... not change again for a while. How much is a while? Haven't I said this to myself before? How do I stop? I flick through my phone only half-paying attention to anything on the screen while I try to ponder my situation. The urge to change is coming back strong- it is not a mental urge... that never goes away- this is a physical urge, against the actual energy in my body. A thin sheet of will power keeping its current shape- any slight fold that appears in it will cause it all to come crashing down. Once I feel it, my body changing, stretching, becoming something new... I know I will not be able to stop it. Luckily my mind should not blank out- because the excess is already removed into the unwitting piggy. I continue to look at my phone trying to distract my brain with the nothings of the internet to calm myself a bit as I quietly slip from the men's to the women's bathroom in case more people come before I am done. If I am going to turn into some beast, I might as well do it in a place that is at least correct for my gender. I pause my hasty browsing of my phone's unread messages and updates and find an ad I kept in an open tab from the other day. Like so many other things, I had forgotten about it completely. It is an ad for some shady organization I never heard of before called RHE. They are looking for human test subjects for a new type of transformation. Transform, and get paid for it? Fuck yea. Gosh... I am so far gone I am lining up future transformations before I even get out of my current one. I was about to close the ad out of disgust at myself but... maybe this is the out? Maybe this is the cure. If their test is on transformation, I obviously cannot have my own transformations up, or apply any new ones while they are running their tests. It would force me to be clean and stay clean for at least the duration of testing.
For now though, I can see my hands starting to stretch and compact in. My skin is becoming more dense- keratin bleeding into the surface to make it harder and smoother- pulling the pours smooth, making my skin more akin to a fingernail. I am slipping. And I want it. I fight it because I know I should, but it still starts to slip because I don't want to fight it. I don't even care what I turn into! Anything, just keep changing! I wish my life was a roulette wheel of transformations that never stop! As soon as one finishes, apply the next and keep going! But every change puts me further from who and what I really am. I don't dislike me! I don't want to lose me! I want to be in two states at the same time and it just isn't possible. One or the other- I have to pick a side! As my skin changes on my hands, I can no longer operate my phone- the screen no longer recognizes my fingers.
My thumb, pinky, and ring finger all regress as my middle and index grow large, stealing their mass. My hands compress into a single bone as my skin hardens to become like an exoskeleton... that is right, my current transformed state is half insect. I cry out and scoot forward a bit in surprise from a sudden bolt of pleasure from above my butt that vibrates through my entire hip area! Oh- that is what the bulb is! The bulb started to grow in slow throbs- holding tight for two seconds with a single second break between! It is an insect abdomen, but because I am hybridized with a mammal as well, the position and shape of my genitals does not change to be on the abdomen. Which is good, because this particular type has a secondary purpose anyway. It was wedged under the tied rift in the back of my pants... that is what caused the rip in the first place. Now that it started to grow back in, it forced the tie to undo and my pants fell off on their own. It felt like it was being blown up like a balloon! Bigger and bigger with every throb, the skin is becoming like hard rubber, like on my arms and legs, so I can HEAR it stretching too! When it stretches, all the nerves pull tight in it, causing a pulse of pleasure too, but as it gets bigger the nerves keep branching to spread across the added mass, so every pulse of pleasure gets stronger too! My thoughts white out with every pulse, and come back only long enough to think about how much I want it to keep going! Bigger and bigger- it becomes a bit more oblong, like a giant egg of hard rubber. The fur on my thighs advances up to swallow my butt cheeks and connects to the large plume of fur over my pussy- but still does not advance up my torso further than that. On my back it ends with a slight stripe following my spine up slightly, and down onto the top of the abdomen slightly.
My entire body is filled with change, triggering all my nerves everywhere, making it impossible to think straight to control the advances of change even if I wanted to! My arms and legs both start to stretch a lot longer. At first I grip the sink to brace myself but my legs keep getting longer, forcing me to hunch further and further over! My boobs attempt to fill in the growing gap between themselves and the sink's edge! The pleasure is not strong, nor sharp. It is a slight, subtle tingle, but it happens everywhere the change it, all at once. It happens without me doing anything myself, and it does not pause till the change is complete. So that little pleasurable tickle ends up being overwhelming. Like with my abdomen- my breasts increasing mass only increased the nerve count and amplified the growing pleasure. My whole chest alight with a more familiar, sexual sort of pleasure, and my lower breasts filled with heat as their fluid production overcharged as well. They replenished their supply of cream so fast I could hear a squelching sort of gurgle as the fluid rapidly stretched out its confines and surged through the maze of veins to collect at the front. My areola pulled so tight, so fast it almost felt like a hand pressing on the inside of them, trying to get out. My teats fattened as they filled again and their surface immediately became wet- starting to automatically sweat milk from being overfull! My back is already steeply arched from the sensations from my growing bug butt so I shake my chest back and forth heavily, reveling in the feeling of their weight bouncing around and off one another! The teats are large and heavy enough to swing with their own rhythm separate of the breast itself, flicking drops of milk everywhere! My top breasts swelled up firm and big to the size the bottom pair had formerly been! At twice the size of a D cup... somewhere around the size of a full basketball each. Meanwhile the lower pair remained at the very least still twice as big as those. They rest on the edge of the sink and then started to roll into the sink itself. If I stood up straight, their bottoms would still be in my lap! Each teat was the full length of a permanent marker, and a bit thicker than one too.
Bigger and bigger the insect abdomen became, starting to take on a yellowish hue to the dense skin as it grew ever larger. It is the size of my entire torso now and still growing! Now that it is taking its proper shape I can actually move it around- the muscles at its base allow me to move it up and down, though not side to side at all. My hands have now stretched so long that the fused segment that used to be my hand is the same length as my forearm- and both my upper and forearm are longer than they had been! Even with my legs having gotten longer and more spindly looking- my arms are still long enough in comparison that I could walk on four limbs while still having my body half-upright. The fused segment that had been my last two fingers suddenly pulled away as the muscle yanked tight on its own, and with a splintering sound the surface tissue stretched and snapped! My arms split at the 70% mark, creating a second pair of arms! My shoulder blades popped and branched as well, drifting down to put the second pair of arms below my first. The second pair remained considerably smaller than the top though- they did not stretch longer when the top did. My palms and the underside of my remaining two fingers remained immune to the keratin coating, so they stay regular human flesh, but the changing of the skin on the backs causes my fingernails to vanish and just form pointed ends on my digits of the same material the skin itself has become. I drop to all fours now since my limbs are so damn long and my tits knock against one another, bouncing around wildly under me as I stand on the backs of my two massive fingers- the hard casing on the back allows me to stand on them without hurting them.
My nose scrunches up without meaning to and my upper lip feels like someone has hooked it and is tugging it up. The cleft in my upper lip advances up as the top of my nose squishes down to meet it. The bridge of my nose pops loudly with a dull *thunk* and becomes wider, but does not stick nearly as far out- this gives the end of my nose a triangular shape... like a goat. This is usually a transformation I induce last- to savor the last bit of humanity as it slips away, sort of poetic. Intense to the point where it feels sort of desperate, forcing your mind to rapidly flick between wanting more of the change and being in a panic over losing the last identifiable traces of itself. I had no control at this point though- so it was not happening last, it was happening with everything else that is still changing and I couldn't do anything about it. My butt is still getting bigger and bigger. Even with the tight-strung muscles in its base, it was getting almost impossible to lift it off the floor even in short bursts, it is bigger than my entire body! The yellow hue is turning a vibrant orange-yellow amber now! I pushed my lower arms into my lower tits, letting the milk leak out over them since I was holding myself up with my primary arms and my extraordinarily long goat-legs. The caprine fur and insect traits seemed to blend together, causing a very fluffy ring of blond fur to sprout around my primary arms at the shoulder- going from my arm pits up around to form a perfect ring. Another sprouted around my neck, forming a large fluffy mane, which got a bit longer in the front than the back, overhanging my top breasts slightly- to insulate the already overheated cleavage, causing beads of sweat to form around my boobs. Sweat trailed out from between my four breasts, where the heat built up the most where they touch one another.
My face stretched out, turning to a goat-like muzzle as the horns once again started to grow in- heavily ribbed. As my face stretched, new muscles twitched in my jaw, pulling on the bone. In a sudden burst of growth I moaned way too loudly, and my bottom jaw cracked in half! The two mandibles folded out of my mouth with two added segments on each, ending in large fang-like points. When not in use, the extra segment folds over the old one so it folds closed looking like a normal goat jaw when not in use. There is a bone ridge on the backs of the second segment that vaguely resembles the grinding teeth of a human jaw- so when they are folded away, their backs can be used like regular teeth. The horns growing rapidly made no sound anyone else could hear- but because it resonated in my skull itself I could hear it loudly. So loud. A soft rumbling with a dull pop in rapid succession as more and more bone branched from my skull, and grew the horns bigger and heavier. I loved the feeling of the weight. It told me how large they must be, how prominent the change must be. It tickles my loins and my emotions. Gods, I am way too into this. Too deep... drowning in my own perversions. This isn't a hobby or attraction, no... it became a desire, then a love... then an all-consuming obsession.
My gargantuan abdomen is so fucking tight and so heavy it's like a boulder anchoring me down, and I love it. I want it to be as heavy and obscene as possible- I want to fight it. More weight for me to struggle against, more distorted pleasure for my internal monologue to squabble with. With a final surge of pressure I accidentally squirted out from the end of it, surprising me and then causing a fit of laughter that even I think sounds like a psychopath. The surface of it is so monstrously stretched and boated that it has turned a translucent golden hue, like a giant, smooth, round gemstone! It is the ass of a Honeypot Ant! It is full of sweet, delicious honey! As the transformation slows to a stop, my body goes from buzzing all over with pleasure, to a warm afterglow, to suddenly very exhausted. I rest my chin on the side of the sink and close my eyes, just enjoying the feeling of the final change- the continued growth of my horns. They curve as they grow so they fold around themselves and twist bigger, and bigger, and bigger. Gargantuan disks of rolled up horn, stopping when either horn is nearly twice the size of my actual head... making them extremely heavy, and hard to hold my own head up for periods of time.
My limbs click on the tile floor as I look around, finding where I put my phone and using my discarded pants to wrap it up so I can hold them both in one of my lower two arms- the arms that have no fingers on the ends. Well... time to go home I guess. I see what happened to my shirt before anyway. There are two holes torn in the front that my bigger two teats fit through perfectly. All the rips in the shirt are pulled fully open once again and the tormented garment manages to just barely hold itself together, stretched around me. Honestly would be a lot easier to move without it on, since the fabric squishing all my tits together causes them to balloon outsideways further which interrupts all four of my arms, but... I also suppose I could do with more modesty, and I still have to skitter home somehow. I like the tug against them anyway. When I shake my body back and forth, my tits yank on the cloth which tugs against their fronts- my sensitive nips. I do still want to play with my body... especially now that there is so much built up sexual tension from the pleasure, but no release. I also needto be milked again. Now that the transformation settled though, I am thinking much more clearly, and know to leave all that for home. I need to sneak home as quickly as possible, so definitely use the back lane. Luckily it is so early in the morning that the mall is almost entirely empty. Most of the people in it right now are people who actually work here. I look sadly at the empty hall where the book signing was held. I must have ruined the meeting, with my body going berserk while I was there to cheer him on. It is fine to do what I like to do but... not when it ruins everything else to do it.
So, I took up that job offer from the weird ad I mentioned before. It worked! I mean... not right away. I had been going for a while without transformations on my own will power... ruining my friends book signing helped motivate me to get myself together, which helped me fight the urges to change. I looked fine again- regular, pretty woman. But inside I felt sort of... cold, or isolated I guess? You know how some people like colder temperatures because it means they can wrap themselves up in warm blankets? They like the feeling of the blanket- temperatures are just a side effect, what they really want is the comfy blanket out of the deal. Well, my transformation withdrawals were sort of like that... my transformed state was like my blanket. It wasn't that my body felt off, or wrong, it just felt... naked. Clothes did not help- it was not a normal kind of naked. When I felt myself thinking of what little transformations I could do that would be 'harmless' I signed up and shipped out to do the test with that company. Being with them, under their test prevented me from doing any transformations at all- so it did not matter if my willpower broke at that point; I was physically unable to do it. The place is pretty secretive so, I probably shouldn't divulge much on them, but, the point is- I eventually broke the habit. Being transformed permanently for an actual good cause, caused me to consider that form with more importance, more weight than any other form I could take. Being the engineered shape of so many hard working researchers really helped me appreciate the details of that new body. I technically have access to transformation magic still, even though I live on a private island now, but... I only use it on special occasions- very rarely. This body is the real me, I decided. No no, I can't tell you any more about the secret organization- it's secret! Oh. My current body? Well, sure, I could tell you about that part I suppose, but, that is another story, heh. |
Desolation: The Vanguard Chapter II: The Twins
Li's sister moaned softly and shifted beneath her, responding to the soft kisses upon her breast. Li smiled as she sat upon her larger sister's midsection and began to caress her. Her employers stated that act she was performing was a sin twice over; one was not to engage in sexual activity with a member of one's own gender, and certainly not with a member of one's own family. It was a wicked thing, they said. It was a sin, a thing that would invite demons into your heart and soul, corrupt you from within until you were consumed with lust.
Of course they politely looked the other way, as the sisters had long since been demon-tainted (in the eyes of the Vanguard, anyway) and were made even more so with the cybernetic conversion program. They looked down on them for it, but then again there was very little that the vault-born did not look down upon them for. Li and Xi had grown up in the wastes, as they were called; though their ancestral home was lush and filled with living things, not the dead sand and rock common to so many places. Their ancestors had found the place by following a relatively pure river which flowed down from the single mountain, called Endless in the common language. It was named in remembrance of a place in the old world, the word for it long forgotten, but the meaning remained the same. It was named so from the endless font of water that spilled out from within, creating the pure, life-giving river that allowed plants and animals to flourish.
There had been an old bunker dug into the mountain, not the size of one of the great vaults, but there had been a great amount of goods kept there. The great warrior tribes of centuries past had required portable and plentiful food to keep its armies on the march. With the ancient magics provided by grand monsters of machines, they had sealed food into small metal cans and placed several in a box meant to be one meal. The bunker had contained the production facility, as well as a warehouse filled with crates.
The Kay Tribe had taken their name from these packaged meals, traded in caravans amidst the wasteland. They had even gotten the machines working once more, and with the bounty of the Endless Mountain they continued to help feed the wastes. Demons had tried many times to take the mountain, but it was protected; for the ancestors had brought their own demons with them, great protectorate spirits from the old world, who ventured into the depths of the mountain and called more of their kind to defend their followers. Thirteen Great Spirit Beasts made the mountain their home, and their children stalked the wilderness amongst the common animals leading their packs and herds, or acted as messengers from range to range amidst the solitary creatures.
Unlike the warrior tribes of old, her people only took what they needed from nature and nothing more. The tunnel villages dug in the mountain provided the warmth and shelter that was needed. The altered plants and fungi of a world soaked with magics and radiation gave them light and many crops, which they used to feed livestock, themselves, and those that eagerly sought the traded K-meals. There was plenty for all, and in time the population grew. Not wanting to overwhelm the generous mountain spirit and her thirteen guardians, the Kay took to having two children per couple. Those who desired more would have to venture out into the wastes and bring back something of value to the whole tribe. Some sought books or data discs and tapes, knowledge from before the demons came. Others negotiated trade routes with towns, cities, bases, and vaults that also had things to offer. Some merely left to explore the world, returning with maps of the altered land.
Xi and Li had left to explore the world on their own, allowing their family to grow by two with their leaving. When they had come of age, venturing to the shrine at the top of the mountain where the Great Spirits dwelt, they had been blessed greatly, marked as children of the beasts themselves, their destiny to find and protect a realm of their own.
Li's thick brush of a tail wagged as she ran her tongue over Xi's pert nipple. Until their visit to the shrine, the two had been identical twins, unable to be told apart even by their parents. They were close, as close as two people could be. But upon that day they had become more. Each sister had a bond to the other, an almost supernatural ability to tell what the other was thinking and feeling. At times they seemed to be almost one person in two bodies, which was rather how they viewed themselves. They were more than one being, but less than two. They could never explain the concept to others, but it was what they knew in their hearts to be true.
The blessings of the Great Beasts had made them randy, Li's blessing from the mischievous fox and Xi's of the virile tiger. Being transformed from mortal flesh to that like the Spirits dwelled in had only increased their libido. The unconscious Xi let out a soft cry as her sister suckled playfully upon a plentiful breast.
They had joined Vanguard, their skills as warriors and defenders of trade caravans well known. The order had not known that the twins were seeking out a place to be guardians of when they had signed on, but they had still yet to find that place.
Li's tongue traced over the dark markings that had appeared on her twin's skin, joining the many markings of favor from spirits they had aided over the years, as well as their patron's blessings.
Xi's arms and legs were adorned with beautifully detailed black stripes, the marks of the great cat that had recognized a part of its self in her. In time her hair had become a tawny orange, her eyes a deep feline green and slitted. Rounded furry ears adorned the top of her head, and a long tiger's tail trailed behind her. The marks upon Xi's breasts marked where the Vanguard had implanted the two large cybernetic computer components that served as the mind of the great creature that the two piloted.
They were experimenting to see how well one of the great demon-mechs could be piloted by two individuals who were used to being partners. The Hydra was the most complex of six mechs that had been created. Though the Minotaurus and the Lillith were heavier due to their thicker armor and stouter construction, and the Leviathan and Wyvern longer, the Hydra was overall the largest and most well armed of them. It was essentially a mobile weapons platform, designed for fast and rapid movement from location to location to keep enemies guessing. Six of its seven heads were capable of using their breath weapons akin to mortar fire, delivering acid, flaming napalm, and frigid liquid nitrogen down onto demonic foes from quite a ways away. The seventh head instead utilize thick saliva to spit a long line of conductive mucus, and then to send an incredible bolt of lightning down that line. Strange forces and spells went into the making of the gland that produced the substance, and given elevation and a lack of wind, the Hydra could get her central head to spit with a meter's accuracy at three miles from the target. Four heavy guns were mounted upon her back and shoulders, four miniguns and four missile pods adorned the end of her powerful tail, nestled within a spiked mace.
While the Hydra was modeled in part of the great multiheaded dragon, it was also in part designed from great lizards that had walked the planet in times beyond imagining. Bony plates and spikes from various species of dinosaur had been inspirations for the Hydra's construction, enhanced by biomechanical armor and spikes as well. Being hit by large demons from behind or above was the most common concern for the vehicle mounted artillery the Vanguard used, but the great dino-dragon was all but immune to these strikes.
Li giggled as she traced the seven pointed stars that encircled her sister's nipples, in addition thick, wavy lines extended several inches past the pointed arms of the star, and eighth line, straight, extended downward opposite the star's central point at the top of the breast. She knew it was the mark of their beast, the created demon-mech that they had grown quite comfortable in the past few weeks.
She could feel its presence, watching over them even now, though they were unable to see it. Despite the spirit's youth, Li knew that it was one of motherhood and maternity. When linked to the Hydra she could feel its pleasure at the two lives secured within. Small and comparatively weak and fragile, needing her protection to survive and to grow. The Great Spirit thought of its two pilots as its children. It had also marked each of the sisters in areas aligned with motherhood and fertility, and also where its components resided. Li's belly sported its own seven pointed star, with the same wavy lines and the single straight line that came to a point, like the Hydra's tail before the weaponry was added on. The only difference was that her star pointed downwards, and the 'tail' pointed up.
Li was not tall and powerful like her sister, she was shorter, her body more streamlined and lithe, and flat chested to the point of looking nearly androgynous. Her patron spirit had been the fox, and it had left markings upon her as the great tiger had done with Xi. Her hair was a shade in between red and orange, the hue of the fox fur that also adorned her pointed ears and her richly furred vulpine tail. Her markings were confined to her hands, feet, forearms, shins, and calves, like the sock-like black markings of her patron creature. Li's portion of the Hydra's processor core had been installed in her womb, which resulted in the appearance that her belly would forever appear to be near term with twin children dwelling within. It hampered her stealthiness and dexterity, but she was not a caravan guardian any longer. The Hydra did all the movement and heavy lifting.
She slipped a hand down to her sister's sex as her tongue moved upwards, seeking her sister's lips. As always the faint caress over her loins was enough to stir Xi from her catnap. Li could toy with her sister's breasts all she liked, even drive her to powerful climax, but Xi would continue to sleep through it. But the faintest touch to the core of her femininity would serve to awaken her from slumber.
Her larger twin sighed softly, returning the gentle kiss. Their lovemaking was always slow, tender, hours of building up to a single glorious climax. Their alterations, cybernetics mixed with demon-magic, assured that they did not need sleep. But the dream world was so fascinating Xi preferred to slumber and dream during whatever time she had to herself. But at night, in the bleak hours between midnight and dawn, those were the hours that belonged to both sisters, when they would share everything with one another.
"Father Tiger spoke to me from the mountains," Xi whispered to her sister, her powerful hands coming up to gently trace the black star upon Li's belly. "Something wondrous is to happen tonight, a gift from the Great Spirits to assure that many of their wicked cousins will be punished by us for the horrors that they inflict upon mortal beings."
"And how will we do that, dear sister?" Li said softly, resting her head upon Xi's ample chest.
Xi smiled. "Why, you do realize that we have thirteen benevolent yokai," she used the old word for demons, one with less negative connotation that the one in the trade tongue, "The six great beasts, and the seven who pilot them."
Li smiled as well. "I had, but until you mentioned it, I had not thought of its parallel to the mountain home of our kin and its spirits."
The tiger-touched twin merely chuckled, hugging her sister to her breast, "Tonight, I am told, we will become powers ourselves, no longer mortal spirits inhabiting demon's flesh."
"And how will this be brought about, my sister?"
"I am not sure, but I do not think it will mind if we continue our love making while we are waiting for it."
"I do not think so either," Li concluded, the twins meeting in a more passionate kiss.
-o-
Delilah stood in the shadows, her demonic form cloaked with the darkness. The scent of the Kay sisters was irresistible. They were twice marked by demonic forces, and that made them stand out like beacons in the night to Delilah's succubus senses. Their bodies entwining, two sisters pressed against one another, hands, lips, and tongues roaming over the other's flesh; this too had drawn the new demoness' attention. But it was not the so-called sin of the act that called to her; rather it was the intensity of the act. The emotion shared between the two sung its siren song to her, calling her to oversee the alteration of these two before any others.
She could not believe that the Vanguard had been so ignorant. She could sense new presences now, it was not quite sight, scent, or sound, but had components of all three. Using this new sense Delilah could feel the energy building in the room; hot, warm, lovely, and delicious. She basked in the glow of the twins' lovemaking, for the affection the sisters shared fueled the energy storm building around them as much as the carnal lust.
Oh how she longed to join in, but she was not the only demonic presence in the room. Though the astral form of the Hydra was half in the room and half out, the demon-mech's rear half residing in the storage room on the other side of the wall. Her many eyes watched over the room, some focused on Delilah, others focused on the beast's pilots in the bed. The many headed reptile knew what had happened to Delilah and what she had done to Shailai. The succubus could faintly feel each surge of pleasure the new demoness felt as she mated with her mistress the Wyvern, and she suspected so too did the Hydra. The demonic mech looked almost pleadingly at Delilah, wanting to grant her pilots the gift that Lillith had granted to the new succubus. Hydra was a new spirit, and she did not have the power that Delilah's love had bestowed upon her.
She smiled and closed her eyes, reaching out to the mighty presence. "Take all you need," she whispered. "Use my strength to grant them the gift we both desire for them to receive."
Delilah shivered as she felt some of her demonic lifeforce slither away. It was not an unpleasant sensation, for she had an incredible amount to spare and she gave of it willingly. She could see why some sorts of demons, the vampiric types, would greatly enjoy corrupting their victims with this method. It was rather effective; drain a mortal's living essence and then replace it with an equal portion of your own. Mortal agents and thralls could be created in this manner, just as long as the demonic force was not in dominance over the mortal.
The spectral form of the Hydra shimmered, granting her a little bit of solidity, but not so much as to prevent her from passing through the wall. She was just 'real' enough to touch those who she had marked as her own. The creature lowered her central head down onto the bed, her jaws opened wide. The six other heads extended their tongues, playfully licking and lapping at the twins. Li and Xi both cried out, quivering. Delilah recalled how wonderful her own deimomech's touches had been upon her body, and could only imagine what the twins were feeling now.
-o-
The Hydra crept forward slowly, her pilots slowly coaxed into her spectral maw. Li and Xi could feel a soft warmth surrounding them, but they could not yet see the source of the heat, nor where the soft, smooth caresses of pleasure over their bodies came from. As the warmth spread over their bodies, drawn deeper and deeper into their mech's mouth, they found themselves in a pleasant and lustful haze. They ground gently against one another, their loins forgotten. What seemed to give the most pleasure were the marks upon belly and breast, the places the Hydra had claimed as her own. She was not devouring them, oh no. A demon's anatomy was malleable; it was whatever the creature desired it to be. So if she desired her throat to lead to her womb, then so be it. There was nothing that stopped that from being true, save for the tiny expenditure of power that it took. She had longed for her pilots to be truly inside her, residing within her womb, not merely within the specially crafted chamber where they piloted her from. They were to be her children, her offspring, but in order to do so they needed to be truly reborn.
Hydra crept forward into the room, lifting her head to send her pilots on their journey from mouth to belly. She could feel her power building as she drew in the elements the two sported that granted her consciousness and control. Her tongue slithered between the twins' legs, caressing their sexes, further marking the pair, making them hers. With a gulp she drew them into her completely, closing her mouth and trapping them inside her. She could feel a world of potential opening up within her; a demon could do whatever it liked with its own body, provided it had the raw power to alter it. Her pilots had been marked twice now, a third time and they would be as her own flesh.
She fully entered the room, resting her forequarter atop her pilots' bed, curling her heads and tail around, drawing in her power fully to one location. Li and Xi cried out softly as the deimomech drew out the control components from each of them, adding her missing pieces to herself. She gave back in turn, knowing that her pilots adored their additions, loving the plentiful breasts and the big round belly that they had been given, made so wonderfully sensitive by demonic alteration. But the Hydra also knew that each sister had envied what the other had, wanting to have a generous bust and a round, pregnant belly of her own. It was quite simple to grant the desire, to give Li an enhanced bust, and to Xi a rounded, full belly. New markings appeared upon the skin of each sister, the same seven pointed star with wavy lines that symbolized the great Hydra. Upon Li the markings upon her breasts were turned 45 degrees inward, the long 'tail' opposite the peak point of the joining just below her sternum, making a Y shape with the mark already upon her midsection. Xi's mark was identical to the two she already sported; save for its location upon her navel, the symbol's tail pointing downward to her loins where small black marks had appeared.
Thrice marked, they were fully hers now.
-o-
The Hydra beckoned Delilah towards her, and the succubus found herself unable to resist the call. There was something the deimomech craved, something she needed, something that she fantasized about, and as such it stirred the demonic instincts deep within the new succubus.
Her crimson skin seemed to glow softly for a moment as the pilot drew upon her power to begin the alterations she would need to satisfy the massive reptile. Her loins began to ache and throb, leaking thick juices that glowed the hue of embers in a fire. She approached the creature's astral form as if in a trance. Delilah's taloned fingertips traced over the ethereal skin and scales, feeling them in all their wonderful sleekness even though they were not truly there. If she truly wished, Delilah could have walked right through the Hydra's massive flank, feeling nothing more than the slightest sensation upon her, like unseen cobwebs in a passage. But she wanted the Hydra to be solid to her, and so she was.
Delilah planted a kiss upon one inquisitive snout, gasping softly as others began to nuzzle her, soft, smooth tongues wider than her spread fingers exploring her demonic form. The Hydra's touch did not stir the same incredible sensations that contact with her own Lillith did, but they still were wonderful. The gentle touches of a somewhat shy, but eager lover. Heavy forked tongues teased her four nipples and her dripping sex. The merest touch about her womanhood made Delilah nearly fall to the floor in bliss.
The Hydra imparted a fragment of her dream upon Delilah, providing the instructions for alteration. Immediately Delilah felt her loins altering, the small nub of her clit beginning to swell and lengthen, her insides churning and shifting to provide the proper plumbing. While it was most certainly phallic in shape, as could easily be seen by its eight inch length after a few moments, the new organ Delilah sported was not a cock, not truly. It was not for filling others with her seed, but rather to provide a more effective delivery method for the demonic eggs that grew within her belly.
Delilah's new shaft drooled a generous amount of the same ember-hued fluid that seemed to have replaced Delilah's precum in her new demonic form. The Hydra seemed to enjoy lapping it up, her ethereal form shimmering, gaining a bit more color and definition to it, becoming less and less of an empty shell and more and more a creature of the astral plane. She would never be able to interact with proper humans, but she could likely... influence things. The outer walls of the Vanguard base were heavily warded to prevent such things from entering, but the Hydra was already inside.
A heavy tongue encircled Delilah's ovipositor, coaxing and caressing it into the size and shape the Hydra desired. Heavy and thick, about the length and thickness of Delilah's upper leg. It was most certainly not human; the thick knot at the base gave that away, as well as the strange, spade-shaped head, the rounded bumps on the bottom, as well as the three thick rings upon the length. With its sleek smoothness and onyx coloration it looked almost like some sort of obscene sex toy, another thing that was banned by Vanguard. Delilah couldn't even imagine what it felt like to have such a huge, wonderfully shaped thing inside her. But she wanted to, oh did she ever. She wanted to explore every single deviant thing that she had been told not to do for fear of drawing in demons.
She licked her lips at the thought of performing one more; bestiality. It was true that her Lillith was a beast, a four legged creature; but that was rather different. Delilah and Lillith complemented each other, they were soulmates. Shape did not matter between them, something greater than mere flesh and form. But the Hydra did not share such a bond with her. A gentle thrill ran through her as she thought about the situation. Demons drew energy and strength from human emotion; the guilt and shame some felt at having such fantasies, and the web of emotions woven by years of habitation in the Vanguard base left enough behind to fuel Delilah's further arousal.
The Hydra's tail curled around her, coaxing her forward as it lifted its rump, exposing the great demoness' sex. Like Delilah, the juices that showed the mech's arousal and lubricated her passage glowed softly. The hue was a pale blue, nearly a grey, contrasting a bit with the Hydra's gold and green scales. It felt wonderfully cool to the touch, whereas Delilah's had a pleasant heat to it.
"I gift to you, Mother Hydra," she whispered, "two of my eggs for your use. Bless your pilots, your children, as you see fit."
She relaxed, abandoning thought, acting only on the instincts that whispered to her, telling her of dreams, fantasies, desires, and sensations, telling her where her reptilian lover desired to be caressed, and what touches would most please her. Delilah had never felt as good in her life as she did at that moment, fully embracing what she had become. She was having the time of her life, and she wasn't even halfway through the roster of pilots yet. Mmm...So much to do, and so little time. But she would not rush through this night. Everything had to be perfect, be wonderful. It wasn't every night that you got to be reborn into what you've always wanted to be...
-o-
Xi let out a soft moan as she began to stir. She could feel the faint twitches of pleasure in her loins that always came after a night of delicious carnal embrace with her sister. But the pleasure felt different this time. It felt more intense, but at the same time more natural. Like this was what she had always been meant to feel, but the limitations of her body, mind, and soul would not allow it. She felt warm, safe, loved, but she also felt strangely alone and isolated. She reached out in the darkness, feeling for her sister, her lover, her other half. The movements were slowed, muffled, as if passing through water. Her fingertips found a more solid resistance in a smooth, curved surface. Xi pressed against it, but found it hard and unyielding, even to her powerful body.
Her other hand, her left, felt a bit strange, stiff and cramped, like it had been in an uncomfortable position for quite some time, or had fallen asleep. But oddly there was no pain or discomfort, just a strange feeling that things were not bending as they ought. She couldn't feel her fingers, now could she seem to make a fist. Though she could open and close her hand rather like a crab's claw.
Xi smiled as she realized where she was and what had happened. She had experienced this once before, long ago. She had gone to meet the Great Spirit Beasts and had been reborn, infused with a portion of their power.
The Hydra had given them her blessing, marked Xi and Li as her own, not merely with marks, but in their forms as well. Xi smiled, pressing her claws against the shell of her egg. The shell parted easily, and almost seemed to shatter as Xi pushed her way free of it. Blue-grey fluid gushed forth from the egg, clinging to Xi's body. She drew in a deep breath, even though she did not need to. She felt the warm air flow into her lungs, but it continued to flow, coming to a rest deeper within her belly within some unfamiliar organ. Oddly enough she also felt it in her left arm.
She looked down upon the limb to find it massively changed. Her jaw dropped upon seeing her left hand, no longer a hand. It was instead a second head, draconic, sporting the same horns and fins as the great Hydra. Looking upon it seemed to activate new senses within her, the emerald, slit-pupilled eyes opening. Its muzzle grinned as Xi found herself seeing the world through four eyes instead of two. It made looking over her altered form so much easier.
Everything was familiar, yet most of her had changed in some way. The markings upon her body, the sign of the Great Tiger, still adorned her skin, but they also marked her scales. Orange, black, and white scales adorned her body, covering from toe to knee, from fingertip to elbow, and from shoulders to buttocks and down her tail. Her tail too had been altered, transforming from its furred feline shape to a longer, thicker reptilian tail covered in scales, with only a strip of striped, spiky fur down the middle. Nestled within the strip were small spikes that grew in size the further up her spine they went, until they reached her head, becoming the foundation for a large crest that extended six inches outward from her skull. Her long hair still remained, as did her pointed, furry, feline ears. But a pair of spiked frilled had been added to the side of her head where her ears had once been when she was human.
Her face had changed as well, with a light dusting of small scales, almost like freckles. Small spikes encircled her eye sockets, a pair of thick, but short, horns growing from her temples. They were not yet the majestic horns of a great dragon, but in time they would. The thought spread a smile over Xi's short, blunt muzzle. Her face was not draconic, but it certainly was not human. It was a beautiful blend of both, taking what Xi felt were the best features of both and bringing them together, painting the union with the coloration and markings of a tiger.
She ran her right hand over the scales upon her left, both of her mouths smiling as she found them to have a velvety texture to them. Not quite fur, but a pleasant compromise between mammalian and reptilian traits. On the subject of mammalian traits, her own markers of belonging to that particular group had seemingly grown. Xi couldn't help but chuckle, she had always been fond of the computer core 'implants,' and found herself wishing on more than one occasion that they could be even bigger. Her breasts had been her favorite feature about herself, and Li loved to watch her sister play with them for her amusement. Xi's favorite portion of her sister's anatomy had been Li's similarly enhanced belly. Her smaller sister looked so sexy with a large, rounded middle, and Xi had spent many a night caressing and kissing the roundness as she pleasured herself.
Now she had her own roundness to enjoy, and she did so, running the forked tongue of her head-hand over the ebon marks of her 'mother,' the Great Hydra. The touch made her moan softly, causing her arousal to rise rapidly. That too was different; it seemed almost an external thing, a lustful ache building outside her body, rapidly extending further and further outward.
She looked down, but found her 'assets' to be an impediment. Xi chuckled, using the eyes on her 'hand' to view the alteration. Both of her mouths gasped at the sight of her altered loins, and they began to water at the sight of her bestial manhood. It was the size of her forearm, the thicker left forearm anyway, a deep black in color, emerging from a sheath at the base. She lacked a hanging sack, but she could see her heavy balls beneath it, extended outward partially from her body, but not entirely. Like the rest of her it seemed a mix between reptile and mammal.
The shaft itself was rather chimeric, rather equine in proportion and scale, but with a rounder, more human head. It was studded with feline spines, and sported the beginnings of a canine knot at the base. Xi could tell that while her body had all the outward appearances of being female, her sexual organs were entirely that of a male. It made her laugh, and also filled her with pride. Her people did not think of gender merely as a binary concept; there were other combinations out there, though rare in naturally born humans. But Xi had long since ceased being limited by what nature had gifted her for a body, having been transformed thrice over. Twice by Great Spirits and once by Vanguard scientists.
Xi was about to curl her tongue around her new length, to orally pleasure one new addition with another, but the surprised gasp of her smaller sister drew her attention elsewhere.
Li too stood in the ruins of her egg, similarly altered. She too had become a mix of her three aspects, human, fox, and dragon. Scales adorned her body in the same pattern as Xi and nearly in the same color, but hers were far more red than orange. Her tail lacked the central strip of bristly fur, instead sporting a fluffy, white tip, with long spikes hidden within, the tips just barely poking out of it. Like Xi, her breasts and belly had grown, the former having reached the size that Xi's had been before her enhancement, and the latter having grown even larger and heavier. The very sight of her sister made Xi's erection drool thick streams of glowing goo, oh how she longed to explore the new wonders that that had been gifted upon them. It was then that Xi noticed one more aspect of difference between the two of them; Xi's head-hand was on her left side, while Li's was one her right.
The two sister's came together, embracing one another, kissing in a way only they could; lips against lips and muzzle to muzzle. A double kiss, greater than anything anyone else could ever off them. They were a perfect match for one another, a perfect mirror. Li wrapped her left arm around her sister's neck, while Xi slipped her right beneath Li's rump, the two pulling her upward for proper lovemaking. With their large bellies and breasts, it ought to have been quite a chore, but somehow they managed. It was only a few moments before Xi's member was hilted in her smaller sister, her knot beginning to swell, binding them together in an act of passion as great as two lovers could ever hope to achieve.
It was then that something gave way inside of them, a wall that had been present all their lives, a wall with only a tiny window to the other side that could be peered though, and on a rare occasion reached through. Each sister's mind was fully open to the other, a union of mind and spirit to bolster that of their flesh. The contact was what each had craved for the entirety of their lifetime. Two souls joined eternally together, but until that moment trapped, despite their link they would be always apart had nature taken its course. But nature no longer had any say in the affairs of the twins. An idea sparked between them, not coming from one or the other, but from the union of both. There were pieces that were still Xi and pieces that were still Li, but as they had always known there was more overlap than there was individuality. Less than two souls, but more than one.
As they made love their bodies began to join together, as their minds had. There had always been a great power within them, but a power divided. As two became one the power flooded them, making the sisters more than the sum of their parts. Their bodies grew as they united, as skin became coated in velvety scales, as human features were replaced by draconic, as neck lengthened, as claws grew, as hands and feet became paws.
Four draconic heads cried out as pleasure rocked their shared form, the liquid flow of their uniting flesh and united souls as great as any sexual pleasure they could ever hope to experience. They grew and grew, their merged form twice as big and several times as heavy as their combined mass ought to have made. Within the room a new hydra took shape, her red-orange scales gleaming, her markings that of a demonic tiger, inverted upon her lower fore and hind legs where the coloration of the fox remained. She caressed her four heavy breasts with eager tongues, caressing her broad, egg-filled middle with one forepaw, the other encircling her manhood. Her frame was not quite quadrupedal, but also not quite humanoid. She could function as either if she so desired.
She felt a comforting warmth enfolding her, the embrace of her spectral mother. The Great Hydra curled around her daughter, her lover, four muzzles locking with the smaller hydra's, two others suckling hungrily upon plentiful breasts. She coaxed her child onto her back, lowering herself down onto the new hydra's aching member. The sisters cried out as their body shuddered, a fifth, central head emerging from their body. It was the sum of all that they shared, a consciousness that was neither Xi nor Li, but rather their true self, the single persona that the twins had always been facets of. They would never be apart again. Though the new hydra could divide herself into her component selves, the sisters were now forever united, brought together in one mind and one spirit, one that could inhabit two bodies. She didn't know the words to explain herself, she never did. The mortal tongue had no terms to describe a being that was at the same time one and several.
"We thank you, mother...," the new hydra's two outer heads said in unison.
"We are united in one, as we have always desired...," whispered the two in the middle.
"I am yours forever, your pilots, your daughter, your lover...," the center continued.
"Whatever you desire," all five finished in unison.
The Great Hydra purred softly, nuzzling her daughter's many muzzles with her own. She had no desire for ownership, for domination of her children, her lovers, her pilots. But there was one thing she desired, and desired more than anything.
-o-
Daughter Hydra cried out, her twin sexes linked together in climax, her seed flowing into her mother's eager depths. Though Mother Hydra's true body slumbered many stories above, whatever coupling took place between Daughter and Mother would have identical effects on both. With demons there was little divide between body and soul, any effect upon the astral form would be carried over to the physical. Even pregnancy.
Delilah chuckled to herself as she mused upon the topic. The room had grown increasingly crowded, filled with mating Mother and Daughter, serpentine heads and tails moving about with little regard for smaller sized voyeurs. The succubus walked down the hall, placing both hands upon her belly, the weight of her remaining eggs both a comfort and a burning ache within her. There were so many gifts that she needed to give and so little time to give them in. Perhaps once she had granted all the deimomech pilots the wonder of true demonhood, of being brought closer to the nature of the creatures that had become very much a part of them, Delilah would awaken her napping soulmate's astral form, drawing another load of seed into her belly, granting her another clutch of eggs to introduce comrades to the power that suffused every fiber of her being.
The thought made her chuckle, hour long pregnancies and rapidly growing eggs. It was something that was almost unheard of. The power to do so only seemed to be unlocked within a newly transformed human. But Delilah knew that if she so desired, she could be filled with eggs again and again, unlike anything she had ever heard of before, beyond even her seemingly instinctual knowledge of demonhood. Demons seldom parted body and soul, to explore in astral form. It left the body virtually helpless, and any damage taken upon one would be carried over to the other. It was little surprise that they would not investigate the wonders of this ability and power. A succubus would use it; of course, it made slipping into the rooms of lustful lovers so much easier, and kept them from detection.
Delilah shivered, a thick strand of lava-hued precum leaking from her ovipositor. Perhaps once her task was done she would see what it was like to visit others in astral form, perhaps causing a few pregnancies. The very thought filled her even more with lust and desire as she slipped into the next pilot's bedroom.
The more she experienced the more she craved, the more Delilah wanted to explore. Her body seemed to change a little more with each pilot she brought over into full-on demonhood, a little more of Delilah's fantasies and desires made real as she discovered them and could act upon them. She would never have imagined herself with a cock, invading women's dreams, seducing them, making their bellies grow with demonspawn. Of course she would gently peer into the minds of her lovers, assuring that such would be something they'd enjoy.
Delilah smiled as she sat down upon the bed, running her hand over the huge belly of the pilot through the covers. Delilah didn't even need to poke around in this one's thoughts in order to know that she would be more than eager, perhaps even outright thrilled, at the prospect.
After all, Technician Sardius had already willingly, eagerly, and by the sounds that occasionally came from her room while Delilah was passing by, very enthusiastically had filled herself with eggs. |
(M tf feminine hybrid cow/rabbit/kangaroo)
Julius came home from work and sighed as he clicked on the lights to his house. Currently empty- his girlfriend has already been away for four days and would not return for at least another four. Needing to wind down for the weekend now without his girlfriend Jessica around, he stripped out of his stuffy business attire and just flopped onto the cool sheets of his bed nude. He had a half-chub between his legs all damn day. The downside to being in such an active relationship is his dick got used to all the attention it was getting. Now that there was no Jessica around, it wasn't being tended to. So that was where Julius planned to start.
He had not needed to resort to porn in some time, so when he opened up his laptop on the bed beside him with one hand and gently grabbed his dick with the other- he had to scroll some ways in his bookmarks to find any links to porn. He opened up an old HornPub favorite but grunted in frustration when an ad opened when he clicked play.
"Why just watch porn, when you could make it."
He furrowed his brow. "Why would I go through all the effort to make porn when I could just watch porn that someone else already made? What kind of stupid pitch is that?!"
In frustration from the interruption he tapped outside of the skip ad button, unintentionally opening the link. His laptop was getting a bit old so it ran as well as fish on land- he had to wait for the page to fully load before he could do anything. He tapped the back button but it was in the middle of loading so it didn't register any of his input. When it did load though, he furrowed his brow again when it was what looked like a survey- not what he expected from a link like that. It looked like some sort of test to see what sort of porn would be best for you, but he seen a lot of strange categories for fetishes he wouldn't have thought would be on there. There was even an option for 'multi'. Multi what? What does that even mean?! Julius hated using the track pad so he was scrolling using the touch screen- accidentally clicking some of the options as he tapped to stop scrolling. After a few minutes looking over the options out of curiosity and then hit back. There was a dialog box that popped up but he just hit ok and the screen blinked a moment and then it returned him to HornPub to resume finally. He assumed the dialog box was asking if he was sure he wanted to go back since that is usually what ad sites do. What it actually asked was; because he filled out some questions but did not fill in the entire form it asked if he wanted to submit it as-is. When the screen flashed it was an image that looked like a cross between a QR code and a spell circle, but because he had already hit back by the time it loaded, it only flashed on the screen too quickly for his eyes to pick up.
He was pent up, so it did not take him too long to work himself up. To avoid making a mess of the bed he made sure to lay fully back- planning to catch the load on his stomach for an easy cleanup. He came powerfully, but then as it was about to start to taper off there was another surge of pleasure, and it resumed strength! His balls felt warm and the pleasure echoed into them as they started to swell up! They got larger with every surge, and his cum became whiter and thicker- his prostate was no longer going at full tilt but his balls were. They became so large they filled all the spare room in his scrotum and then started to pull it smooth before they finally stopped- about the size of a softball each! His orgasm finally tapered off but he felt more pent up than ever! Julius' plan to control the mess failed spectacularly- he came about five times as much as usual so it filled his navel and then overflowed off either side of his body! He gawked at his balls in shock for several minutes, catching his breath from the powerful orgasm. What on earth happened?! His balls grew but his penis did not, so now it returned to a half-mast chub and rest comfortably on the divot between balls, on his disproportionately large scrotum like it was a pillow. He went to sit up and properly examine himself but groaned and fell back- his stomach felt unusually solid and tight. It was spreading too! He felt his stomach with his hand through the goopy mess and then the feeling fired up his arms! His skin felt taught. He held up an arm so the laptop screen back-lit it and could see the hairs on his arm regressing- not completely vanished, but almost. His hands felt so tight it almost hurt- like someone grabbed them and squeezed. He fought against the tightness and bent and flexed his fingers. When his eyes focused on the structure his heart skipped a beat! His nails were actually changing shape, becoming very narrow but more thick and long, looking like small claws! He turned the hand over and seen the skin on his palm was turning candy pink! He almost thought it was some sort of allergic reaction, but the pink skin wasn't itchy or sore. It started to swell larger at the base of his fingers and his hands stretched out a bit making them really look deformed for a moment. There was a strange inward pressure he could feel even in his bones. He went to flex his fingers again but the bones popped and clicked under the skin, causing his hands to jostle from the sudden movement inside! His fingers were getting shorter! The skin and muscle on them bunched up as the bones shortened, causing his digits to look quite fat and round. When it finally stopped he kept turning his hands over and over to try and figure them out. They were... paws! His thumb had regressed with his fingers so he could no longer hold objects properly! They looked really strange still because paws are generally covered in fur, and his were nude.
Julius immediately used his tiny claws to open up a video call with Jessica, not being able to think of anything else. Whatever was doing this to him was some sort of magic, but from where? And why? He knew almost nothing about magic himself but he knew allergic reactions don't swell limbs into a completely different, pre-existing shape. He managed to sit up- the tightness on his underside starting to fade again.
Jessica took her time answering but eventually picked up. "Hey big guy. Wait, is something wrong?" She dawned a half-smile and cocked her eyebrows. "Are you naked?"
"No, some- well yes I am, but something strange is happening!" He held his paw up for her to see the pads. Because it was devoid of fur it actually sort of still looked like a hand from the back. "Something is changing me! But I haven't used or been in contact with any spells! I just came straight home after work..."
She could tell by the tone of his voice he was a bit panicked so she made sure to remain composed to try and calm him. "Anything strange happen on the way back? Make any new enemies?"
Julius shook his head. "The only thing unusual that I can think of was some weird ad I clicked out of when I was... on a porn site. Y'know, because you aren't here to-"
"Yea, I gotcha." She thought quietly for several moments before speaking up again. "Was there a AD logo anywhere on the ad site you clicked?"
"AD? I don't know, I didn't really look at it well. The only reason I stayed as long as I did was because it had some weird fetish questionnaire."
"Arcane Digital is a company that has been trying to modernize old spells- like being able to take a picture with your phone of a runic array and then being able to activate the array using the digital photo. Stuff like that. The porn site you stumbled into may be a subsidiary of Arcane Digital."
"So by accidentally clicking on things I get transformed?"
"Hmm, yea, that is weird still. They would not just hand out transformations like that for free. Not that I really look into it, but I don't know of them making any ventures into the pornography industry so its possible the site is quite new. New site, new tech- new glitches. Because you clicked into and out of it quickly you may have glitched the system and unintentionally bought yourself a freebie."
"So if I go back and don't select anything, maybe I can glitch myself a return ticket?"
Jessica laughed. "Oh god that is a dumb idea. If anything, you will transform yourself even worse. Reversal spells as far as transformations go are pretty generic, so it won't be hard to find. If one doesn't work we just use another. It will just be a matter of figuring out if the transformation is form channeling, polymorphic, or shape shifting."
"W-well can you find the reversals for me?"
"Woah, woah. Slow down Jewels." Julius grunted- hating to be called that. "Is the transformation even complete? If you try to undo it before it finishes it will not work because it can only undo what has already been done- not what is in progress."
Julius looked himself over- only not noticing there was an odd ridge of flesh on his stomach and the skin under it and to the base of his dick seemed unusually thick- though still soft. Behind himself he had a thick but very short tail he could not identify with a species- likely because it was no where near fully grown. But it also wasn't changing sizes.
"I don't seem to be changing any more that I can tell..."
Jessica had a subdued smile on her face the whole time. "Mmmm, but you know what else? Looks like you came on yourself."
He turned back to the camera with red cheeks. "S-so what?"
"The areas changed the most are the parts that have cum on them. You clicked out so quickly it only had enough time to partially set up. I doubt it is done actually- but while the mana is in your body, the only part that was able to be shaped by the spell into something was in your nuts. And, well, your hands and belly now. You need to transfer the 'spell programming' to the rest of the energy in you to complete the change."
He gave her a tired expression. "Are you suggesting what I think you are?"
"I mean eventually the energy will be circulated through your body naturally in your chakra but if you do that you are looking at a veeeeerrry slow process. So... yea, do those over sized nuts got any fuel left? Because you can't mix solids but fluids are easy to pass around."
Julius did feel tremendously pent up in spite of just blowing- likely an effect of the spell as well. Jessica assured him it would be fine, and started to unbutton her business attire. She was alone in her hotel room and almost giddy with anticipation to see just what her boyfriend had done to himself. Julius was still worried but seeing Jessica's reaction to it, and then her tits on cam, he calmed down considerably. Both of them shoved the laptops into the middle of the bed, between their spread legs and they both started to masturbate for each other. Jessica ended up nudging her laptop a bit closer to he could get a better view- she was very tall for a woman. Jessica told him to angle his hips up a little bit as he got into it. She could not help but grin at the sight of his balls bouncing up and down as he masturbated- because of their increased mass and volume they jiggled like water balloons! Normally they were covered with sparse hair, but were completely nude now, and his pubes normally trailed up to his navel but were now just a patch above his shaft. She also noticed better than he did- the tail was getting steadily longer as he masturbated. He had it to the side, so it was touching the cum that had run off onto the bed! The tail was both long and thick- neither could think of what it belonged to. It wasn't scaled so it wasn't reptilian. When she seen his paws she thought cat at first but a cat definitely doesn't have a tail like that- it also would have much larger claws, his are tiny. She could tell he was close with the urethral bulge stiffened in anticipation and the scrotum hugged the huge spheres closer. Just before he came she commanded him to give himself a facial! He would have argued, but had no time, and if her theory was right he would have to do it at some point anyway. He angled his hip up further and closed his eyes just in time for the repeated hot blasts of goo. Like the second stage of orgasm the first time- the cum was whiter than normal and thicker!
Julius moaned and put his butt back onto the bed and arched his chest forward from a surge of pleasure tingling through his chest and welling up, concentrating into his nipples! He did not even have the chance to wipe the cum off his face so he couldn't open his eyes- so only Jessica seen this development! As he squirmed his hair was also rapidly lengthening- so every movement he made caused more length to roll out from the rest bunched up under his head, but they were both concentrating on his chest at the moment. The few odd hairs around his nipples vanished the second liquid touched them as if it were acid. The normally dull red skin started to lighten into candy pink as the nipples stood in attention from the pleasure. Pain receptors converted to pleasure receptors, which was causing the pleasure jolts without anything actually touching him. They were basically turning into female nipples- to prepare for breast feeding, women have much less pain receptors in their nipples. The bumps on his areola grew and stiffened, but then the entire areola became puffy and lifted out into small domes, then bubbles of fat formed under it. The fat hills would be almost too small to notice if he was stationary, but their own growth caused them to wobble back and forth on his chest which made them more visibly obvious. They pushed out into domes too, and then the pleasure started to dull as the nerves finished changing. Julius started to wipe the cum from his eyes and was lowering his chest to rest properly on the bed again but immediately arched it back with another moan- his voice suddenly changing pitch to a gender neutral.
Mammary glands started to form inside the fat, increasing the rate of growth and also causing him random pleasure yet again from the development. The fat became more structured- a layer of muscle dug itself around the fat spheres to link the fat tissue with the surface skin to turn them from loose and wobbly to taught and jiggly. A tendon formed inside of the rib cage and linking to the back of the forming breast structure to help hold them up when standing. Dozens of tiny milk producing chambers formed, the milk veins digging through the fat to link all the chambers and then gather still further into the areola and nipple. By the time Julius could open his eyes he had C cup boobs jiggling on his chest, approaching Ds. When they originally formed they looked oddly far apart, but as they increased in size they space between quickly both shrank and became eclipsed by the inward curve of each boob. He groaned again but abruptly stopped and looked surprised as a hollow pop echoed from his throat! His adam's apple vanished! Julius' face scrunched up from unusual feelings and a mild aching pain in his skull! His cheek bones became more defined, the skin around his eyes firmed up more making his eyes slightly more narrow as his eyelashes increased in volume and length! His jaw bone gave off a brief painful snap and his chin became a bit sharper and his jaw much more narrow! Even as he wiped the cum off- his lips looked like a balloon someone blew a single deep breath into- almost immediately inflating and turned lighter but more vibrant in color- the same candy pink as his nipples! He had a woman's face!
When the changes slowed he sat up but still groaned and rubbed his head with one paw. "Something still wrong.."
"What is it?"
"I can... barely hear you over my own heart beat."
His heart was absolutely thundering in his ears, and he felt an odd dull ache in them as well. His ears felt very hot to the touch from increased blood flow! Unseen from the surface, muscle tissue branched and gathered into the base! The cartilage in his ears started to reform, stretching the skin around them as they became pointed- then longer and more narrow. Then his entire ears started to grow in size rapidly! It felt like someone pulling on them with a firm grip, but not hard enough to hurt. They started to wobble like trees about to fall over. Previously unused neurons in his brain started to fire connection signals to new muscle sinew in the sides of his head, and he gained control over the sway of the ears. The longer they got the more he could move them- rotate, lift, or lower. Because of his worry and the strangeness of the feelings his ears assumed a lowered position- sticking straight out from either side of his head which only emphasized their now huge size. Both in width and length, by the time his ears stopped growing they matched his forearms! The outer facing sides were regular toned skin, but the insides were candy pink like his lips and nipples- but slightly lighter tone.
Julius looked at his girlfriend confused and she pointed back. "Bunny!"
"A r-rabbit? I am turning into a rabbit? Why is my voice weird...?"
Jessica furrowed her brow a bit at his tail and he followed her gaze, noticing for the first time how large his tail became! It was easily four feet long and pretty thick- he had full control over it. That was absolutely not a rabbit tail. Whatever he was turning into wasn't taking traits from a single source- because his ears and paws looked like a perfect match for a nude bunny, but the tail wasn't, and rabbits don't have boobs.
Jessica also noticed he was panting. "Still changing?"
He just nodded, staying silent a moment. "My entire head is pulsing."
"The programming would have transferred, so the problem might just be a lack of flow to the energy. You shouldn't need to blast yourself in the face again- those changes will progress automatically just by doing... well anything. But since you need more cum, it will do it when you resume masturbating. How long do you think you will need?"
Julius was still looking his changes over in a daze. "I feel pent up still." He grabbed the little loose skin his scrotum still had at the top and pulled his nuts up to get a better look at them- they looked a tiny bit bigger. "They still feel full. Given the nature of the site- I probably can't empty out, so I can keep doing more 'money shots'."
"Well your shaft itself might start to chafe if you go too hard. Not that you lack lube, heh."
He glared at her chuckle. "Glad you are still amused."
"Very. You look adorable. Might as well enjoy it Julius! It isn't going to hurt you, and you accidentally got this experience you would most assuredly have to pay for normally. Have fun! It's hot."
"Its also random- because I have no idea what I selected."
"Eh. Its a porn site- its not like they would have harmful changes. All of the options are going to be something at least someone considers hot."
Julius went to the bathroom to take a quick break and wash some of the cum off himself. He needed to get something to drink- he was ejecting a lot of fluid from his body so dehydration was definitely a thing. Jessica wished she had brought one of her toys on the trip now. She kept her hand on her pussy even while he was gone but only lightly pet it till he returned to her view. By the time he returned to the bed it was obvious his hair was still growing out! Formerly short and bristly, his honey colored hair grew into violently wavy hair by the time it passed his mid back, and now long enough to touch his butt it formed giant curls at the ends- so if you pulled it straight it would be even longer! Jessica would have thought he was turning into a woman, but his balls had grown in size if anything and the changes had no influenced the size of his penis one way or the other. If he was fully turning female his genitals would have turned FIRST because they are ground zero for the spell. Jessica laughed as he had trouble trying to figure out what to do with his hair so it wouldn't get in the blast zone- since it would be the hardest thing to clean. She just suggested he pull it back and pin it in place with the pillows for now since he had no hair ties and didn't want to spend the time trying to learn how to braid it.
Jessica also noticed his dick was leaking pre pretty consistently. Julius said there was a bit of a strange feeling, like a pressure building up. He was likely producing cum so readily that it does not stop even after his body's ability to store it ran out- it was like a dam ready to burst, the pressure was the abundance of cum trying to force its way out without the passage opening up. Because of this, the moment he touched his dick to resume his show for Jessica, he flinched and shivered in pleasure. The more you have sex the easier it is to do it often, and the body tends to get greedy- but everything is super enhanced in him right now and so is that effect. A spell like this wouldn't be a sustainable form for any length of time because it would eventually come to a head, where as soon as he finishes one orgasm his body demands the next and traps him in an increasingly short period of downtime between one orgasm and the next. If the spell wasn't set up right, it could REALLY get out of hand to the point where he rolls from one to the next climax- and then its just one, and then the jets last longer and the gap between pulses shorten. Ultimately leaving him with one unending orgasm, and one unending stream of cum. Jessica of course never mentioned it to him because it would just worry him, and he was already stressed over a situation that would likely not hurt him at all. But in the very unlikely situation it did trap him in a state like that- its possible he just pops like a balloon. If the orgasms kept overlapping like that he would eventually be producing more cum than his urethra is large enough to eject, so he would inflate with his own backed up load even as he was ejecting it.
It did not take long at all for him to get off- and he was producing so much pre in the meantime there was already a small puddle of fluids between his legs! The first few shots landed on his body before he pushed his dick back more as it continued firing and splattered his legs. He groaned and squirmed again as changes took him, but this time all over. Not only where he directed the cum but instigated changes in other places that were not finished now progressed further. He covered his face his his paws at the pressure and involuntary twitches in his facial muscles. Whiskers became visible- rigid enough to force their way out between his digits. The bones in his face started to snap and crack- inaudible outwardly, the sound was very loud to him since it was inside his own head. The pink coloration started to bleed up from his lips as the upper lip became slightly cleft. The entire end of his nose turned neon pink! He groaned as his teeth ached, being forced to shift slightly over through his gums as the front two teeth increased in size greatly! They became so big his lips barely contained them at all even when his mouth was fully closed! Yup, that is a rabbit face. The bridge of his nose started to angle outward a bit more as the curve of his upper jaw advanced forward- making the transition between forehead and the bridge of his nose vanish into a single curve. It sounded like someone was injecting helium into his lungs as his increasingly rapid and desperate moans continued to climb in pitch- voice shifting from gender neutral to woman, to little girl territory.
The ridge on his lower gut became more pronounced and the skin under it thickened. Two pink dots appeared on his lower chest in the shadow of his breasts and started to spread into circles. His thighs started to bulge- huge muscle groups shifting and swelling below the surface as they grew tremendously- which also made his ass increasingly huge and round. His butt growing so greatly raised his hips into the air and put a steeper curve in his lower back- which gave the base of his tail more wiggle room, so it started to flick around randomly from the feelings too. His feet were growing tremendously- in both size and length. His toes became fatter but unlike a bunny paw, they also got a bit longer. He let go of his face to grab the bed under him on either side and his body arched- tensed from all the feelings overwhelming him! His ball felt pent up again and started to slowly get even bigger! There was a loud audible pop from his face as the cartilage in his nose ruptured and his voice did a full 180! He went from high pitch to booming, startling himself so much he cut off his own moans to think about what just happened. His nostrils expanded massively with each deep breath, expanding his nose to easily double the width, though the end remained bright pink. Two spots on his head rapidly lost coloration as the blood redirected. The spots grew quickly into two small hills and then sharpened to the point they broke the skin- revealing two... sort-of horns. They were more like two super squished cones in shape. They only stuck out a half inch at most and were about as wide as they are long. Only one species in him out of the four had horns- so they were repressed.
He looked at his feet when it finally stopped and wiggled his toes. The claws on his toes unlike his hands were large and thick- like grey spikes. As Julius tried to sit up, he placed on hand on his stomach to feel the ridge and startled himself enough to fall back into a full laying position when he accidentally put his hand inside of himself!
Jessica smiled timidly, understanding his confusion. "You might want to open the face-cam on your laptop to look at yourself. It looks like you might be a three-way split. Or four if you retain human features."
When he did, the first thing he noticed was the C cup breasts wedged against the bottom curve of his DD cup breasts! The pink circles that formed were a second set of areola! Once they puffed out enough the nipples popped outward, and then the breasts formed. He then gently touched the ridge on his gut and slid his fingers inside. It was moist. Even more- there was four pink bumps inside.
"Whut thu heck...?" His now deep voice had a bit of trouble pronouncing- it was turning bovine.
"Kangaroo. It's a pouch. Basically a secondary womb on the outside- kids are born still in embryo stage so they cannot survive exposed to the outside world. So they are born into the pouch where they continue to develop- there should be another set of nipples in there."
"Two..."
"Oh. Well, there should only be one for a kangaroo, haha. It looks like you are part rabbit, part cow, part kangaroo. What a bizarre blend. Wonder what the heck it thought your preferences were to give you those. I mean cow is obvious, rabbit is a bit weirder... kangaroo? What the heck do those three animals have in common?"
That was why his tail was so large as well- kangaroo use their long tails as a counter balance to their naturally forward leaned posture. Julius already forced himself into a sitting position and had his hand on his genitals again. He felt just as pent up, and because of that his body never settled down from the sexual high of the last orgasm, making him quite desperate to get off and clear his head- not to mention finish the changes so he could revert them. With one hand cradling soft heavy balls the size of huge oranges each, the other on his still perfectly normal sized penis, it did not take long to ramp up his pleasure. Jessica was gripping one breast with her hand and rolling it, the other was on her hot moist vulva, enjoying the show. Because he had already essentially spread the programming everywhere already- anything he did at this point would cause the changes to progress. He could get up and jog on the spot and finish the changes that way- but since the spell made him forever full to the brim he was getting off. Getting off watching his girlfriend get off to him changing. She loved the way his rabbit eats folded down, cupped against the billowing curtain of honey colored hair, making him look all cute and innocent. It almost felt like an orgasm rushing up his shaft- the subtle pleasure in his torso that got increasingly powerful the further toward the front it got. His torso started to squirm under the overdose of pleasure as it became very powerful as it entered the base of his breasts, and then got even stronger toward the nipples! All four of his breasts started to grow even bigger, and the areola became large round and puffy again- swallowing the nipples! The nipples completely inverted for a moment vanishing in the areola before the pleasure forced them erect and they practically launched back out- now the size of a thumb each- teats! His entire gut felt like a gigantic pleasure zone as the skin started to turn pink and puff up like an allergic reaction! White hairs started to sprout on the backs of his hands and ears now forming a layer of dense but short fur.
Julius could see his feet reaching higher into the air- becoming incredibly long. His little toe equalized with his big one, but then the remaining three grew without shifting the position of the joints- causing the three to grow together and merge into a single gigantic toe. Twice as wide as the others and easily three times as long with a large spike-like claw. A kangaroo foot, but a bit longer than even a kangaroo foot would be, having taken minor aspects from rabbit. He let go of his genitals and arched his body steeply as his lower gut expanded massively in size- the pleasure nerves multiplying became too strong and he hit climax without touching his dick again! As he erupted streamers of cum that came dangerously close to hitting the laptop, his pink lower gut evolved milk ducts as the fat expanded. Four spots turned to nipples, turned to teats. The four teats fattened and then rose upward on hills of plush fat, then mammary glands and thumb-thick milk veins sped the expansion. Two muscle ribs formed to pull the expanding mass into four sections- one for each teat as it grew bigger and heavier! The upper curve of the growing udder brushed his now G cup sized lower breasts, which shoved his upper breasts into his face in this sitting position, almost enough to block his breathing! His upper breasts were beyond any reasonable bra size- the curvature of the massive things wider than his actual torso. On a regular human torso he would be incapable of standing with those- his spine just couldn't do it. Never mind the smaller set below that, and the udder below THOSE.
His penis never stopped drooling- once the orgasm tapered off the pleasure of the growing udder was still so strong he was steadily heading toward another orgasm- completely hands-free. Julius was forced to struggle to get up onto his feet and stand on the bed, because all his tits were fighting each other for room. His four breasts had stopped growing by now, but the udder did not- and it was large enough that he could not bend his torso at all without shoving them all together. Julius could not even move his arms forward without touching his breasts. He lifted his arms into the horizontal cleavage between breast sets and tried to reach the nipples at the fronts to grab onto- but he could barely reach because of how large around the curvature was. He was going to squish the surface inward to force the nipple closer to his hand instead but flinched when his shoulder blades popped, and his arm socket rotated! Both rabbits and kangaroo have very forward oriented shoulder joints to give their front legs powerful driving strength- for Julius, it meant his arms could not reach further out, allowing him to grab the fronts of his tits! The fur forming on his paws spread, but as it did black spots started to form, breaking up the otherwise white fur. A spot covering his left eye and a third of his entire face, another on his left shoulder and right forearm. Rabbits and cows both come in spotted variety. Rabbit fur trailed around his hair because it was the longest, this continued on the back of his neck, but most of the rest of his body had fur more like a cow or kangaroo, which is very short and sometimes barely noticeable as fur in the first place. The vertebrae in his spine started to groan like straining tree bark- especially toward the lower back they grew massively in size. This was similar for a cow spine- but even more so for a kangaroo; their lower vertebrae are gigantic. His shins started to grow longer, causing him to wobble quite a bit on the already not stable bedding. His hips popped and reshaped- looking boxy like a cows! This caused his tail bone to angle MUCH higher up, also lifting the curvature of his huge round butt cheeks and even pulling his genitals back a bit- giving them more breathing room under the growing pouch. Rather than try to flop between his legs and tug on the upper skin of the udder- his udder was cradled in his pouch! The pouch stretched over the lower curve of the udder up to the lower set of teats- acting like a biological bra! Thanks to the pouch holding it up- Jessica could still watch his now soccer ball sized balls wobbling between his legs- barely high enough to clear the bed, rippling like full water balloons. She started to speed up her own masturbation, both because his transformation must be near completion, but also because it was just too hot to resist. The fur finally finished covering his entire form. His legs got weak from pleasure and he shoved his tail down into the bed hard to hold himself up with it. He started to straighten his back- straining against the weight of all the tits. Beads of white started to form on all eight teats.
"Oohuuu~ I... am gunnuh burst... mouuu~!" Several thin streams per teat erupted milk from his breasts and udder, and a half second later his balls started bouncing around in his scrotum wildly as thick ropes of cum fired all over the bed!
Jessica's hand buzzed over her pussy at the speed of a hummingbird's wings and she let out her own shrill cry of pleasure and climaxed- her juices flying toward the camera as well. Julius wobbled in place for over a minute with a shocked look on his face. The pleasure explosion probably wiped every conscious thought in his head. He slowly looked down at himself, having to use his hands to divide his breasts far enough to look at much other than their upper curve. His ears lifted up and rotated to the laptop at the sound of Jessica giggling.
"Well, it seems done anyway Jewels. I can turn you back now. Since it seems to have affected your pleasure nerves I really doubt it is a shape shift. That leaves polymorph or a form channel. I doubt they have an entire fricken zoo at their disposal so I seriously doubt its a form channel. So- I will just do a quick search for a polymorph dispel. Just... I dunno, pull a box out of the recycling and throw that on the floor and write the spell circle on that with a sharpie or something. We don't have chalk at the house and I doubt you want to run to a store looking like that." Jessica huffed as she sent him a link to an image of the circle he needed to make. "I REALLY wish I had been there for that. At least I got to watch, hehehe~"
He shook his head at her. "Glad you enjoyed it so much." He groaned a bit, shuffling his footing. "I still feel so incredibly full."
Jessica could see an almost constant stream of pre oozing out of his penis. It may just have been the poor lighting in that room but it also looked a bit milky to her; like small amounts of cum were escaping- the pressure having gotten great enough to force its way out. She may have been right about the improper virility spell causing him to overproduce. It still wasn't really a problem though- he is already fully changed which means he can turn back, long, long before his cum production and hormones go super critical. Julius went to take a step and wobbled. Then tried again and had to steady himself on the head of the bed with his hand. His feet were so huge he did not know how to walk anymore! Julius instead had to use the springy bed to his advantage and did a little hop over to the side of the bed, and at that sight Jessica laughed so suddenly and sharply she startled him.
Jessica immediately pointed at him through the camera. "THAT'S WHAT ALL THOSE FORMS DO!"
"H-huh?"
"You bounce! Your entire body is almost nothing but fat, jiggly bits! Your balls, your udder, your tits- you're all bounce, and unless you go extremely slow, you are incapable of moving at all without jumping- which puts your entire body into a jiggling fit!"
Julius refused, but Jessica was absolutely insistent- demanding she allow him to let her record a short clip. She wanted him to jump in place on the solid floor so she could make a gif animation that loops infinitely of him jiggling all over the place. Julius even hung up on her video call to get her to stop asking and she called right back and it did not stop ringing till he accepted again and she resumed begging him to do it. He finally did it for her placing the laptop on the night stand and then hopping on the floor beside the bed. He stopped quickly after the first hop and had an absentminded look on his face. The jump caused all his tits to collide with one another. Taught, full, soft flesh rubbing and bouncing off each other's surfaces. His heavy balls swinging around in the scrotum. The giant load trying to force its way out of him. The stream of pre was interrupted by a few spurts that actually projected it out from his dick. He tried to steady himself but there was so much jiggling mass it kept wobbling and jostling for a half minute. Jessica was glad she kept recording- she could tell by the look in his eyes he was teetering on the edge. He took a half-step to turn around and that caused his balls to wobble, sending pleasure through his groin. He gasped at the feeling and bent over a bit, which caused all hits tits to smush together. His teats all pulsed a moment as his balls clenched and swelled a bit bigger still and he absolutely exploded cum. This orgasm lasted even longer than the others- like she theorized- each was longer than the last and easier to achieve. He raised and lowered himself in semi-jumps with his legs to collide all his tits, this time for his own pleasure to keep the orgasm flowing for as long as possible. When he finally settled down he grunt in frustration at Jessica, looking intently at him with a goofy grin.
"I am ending the call and getting rid of this ridiculous form now."
"See you in three days~. Maybe bookmark that site for me." |
Strange Seeds: Diary of a Lizard Queen
Day 1 Entry 1
I don't remember anything, of who I am, or what I was before last night. I remember how to do things, I know about things, I just don't remember a scrap of information about myself, about my past, or about anybody associated with it. All I can remember from before I woke up this morning are the dreams.
You can barely call them dreams, just intense bursts of emotion in sequence. Fear fading into intense lust fading into incredible sexual satisfaction. The bed was absolutely covered with spots of dried sexual fluids, more of which appear to have dried to a crust on the scales of my thighs, belly, tail, and muzzle.
I've gotten the sense that my body isn't quite right somehow, but I don't remember ever being different. Of course I can't remember anything at all. I know that ought to bother me, but it doesn't for some reason.
I'm writing this down on a tablet of paper that I found, no idea why, but for some reason I feel better putting this down in written form. Writing things down seems to put it into perspective and make it feel real, rather than just a dream.
You can't read very well in a dream, I remember that factoid from somewhere. If you look away from the page and look back, the letters shift. Since the words I've written have seen fit to remain stationary, it appears that this is indeed reality. Which of course leaves me the task of trying to figure out what it is that's happened to me.
I'm going to take a look around the apartment to see if I can find anything that might clue me in as to who I am, where I am, or what's happened.
Entry 2
Well, I took a quick look around. The power's out, so that means no TV and no Internet to check out the news. No newspaper outside my door either, though I kept the look outside brief.
I think I'm Erin Anderson, or at least that this is her apartment. The name is on the magazines I found in the living room and on some bottles of medication in the bathroom closet.
I'm not at all sure; none of the clothes in the closet fit me, for one thing. For another all the pictures featuring the same female lack scales. For a third, I don't think Erin Anderson had a penis. She has breasts, though.
I looked around for a tape measure, but I couldn't find one. I think I'm tall in comparison to a human, but that just might be because I stand on the balls of my feet rather than all of my foot like they do.
I have five toes, like humans, but they're arranged a little oddly in comparison. I have four in front, and one in the back. But the innermost toe on each foot is located a bit back from the others and sporting a rather large curved claw. The other three in front also have claws, but nowhere near that size or shape. The fifth toe is in the back and also sports a large claw; it looks to serve more for gripping than anything else.
My feet are very dexterous, and my sense of balance is quite keen. I'm perched on the bar at the foot of Erin Anderson's bed, writing with the tablet across my knees. I couldn't find a stool, none of the chairs have room for my tail, and the spikes on my back would likely make a mess of Erin Anderson's upholstery. I don't want her to be mad at me if indeed I'm not her and she comes back.
Anyway, my body is covered in smooth, emerald green scales, lightening to a green-yellow on my belly, chin, thighs, and the underside of my tail, which is about as long as I am tall. It's almost as thick as my torso when it starts, and it tapes down to a number of bone-looking spikes making kind of a W shape; two little ones on the inside, two big ones on the outside.
They're quite sharp and pointy; I got a small cut on my finger from feeling them. On the topic of fingers, I have three of them on each hand, and one thumb. All are tipped with claws that apparently were sharp enough to cut a few gashes in the bedclothes while I was sleeping, or while I was having sex, or both.
Speaking of sex, I'm not exactly sure what gender I am. Overall I look female; I have quite large breasts, which have nipples so I don't think I'm entirely reptilian, and a slit between my legs. But then again I also have a rather large and prominent scrotum, pair of balls, and sheath. And a rather large cock as well, but it's retracted into my body after I got over my initial morning wood.
I have a number of large, white, conical spikes on my back, which is covered by a thick, smooth, rounded shell; quite turtle-like and oddly bright red in color. I have a short muzzle and a wide mouth. Some of my teeth are sharp and pointed, some are flat and wide, others are kind of thin. I think they're like normal human teeth, I just have a different configuration, and I have more of them.
I have two thick, but short, horns growing from my temples. They come to points, but not nearly as sharp as my claws or the blades on my tail. I have eyebrows and hair, which is odd for a scaly thing as well. My eyebrows are red, and so is half of my hair, the other half is a metallic silver, which I think is kind of strange. And my eyes have round pupils and purple irises, which is a strange color for eyes to have. I think.
I think I look quite sexy, to tell the truth. I certainly feel sexy, and powerful. I'm well muscled, I rather like my body, even if it's not the one I originally had.
Anyway, my tummy's rumbling, so I'm going to make myself some breakfast. There's a propane grill on the balcony, and I might as well cook the meat in my freezer. I have no idea when the power is going to come back on, or even if it's going to come back on, so I might as well not waste food.
Entry 3
Well, I think I'm Erin Anderson. Pretty sure of it. My hair looks about the same length as in the photos, and can easily be styled in the way it is in the pictures. I also looked around and found a large number of drawings, and with a few minutes of work I managed to sketch out a drawing of myself in the same general style. It's a bit different having claws and the pencil being a bit smaller, but I managed.
What's interesting is that I found a few drawings of myself in the collection; drawings of myself as I am now, rather than as a human. So that's a comfort, knowing I have a name and that this is indeed my apartment.
Breakfast was pretty yummy; I made myself two pounds of meat's worth of hamburgers and ate them all.
I saw some lizard-like creatures snuffling around the dumpster in the parking lot, so I'm pretty sure that I'm okay with going outside. Aside from the quadrupedal lizards I haven't seen much of anything else around. A few birds and some bugs, but no humans. No even a car driving down the street.
The parking lot is full of cars, however, so there ought to be some people around here. I'm not going to go knocking on doors or anything. If I'm the only one this has happened to, I might freak some people out. If I'm not, they won't remember how things happened either.
But I know, somehow, that we don't normally have lizards the size of large dogs walking the streets. Especially ones that walk like dogs, after all lizards mostly walk splay-legged, don't they, with the limbs out at right angles from the body?
Anyway, they look kind of cute, even if some of them seem a little stupid. I saw one try and hop into a car, and smack head first into the windshield. A couple of the others found a car with the window rolled down and crawled inside that way. They're reptiles; after all, the heat inside a parked car on a sunny day would probably be something they enjoy.
I found a cooler in my closet, so I'm going to walk down to the gas station down on the corner and get some ice so I can pack up some of my more perishable food items. Even with my appetite I'm not going to be able to finish it all in one day.
Entry 4
Writing this down at the gas station, where I picked up a proper notebook to chronicle everything in, rather than an art tablet.
I still haven't seen anybody, the stores and shops are totally abandoned and there's nobody out driving on the roads, not even on the highways. The roads are almost completely devoid of cars, so whatever happened yesterday, it happened while most people were asleep.
And while the power is out here as well, the ice cooler wasn't locked, and will likely remain cold on it's own for quite awhile.
Like in my apartment, the phones here aren't getting a dial tone.
I just realized that I've walked out of the house completely naked from head to toe. It feels completely normal to me, and if there's a cop out to arrest me for indecent exposure, he'll be the first person I've seen today. A bit of a fine or something would be worth it, I think.
Besides, I rather like the feel of the sunshine on my scaly body. It feels great, so warm and wonderful. Unless it gets cold, I don't think I'm going to wear clothes again, ever. This makes finding things that fit my decidedly non-human body much easier.
I had the idea of looking over the surveillance tapes for the gas station here, but then again there's no power.
I poked around the employee lounge in the back and found a set of car keys that go to an SUV parked out front, or at least I assume so as pressing the lock button on the keychain makes the thing chirp.
There's a set of car keys in my apartment, but unfortunately they don't have any identifying marks that might lead me to my car. I'll leave a note when I borrow it tomorrow, just in case the owner comes back.
Right now I'm going to take the bags of ice, and a few snacks, back to my apartment and then have some fun in the apartment complex's pool. The water looks so inviting.
And yes, I did leave some money to cover my purchases. Judging from the way the plants outside are overgrowing their planters, it looks like this place doesn't see much business. Or at least no one cares enough to make it look presentable.
Entry 5
Spent the last few hours in the pool, enjoying the cool water, the bright sunshine, and the investigations of the lizard creatures I saw running around earlier.
Interestingly they kind of look like me. In a general sense at least, with the smooth shell on the back, the green scales and yellow underbelly, and the configuration of digits on their forepaws and hindpaws, they don't have horns or spikes or anything like I do, though.
But they are well trained and obedient. When the first one approached me, I made a shooing motion with my hands and told it to go away. It whimpered, and then slunk off.
After a few laps, I found about a dozen of them watching me through the fence. They are rather dog-like, in the way that their tails wagged with excitement when I let them in. They too enjoyed the pool, as well as the pats, scratches, and belly rubs that I gave them.
I think they might have been turned dogs before they were changed into these lizard things, just like I was probably a human before it happened to me as well. Whatever happened apparently has affected larger animals as well. The birds, squirrels, and rabbits don't appear to have been altered.
I brought them up to my apartment and fed them most of the perishable food items that were left over once I had filled the cooler to capacity.
It's nice to have company, even if it is a bunch of dog-like lizards. They're very snuggly and playful though, I have one resting across my lap as I write this.
Anyway, the sun set awhile ago and it's pretty dark. I can still see to write, but something in my mind tells me that I shouldn't be able to. A definite improvement from my human form, I would wager.
I'm going to hop into bed and snuggle up with my new pets; it's another thing that feels natural to me. Like a pack of wolves, except in this the alpha is a completely different creature entirely. Something instinctual tells me that this is completely normal.
My first day, that I can remember at least, was quite fun. Hopefully tomorrow I can find out what happened. That is, of course, if it doesn't happen again tonight and I wake up looking totally different in the morning with no memory of today. I'm leaving my journal on the nightstand with a note, just in case.
Day 2 Entry 1
Well, I don't have to worry about memory loss or waking up in a different form every day. Nothing strange happened overnight. It was upon the waking that the oddness happened. Well, maybe not odd to me, but it might seem strange to most people.
I woke up horny as hell this morning, and so did my pack of pets. It was a virtual lizard orgy when I opened my eyes. Another thing that they share with me is that they're hermaphrodites, sporting male and female genitals.
I found the display incredibly arousing, all the licking, sucking, fucking... I wanted to join in so badly, but I know I shouldn't be doing that sort of thing with, well... animals.
So I went in the bathroom, sat on the toilet, and jerked off. All the while I was wishing to be out in the bedroom joining in the orgy with my lizards. I kept imagining one on top of me, cock buried in my pussy while I thrust into the muzzle of another.
I ended up with one hand around my cock, stroking it rapidly, while I frantically fingered myself with the other. I'm not sure what sex was like before my change, when I was solely female, but this felt absolutely amazing. I can't describe it too clearly; my mind was too filled with pleasure to compare it to anything.
Anyway, I sent the lizards outside while I tried to regain my composure. It hasn't helped. Nor has writing it down. Fuck. I'm hard as a rock again. Back to the bathroom...
PS: I don't think semen is supposed to: A, be orange, or B, glow in the dark.
Entry 2
Boy, did I ever make a mess. I think I spent at least an hour in there. Started out on the toilet again, but move to the floor so I could thrust against my hand, and then from the floor to the bathtub when I realized that it was going EVERYWHERE.
There are glowing orange droplets and spatters all over the place, I should have cleaned it up, but then again I've lost some time that I was going to originally have spent looking around the city.
I'm making a note here to pick up some condoms so I don't make such a mess again if I'm overcome with lust like that, and I'm pretty sure I will. I'm going to stop writing about that before I get myself worked up again.
Also a note to pick up bagged dry dog food for the lizards.
Entry 3
I think I misspoke yesterday when I said that the gas station employees were lazy or didn't care how the place looked. The plants have grown a great deal since I was here yesterday. Some flowers grew so big and heavy that the weight imbalance tipped the planted over and sent it onto the sidewalk. I think the roots have managed to pierce the concrete.
At least I think they're flowers. They have long stems topped with round bulbs. They don't look like they've come into bloom yet, as they're still green. They might have some sort of infection or something, as they have white spots growing on them.
The white ones in the next planter look like they're about to come into bloom, however. Maybe in a day or two?
Looking around I can see that it's not just these particular plants; a lot of the flora around here looks a bit larger and thicker, or a little odd. The grass is a few inches high, but the blades look thicker than they're supposed to. The bark on a number of trees seems to be turning green, and every vine type plant that I see appears to have overgrown its trellis, or in some cases has climbed the entire telephone pole and is making its way across the wires.
Weird. Not only are the people missing, and several creatures transformed, but the plants are growing like mad. This keeps getting stranger and stranger.
Should I be frightened? For some reason I'm more curious and excited than scared. It's like I've got a city sized puzzle for me to solve.
I've left a note to the owner of the SUV with my apartment number on it in the unlikely circumstance that they show up.
I'm going to see if I can find a store that sells generators. I'm not going to leave money this time, since at the moment it seems kind of silly. There's no one else around, and for all I know, there may never be.
Things to get: Dog food Generator Gas cans Condoms Charcoal Briquettes
Entry 4
After a few minutes inside one of the big chain stores, I managed to quickly snag most of what I needed and got out. Things were... weird in there. It smells weird, like sex, plants, and fruit for some reason. I found scraps of shredded clothes, blue vests, and dried puddles on the floor in strange colors in several places.
I also found something even stranger, huge plants that appear to have grown down through the floor. The 'bud' and 'stem' of the things are most definitely large enough to hold a person. So either some people got eaten by those plants, or changed into them. Either way, I'm avoiding them. I prefer scaly and ambulatory to spending the rest of my life growing inside a Mall*Mart, thank you very much.
I couldn't find a generator, though. Then again, I didn't look all that hard once I saw the plants. I'll try the big farm supply place I passed just off the exit ramp.
It's really creepy; I haven't seen a single person. The highway was totally empty, and I don't hear the sound of any other motors at all.
I've found more lizards out here, though they're different colored. They have more brownish scales and yellow shells, as opposed to the reddish-brown, bright greens, and one blue that comprise my 'pack.'
The increased growth of plants isn't a localized phenomenon either, it's happening here as well, a couple of miles from my apartment. Not only are the plants growing larger, but new varieties seem to be appearing as well.
The ones with the round, spotted buds I saw at the gas station are present in large amounts. There are a few of the white, fleshy petalled flowers growing in large bunches, also like at the gas station. Some new plant varieties appear with regularity, but not frequency. Large, orange flowers have begun to sprout in places and red capped mushrooms, also with white spots, appear in most shady, dark places close to standing water.
Maybe it's a sort of terraforming? Some sort of alien culture adapting our world to more closely match their own?
Hold on, the lizards are making a racket; they've never done that before.
Entry 5
Something weird just happened to me. The lizards were scratching and clawing at an 'adult goods' store, like they were drawn to something in there, and the moment I started heading towards the place, I felt it too.
I was drawn to it, I needed to go inside. There was something in there I had to see.
Unfortunately, I don't have a damned clue what it was. I started getting aroused the moment I was 30 feet from the store.
I have no idea how long I was in there, but it was a damned long time, the sun started setting when I got out. Boy, did I ever make a mess. I can't see how there could possibly be that much fluid in me. It made what I did in the bathroom look like a little spill. Geez.
But it felt GREAT! I think I sampled just about every toy that the place had to offer. It's kind of hazy, but I distinctly remember having one toy in my rump, one in my cunny, one in my mouth, and somehow I managed to shove one into my cock and I had two pressed up against my nipples.
I came so hard the damned thing broke a display case halfway across the room. Glowing orange goop everywhere, on everything, yuck.
I'm not sure what to think about all of that. The loss of control was kind of scary, but it felt incredible. There's a warm ache over my entire body right now, especially in my loins that feels kind of nice. I'm feeling incredibly euphoric right now.
I also feel kind of sleepy, I think I'm going to find myself a room at the motel nearby and take a nap.
I just wish I knew what it was that drew me to the store in the first place.
I also picked up a few toys to use later.
PS: The lizards in this area are following me to the motel. Apparently there's something about me that makes all of them follow and obey me. It's kind of neat.
Maybe I'll try partaking in the pack orgy in the morning...
Day 3 Entry 1
Woke up to find my lizard troop gone, so no morning orgy. Which is okay, since I'm not feeling extraordinarily horny after waking up today. After what I did in the sex shop yesterday, I'm not surprised either.
I took a look out the window just after I woke up and had a bit of a shock. It's not only the plants and animals that are changing. The buildings are beginning to alter. I don't have any idea of how that works like I can with plants and animals.
I have no idea what the buildings are becoming, but they're intact and bulging in places, and have pieces that have gone missing. The roads are cracking as well, some of them, and have water burbling out. It's kind of interesting.
The plants have continued to grow, and are beginning to take over the outsides of buildings, and some of the sidewalks. Hedges have become tangled thorn bushes, trees have become giant stalked flowers.
A few questing vines appear to have grown in through the area around the window and appear to have taken root in the wall. It's strange, but somehow comforting to me. I can't even begin to fathom what's going on with the world around me, but each bit of weirdness and change makes me feel more and more at home, like this was the way I was always meant to be and that the world is transforming around me in order to suit my new self.
I can hear my lizard making noise outside. I'm going to go see what they're snarling and yipping at.
Entry 2
Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Apparently the lizards and I are not alone in being pack creatures of the altering world. I went out to find that my pack was fighting with a bunch of what I can only describe as sphinxes, winged cats with human-ish faces. If that's what happened to the house cats, I'm not surprised that they're fighting with my lizards. It's just a new form of cats and dogs after all.
Being a good deal bigger than any of them, I walked out to break it up, and I got a fireball to the belly for my troubles. The sphinxes spit fire, for future reference. Though the weird thing is that the fire hit me, and it stung a little, but it didn't actually burn. It made my muscles feel like I'd been doing sit ups all day, but there were no burns inflicted on me or anything.
Even so, it made me angry. So I did something instinctive, I took in a big deep breath, and well... I spit a bigger fireball back. So apparently I'm not only some mixing of turtle, lizard, and dinosaur, but I'm also kind of a dragon as well.
I managed to take out three of the sphinxes with my flame, and unfortunately a couple of my lizards. They weren't burned either, just knocked unconscious it seems.
The sphinxes and lizards seemed perfectly okay with one another when they woke up, and the kitties are quite friendly to me now as well, rubbing against my legs, hopping up in my lap, attempting to become the center of my attention over my journal; normal kitty-type things to do.
Oddly enough, some of my lizards have sprouted wings as well. The reds and blues seem to be taking to them fine, but the greens have crashed head first into windows several times, though they weren't hurt at all. The windows were, unfortunately.
I'm going to pick up a few more things here and then head back to my apartment before the roads get too broken or covered with water to make such a trip impossible. Come to think of it, the SUV itself might start to change sometime soon.
Entry 3
I'm not alone anymore. Well, I had the lizards and sphinxes, but I mean that I'm no longer the only sentient biped in the group. I don't know her name, and she's not really able to give it, but it's nice to have company anyway.
I passed by the sex shop again, and once more felt drawn to the place. I think I know the reason why now, it's because she was in there. I think I'm drawn to unchanged humans as a part of what's happened to me, drawn to them in order to change them and make them 'fit' with the new world that's sprouting up around us.
She's so beautiful, and becoming even more so as she continues to change. Her skin is a wonderful shade of red-orange, her hair shimmers through the colors of flame, she's got the cutest little stubby lizard tail, a well built body, and a very generous bust.
The moment I stepped into the shop and saw her, dressed in a cute red latex skirt, an abbreviated shirt that showed her midriff, and a pair of matching high heeled, opened toed boot that showed off her cute claws, I knew I had to fuck her.
My mess was still present, still orange, still glowing, still warm and gooey even. She had added a few drips and splatters or her own pink-purple essence to it. She was, much as I had, sampling the wares the store had once offered. One large vibrator had been stuffed into her rump and she had taken to sucking on another as she frantically jerked off.
I think the term for what she is, is along the lines of something like shemale. Female body with only the male bits between the legs. I felt my arousal growing with each passing moment, and she was oblivious to my presence, caught up in her haze of self-pleasure.
Instinctual, animalistic lust, that's the only way I can describe what happened to me. Like a sexual version of a berserker rage. I growled, stomped over, and yanked the vibe from her hands and gave her my own member to suckle on.
Her mouth and throat have been altered to also serve function as a sexual organ considering the way she was nearly swallowing a vibrator on the highest setting, as well as the feel of rippling muscle that surrounded my member. She also seems to salivate the same pink-purple goo that gushes from her cock as well. I'm pretty sure that it's not fully semen, as the amount we give off when we climax is of a greater volume than ought to be possible. I can fill my cupped hands with one jet of cum.
Whatever it is, she slurped it down eagerly, snuggled up against me, and went to sleep. She's the only other person I've seen so far, so I brought her back to my apartment and set her on my bed. She's been making pleasurable noises as she changes, so I don't think I've hurt her in any way.
Her skin has begun to alter into smooth scales, her underbelly areas have turned white. Her claws have grown thicker, and while I haven't been looking, she's lost a finger on each hand and two toes on each foot.
Her tail is coming along nicely and she has a row of orange scutes running along her spine. Her face has begun to reshape into a bit of a muzzle, a rounded form around the tunnel of her altered mouth and throat.
She's so beautiful.
Entry 4
Her name is Katie, well, it is now. Like me, she doesn't remember much about herself from before. She remembers something happening in the night, and having to run and hide from something. She remembers spending most of yesterday trying to keep away from the lizards, some sphinxes, as well as some ambulatory plants that I haven't seen yet.
She ducked into that shop when she heard the pack of lizards scrambling around down the block, trying to remain hidden. She remembers being afraid of something that would happen to her if one of the lizards got a hold of her, but isn't quite sure what that something was.
"If it was being changed into this," she says, "I don't see why I was so frightened."
She'd hidden herself in one of the booths in the back of the store, and had hidden there for quite some time. She spent the night in there and when she tried to sneak out, avoiding all my glowing orange goop, the fight between the sphinxes and lizards had just begun and startled her with the noise, causing her to come into contact with the goo. That started her transformation and her horniness.
She says that she found her clothes to be unsuitable and took them off, finding a proper outfit before the need to slake her sexual lusts overwhelmed her. Which is where I came in and added to the fun.
We talked for a bit, and are pretty sure that whatever happened to us is obviously contagious. Considering that Katie's sexual secretions glow and remain a liquid the same way mine do, I think that she would experience the same incredible desire to fuck that I felt when she was nearby as her human self. Unless there was a cure we'd be a hazard to anyone from the outside world. So we're going to stay here.
We don't want to be cured, to go back to the way we were. Neither of us remembers our human lives, but then again, we don't really need to.
We've become adapted for life in the environment that the city is transforming into, and we're quite content with our bodies as they are now.
Speaking of which, Katie's eager to explore more of my body that just my member.
And I'm eager to feel her soft, sexy, smooth-scaled body against mine.
Day 4 Entry 1
Good news, strange news, and REALLY strange news.
Good news is that the power is back on.
Strange news is that it looks like everything of an electrical nature has altered itself quite a bit.
Really strange news is that so has my apartment building. Suffice to say I don't have an apartment to live in anymore.
I have a castle.
Got up and looked out the window to find that my room is a good six stories higher than it was before, and a hell of a lot larger than before.
Everything is different, and yet the same. The place is still laid out like it was before, just on a larger scale.
The bedroom is massive and my bed has changed into this huge, four poster, gargantuan, wrought iron and steel monstrosity with an image of what rather looks like my snarling face on the footboard, and thorny steel 'vines' around the four posts.
I think it suits me. Apparently I'm supposed to be the ruler of the transformed city. A look out the window, and later a stride out onto my now much larger balcony shows off my beautiful realm.
The buildings are done changing; most have become massive trellises made of green or purple piping for the plants that populate most of the area. They also grow all over my castle, as well as on the rooftop garden.
They're beautiful, and they move. They're like part plant and part animal. The 'flowers' don't have eyes or noses or anything like that. They're just round red buds with white spots, white lips, and have purple mouths and tongues, and feature rather sharp teeth. They adore me and not one has even tried to bite. They adore being petted and scratched.
The pool has also been moved to my balcony/rooftop garden, and it's now a pond with a waterfall. It also looks quite deep; I think it goes down quite a ways. I'll investigate it later.
Some of the roads are still intact, but most seem to have become waterways, leaving the area as a series of islands. The air is warm and humid, which is normal for a Minnesota summertime, but I have a feeling that the climate is permanent.
I don't see any cars anywhere, odds are that they've been altered into something else, and considering the plant like, biological nature of most of my appliances, they might have become some sort of creature.
I'm so excited; I can't wait to explore it all.
I've got to go wake up Katie and show her what's happened!
Entry 2
Suffice to say, Katie loves it. We had a quick breakfast and have gone out to explore my new kingdom. Couldn't find any stairs, but we did find a few rather large, green pipes that somewhat resembled waterslides without the water, though the ride down went a great deal smoother than one would expect.
We both seem to have an instinctive knowledge of where each pipe goes, and boy, are there ever a lot of them. They go all over the place. I'm not sure how they work, either, and I know that any pipe I go down, I can also use to go back up.
The lizards are more plentiful now, and there are other creatures. There are white flowers with eyes that hop around, they seem to stay still for awhile, and then pounce on a bird, or a frog or something. There are also ambulatory versions of the red and white plants that grow all over everything. Also there are a great number of comical looking waddling mushroom shaped brown creatures. No idea what any of them are, or what they're for, but I know instinctively that they're supposed to be here.
I feel a gentle tugging in my mind, guiding me somewhere. A place I need to be. Katie doesn't feel it, but I do. My kingdom needs its queen somewhere...
Entry 3
And that somewhere is, if I'm remembering right, about where the Museum of Natural History used to be. Specifically one of those large plants that looked big enough to have a person inside, which is actually what they're for.
Katie and I watched as my newest subject emerged from her transformative chrysalis, spilling out into the new world. She emerged confused, frightened, and able to knock me across the interior of one of the trellises and sent me crashing into the wall with her tail.
Thankfully my plants caught me and gently lowered me to the ground.
Her name is Jeshi, and she's some sort of dinosaur, rather like a T-rex. While bipedal, she's not quite humanoid, as she walks hunched forward with her long, thick tail acting as a counterweight. She's also bigger than I am by a great deal. That was until the plants pushed one of those mushrooms into my hands.
The moment it touched me, a jolt of power went through my body and I found myself growing, doubling in size.
While she may look like a dinosaur, Jeshi has a tongue like a frog, and used it to snag one of my lizards, one of the blue ones. Much like the mushroom with me, simply having the blue shelled lizard in her mouth gave her an ability as well, wings. Though she didn't use them, she spit him at me instead.
I managed to catch him, and while soggy, he was no worse for the wear. I tried to tackle her, but she sidestepped and made a break for it. She also ate Katie.
Thankfully, however, Katie wasn't hurt. Jeshi laid an egg a moment later, and used her tail to toss it at me.
I hadn't been expecting that, and it almost knocked the wind out of me. The shell shattered, and Katie landed on the floor, covered in green goop and a little dizzy, but otherwise okay.
I charged after Jeshi, and this time managed to tackle her. I wrapped my legs around her to keep her from wriggling away, and for some reason this seemed to calm her. She struggled less and less, calming down in the presence of her mistress.
I stroked her head and scratched her underneath her chin, which she rather liked, and gave my hand a friendly like.
Unlike Katie and me, her change has altered her intellect a great deal. She's not particularly bright and needs to concentrate hard in order to form legible sentences; otherwise she just makes animals noises, or says her name over and over again.
She doesn't remember her human life clearly, but she remembers a bit of her change. There were a large number of plant-women that came during the night, and that they're the ones that caused all the changes.
Jeshi remembers working at the museum and loving dinosaurs. She also remembers that one of the plant-women swallowed her.
She fell asleep and had just woken up and struggled free of her cocoon and broke out into the world.
She's such a sweet creature. Jeshi told me how this is what she's always wanted, being a big, scaly dinosaur with a kind, caring mistress.
We found a few metal containers in one corner of the trellis, some of Jeshi's things. Her name was Jessie Cole as, though she prefers Jeshi, since it sounds like more of a pet's name. She's a natural submissive and loves bondage and to be dominated, as I could see from the collection of magazines and photos of her tied up in precarious positions.
She's living her own fantasies, being essentially a smart animal and a beast of burden. We found some leather items that looked to be made to fit Jeshi's saurian frame.
My sweet dino-pet had tears in her eyes and a smile on her face as Katie and I helped her dress, strapping the half fingerless gloves/half boots on her feet, lacing her corset to make her large, still human breasts stand out, slipping the bondage mask over her head and neck and slipping the bit into her mouth, placing the saddle on her back and strapping it into place, and finally attaching a complicated rig to her legs and tail that will piston a dildo in and out of her sex every time she moves her legs.
She's made me promise to try and find some equipment so that I can give her proper piercings, since her transformation removed her previous ones and sealed them shut.
Jeshi is very strong, and serves as a good mount even doubled in size as I am.
Riding Jeshi is much more fun than driving the SUV, especially with Katie sitting in my lap.
My shemale lover was quite eager to have a little fun before the effects of the magic mushroom wore off.
We took a little break to allow Jeshi to catch her breath after a long ride. Though to be truthful, it's meant to be more of a breather for me so I can write in my journal. Though she gulped down a few mouthfuls of water, Jeshi is more than eager to continue, and Katie is still as horny as ever. I figured I'd let the two of them play with one another for a bit while I sat down to write.
Unlike Katie or me, Jeshi is completely knowledgeable about her special abilities. She can quickly swallow just about any creature and pop them out again in an egg shell, which she can fling as a weapon.
She can also fly by swallowing a blue shelled lizard, spit fire with a red one, and cause small tremors with a yellow one. The green ones don't do anything special, and considering how dumb they are, I'm not surprised.
Jeshi has a second stomach for swallowed creatures, and the process doesn't hurt them at all. She doesn't eat meat, only fruits and vegetables, which makes sense, as she doesn't have any sharp teeth at all.
I'm still curious as to how all this happened, and I seem to 'know' where to find the information, and it's not far; maybe 30 minutes worth of Jeshi riding and pipe hopping to reach it. Less if I spy a blue lizard to let Jeshi slurp down.
One possibly problem, though. It's not in the area that I know is 'my' domain. There's a definite boundary. On my side of the river it's all plants and grass, and on the other side is a dry, desolate desert, probably where the sphinxes came from.
I know deep down that there's someone like me over there, whom the land recognizes as its master.
Hopefully they're in the mood for guests. |
There was something to be said about maintenance. Something that Volt did not think about too much when he let his dick do most of the thinking for him the previous night, and especially not when he was waist-deep inside Cynder’s immense rear. It was only after waking up in the morning and being faced with the mess they made of not just the room but most of the house around it that the dragon began to think if maybe they shouldn’t put a few brakes on their mindless, lust-filled adventures, because he did not, repeat, did not want to clean something like that on a regular basis.
It was bad enough that he had to deal with the smell and the heat emanating off of it, with his spunk in particular apparently disliking the notion that it should cool down during the night. It was about as hot as it had been when it first came out, turning their bedroom into a sauna and making any clean-up effort that much more complicated thanks to all the sweat and arousal; that the two dragonesses seemed to be more preoccupied with drawing out more of it from him didn’t help either, and it quickly reached a point where Volt had to order them to leave and take a bath just so he could be finished, or else he’d be there all day and still do nothing to even make a dent in the overall flooding problem.
If mops had seemed like a good idea before, they didn’t after about ten failed minutes of going nowhere fast; his cum was far more solid than it was liquid, and yet it steadfastly refused to let go of any surface it stuck to, leaving him wondering just how in blazes he was supposed to clean it off. The only solution he found worked (slightly) was conjuring a pressurized jet of water and literally scraping the damn thing off of… well, everything, really. The resulting globby mess oozed into the main hallway and sloshed its way into adjacent parts of the house, needing Volt to call his two lovers again so they’d help him flush it outside via the use of some hastily-cast portals. In the end, he was stuck washing his ceiling and walls for a good three hours before most of the remnants from the previous night were gone, and even then there remained a significant amount hiding in nooks and crannies that, frankly, Volt didn’t have the patience to deal with.
A quick shower later and he was ready to face the next challenge: breakfast. Two massive, amazonian lovers after a night full of bed-destroying fun meant three hungry mouths needing nourishment of the highest caliber. And obviously, neither of them moved off their ass to actually do anything at all, preferring to sit around waiting for Volt to do all the cooking for them. They kept poking and prodding at him, offering lewd comments and making rather unwholesome suggestions about where he should stick this or that into wherever; it was enough to make the dragon sigh in frustration, not because he wasn’t receptive to the offers, but mostly because it was getting in the way of making toast properly.
His patience was further tested after breakfast was served, with both of the women deciding that the best course of action would be to play with their food. Volt didn’t really know what possessed him to give them a bottle of syrup, but he couldn’t deny that what they were doing with it was unsurprising; if anything, it’d be weird if the two didn’t slather their tits with as much of it as they could, followed by a mock-wrestling contest where they “fought” for control of what was left in the bottle. In any other circumstance, Volt might just have enjoyed the spectacle enough to join in, but being in the state that he was meant the dragon was far, far more concerned about the complete lack of control he had over Spyra and Cynder.
His house was a mess, his kitchen was a mess, the two dragonesses were a mess and now his thoughts were going down that path as well. He didn’t know whether to scream, moan, slap himself or do all three things, so it didn’t take long before a single thought crystallized in his mind: get out. It seemed like the only way he still had to retain his sanity, even if it was incredibly rude to the budding giantesses still fighting over the syrup; not even bothering with clothes, instead snapping his fingers to conjure up something resembling his usual attire, Volt stormed out of the kitchen and slammed the front door behind him, taking a long, deep breath of some actual fresh air.
It was so pleasant outdoors. No worrying about scraping cum off the walls, no having to concern himself with getting the smell out, not a single thought to be spared about two horny, draconic beauties mock-fighting one another over a bottle of syrup that didn’t have anything in it anymore. Just clean air, the sun on his face, and the faintest hint of a breeze to help cool him down. It was so welcoming, in fact, that Volt didn’t want to let go of it; to do so meant to go back in the house and have to plunge headfirst into the pile of misery that was cleaning his place up, so why even bother? Best that he leave Cynder and Spyra to their own devices, they were… probably not likely to realize what they were supposed to do, but it was still a non-zero chance nonetheless. Besides, if they didn’t clean up, at least they’d be too exhausted to get in the way when he did, so it was a win-win scenario in any case.
Volt turned left, eager to find his way to the river and enjoy some alone time by the water. Maybe, he thought to himself, a nice relaxing bath in a natural stream was all he really needed to get all the frustrations out of his system. Leave his clothes by the shore, anchor himself with his claws and just let the water flow as it may over and around his frame, while his mind wandered off to wherever it may go. It was such a wondrous thought that Volt found himself lost in his daydreams, almost tripping over someone he didn’t even see in front of him. Some hasty excuses were given and the very blushy dragon did his best to avoid such an embarrassment again, keeping his head as away from the clouds as he could… at least until he got to his destination.
Even still, it was quite clear he was attracting a lot more attention than usual. Some of it had to do with the amount of damage he was responsible for, obviously; not everyone had forgiven him for the whole mountain affair, or what Cynder did to some of the town when she went nuts with her size. Nonetheless, quite a few of those stares weren’t carrying a single hint of malice; quite the contrary, in fact, as a significant amount were from dragonesses and dragons his own age, who were shamelessly ogling the end result of what were… how many days of mindless sex? Honestly, Volt didn’t even know anymore.
His limits had been thoroughly tested, and though he still retained his shapeshifting and hyper abilities, he found he could no longer use them as effectively as he used to be able to. His nuts, normally kept at a reasonable (for him) size, were now permanently stuck dragging along the ground, while his shaft had bulged out so much that its base was fully visible poking out the top of his shorts. The whole package throbbed visibly, providing a show for anyone who happened to be close by, and the sounds created by the two cum factories attached to him were so pronounced that he could’t even hide them if he wanted to.
Not that he did. Tripping over someone accidentally might be awkward, but Volt was no stranger to having his body be admired like that by random people in the street. If anything, this was a return to form after a few days of angry looks and disapproving tutting; it was nice to have his shapely form be appreciated for what it was, a symbol of virility and masculinity, crafted and formed over many years of intense training, study and rampant cheating via the use of shapeshifting. If it weren’t for the fact that Spyra and Cynder were waiting at home, he might even have returned some of the catcalling and whistling; as it stood though, and even if he found them to be supremely irritating now that they were apparently lust-addled, it was still impossible to even consider a dalliance with anyone else. He had tasted the finest of wines, so going back to bottled tap water was… not high on his priority list.
These thoughts swirled around in his head until he was back in a self-introspective funk, intermittently worrying about what he was supposed to do with those two and marvelling at the sheer number of possibilities their existence made real. It was a tough balancing act, to be sure, but one that he was excited to try out; if there was any one certainty in his life, it was that it was going to have to be rebuilt from the ground up to deal with the two dragonesses that were now a part of it. It was enough to get him to smile to himself for a few seconds, because honestly the one thing he really wanted at that moment was to comfortably snuggle up with them… something he knew wouldn’t be possible thanks to their incensed, hyperactive libido.
He sighed. Opportunities, opportunities…
At least the riverbank was completely empty. It being a weekday he didn’t expect anything different, but it was still a nice surprise when literally no one was around. It gave him all the time in the world to pick a secluded spot, preferably hidden away by some trees, where he could take as long as he wanted to remove his clothes, arrange them in a neat pile and then walk into the smooth, cool water at his leisurely pace. The dragon let out a sigh as his body entering the river caused a plume of steam to erupt from its surface, his inner heat enough to cause small bubbles to rise up from underneath him. It was an unfortunate side-effect of both his draconic nature and his status as a hyper, what with his already-enhanced metabolism having to deal with a package as large as his, plus the constant demand to go even bigger that he had to consciously fight back against.
It was the perfect place to have a think about his current predicament… or would be, if not for the sounds of footsteps approaching him. Volt sighed, making a mental note to remember to warn people before he got out of the water, even going so far as to deliberately sink even lower just so he wouldn’t have any naughty bits showing up; the last time he was in that position he had to explain a lot of uncomfortable things to a couple of police officers who were called in for “public indecency”. But the person who spoke up wasn’t a stranger, though he hadn’t heard her voice in a great many years. It was softer than he remembered, more melodious, and carried with it enough hints of seduction and sultriness that the effort he put behind hiding his junk beneath the water really didn’t make that much of a difference in the end.
“You don’t have to hide from me, Volt, you know I’ve seen worse in my day~”
Ember. He hadn’t seen her in so long that he barely recognized her face, let alone her body. It was true that he was used to curves far more exaggerated than her own, but the dragoness was still quite respectable in that department, far more than he imagined she would be. She seemed so natural too; the flared hips and thick thighs bounced perfectly with each step as she sashayed closer to him, her perky breasts jiggling just enough to indicate that yes, they were real and yes, they were as soft as they looked, all of it wrapped up in some eight delicious feet of dragoness that seemed to have eyes for him, and only him.
“I figured I’d come pay a visit after your two little incidents with the girls. Speaking of, how are they~?”
“Hum… they’re… just fine, yeah, they’re at home right now,” Volt stammered, Ember’s casual tone throwing him off for a few moments. He didn’t expect her to be so upfront about it after so many years apart, “but why are you here? I haven’t seen you in… goodness, I don’t know how long!”
“Oh, you know, I was around, figured I’d drop by, the usual,” the dragoness giggled, snapping her fingers and magically whisking away her tight top and tighter jeans, fully revealing her body to the submerged dragon, “mind if I join~?”
“Please, by all means.”
She nodded, a plume of white smoke hissing into the air the moment her feet touched the water, completely obscuring her form for several minutes before the boiling finally stopped. She was at least as relaxed as Volt had been, bust floating freely in the currents and her eyes closed, savouring the few moments of silence before her inevitable trap. It was coming, and the dragon knew it was; no chance that Ember, of all people, showed up when she did purely because she “was around”. It was a calculated move on her part, and even though Volt found her to be attractive, because of course he did (thanks, lower brain), he already had two lust-crazed dragonesses waiting for him at home. It was a thought he never expected to have, but he did not want another one.
It was almost insulting to him, so much that he had to chuckle at the notion. He was now so spoiled for choice he could pass up on an opportunity to add to his harem, when mere weeks ago he’d be content with a passing glance from Spyra in order to assert himself. What even was his life anymore?
“Something funny?” Ember quipped, gently tilting her head to the side.
“Nah, just… thinking of things, you know.”
“Oh, wanting some privacy to clear your mind?” - here it came - “Well, if that’s the case, I know just the perfect spot for that. A little lake a few miles upstream, away from civilization; found it a few months back while gathering alchemical supplies, and no one really goes there. If you’d like, I could teleport us over~”
Of course she knew about this lake. Of course it was deserted and out of the way. Volt could only shake his head and smile at the absurdity of it all; did he suddenly develop a supernatural ability to attract people like those three? Was this his life now, “doomed” to have suitors appear and throw their curves at him? He wasn’t going to complain if that was the case, but it would’ve been nice to receive a warning in advance.
Nevertheless, he nodded, wanting to see where things would go. In the next moment, he was somewhere completely different, even if his position and Ember’s hadn’t changed at all; rather than by the riverside, they were now in a large body of water, somewhere in the middle of nowhere with a large, uninterrupted ring of trees all around it. As the dragoness promised, it was completely empty, save for a few birds and the occasional deer. Off in the distance, just barely visible, was the half-rebuilt mountain that Spyra had been working on. To Volt’s side, Ember relaxed again, letting out a long sigh.
“You know, I saw the news and everything, but I never believed it was real until I saw it,” she spoke up, “you really did a number on those two, didn’t you?”
“That… I didn’t do anything to them?”
“Didn’t you? Well, must’ve been mistaken then… still, that must mean the whole thing was one heck of a game-changer, huh~?”
Volt couldn’t tell if Ember was sincerely getting the details wrong or deliberately trying to steer the conversation. Her tone sounded honest enough, but he’d learned a long time ago never to trust a dragon at their word. Himself included.
“After all, I couldn’t help but check in, you know?” the dragoness carried on, “Felt like seeing just what sizes we were dealing with, and goodness they’re big! Enormous, even! I can see you’re so twitchy yourself down there~”
Ah, of course. Of course it wasn’t honest. Volt would’ve scowled, if not for the fact that he knew exactly where the conversation was headed and had no intention of steering it away. Ember was person-sized and proportioned just to his liking that day: big, but still normal. No having to worry about the kind of messes that would turn the lake into a cum repository, just enough to cover her in white. He turned around, coming face-to-face with an Ember whose eyes were very much open and half-lidded, inviting him to come closer even as her voice continued to pretend things were perfectly normal.
“Must be hard on you. And I do mean that literally,” she chuckled, moving away from the edge of the water and positioning herself right in front of Volt, “which reminds me, I just so happened to see what you were carrying around yourself when you were getting busy with those two, and I have to say? Nice” - at no point did the dragon think to do anything to stop that seductress. If anything, he even allowed his cock to swell just enough to start poking out of the water, giving her something to look at - “And here we go… goodness me, it’s even larger in person! Do you mind~?”
“Please, by all means,” Volt answered back, readjusting himself to put most of his weight onto the ground beneath him.
Ember moved with a swiftness and dexterity that betrayed how often she must’ve either practiced for that very scenario, or had been in one before. Her fingers knew just where to wrap themselves around, her palms the right spots on where to press. It was impossible for the dragoness to even think about holding all of his shaft of course, but what she did reach was enough to send jolts of electricity up and down the dragon’s spine. That woman was certainly good at what she did; better, dare he say it, than either Cynder or Spyra.
Those two were good, but they mostly ran on excitement and performance rather than any technique. Being as big as they were, there was very little need for subtlety or finesse; just plop their immense rears on his face or heave their tits over his cock and things would fix themselves. Ember, meanwhile, had a far more delicate touch, yet one that pushed several more buttons than either of her “rivals” did; it seemed that for every inch she lacked in size, she made up for in knowing just how to push him in the right direction, and within seconds Volt had turned into a mewling, practically-purring mess underneath her hands. It was supernatural, practically magical, and if the dragon had bothered to pay attention, he’d know that’s exactly what it was.
But hands alone wouldn’t suffice, not for him and not for her; though her breasts were nowhere near the magnitude of the other two’s, Ember’s bust was still prodigious enough that she could wrap her tits around most of the dragon’s shaft, allowing her to start bobbing up and down its length… somehow. Despite the lack of a solid surface to stand on, the two might as well be on a bed from how easily she moved around, bringing to mind a lot of suspicions about just how natural that “lake” was. Not that Volt was in any position to complain; he had another gorgeous dragoness ready and willing to service him out of literal nowhere, so why look a gift horse in the mouth?
An important question to ask, seeing as her true intentions began to be made clear a few moments later. Her intense pace and quick rhythm weren’t just for show; Ember’s whole body began to change in order to keep up with the sudden demand posed by Volt’s cock, her entire form widening and stretching as it grew in every direction, those eight feet quickly turning to nine, ten, twelve, fifteen… for Volt, it was just natural to do the exact same in return, always keeping a few steps ahead, just to make sure Ember knew who was supposed to be in charge. However, it seemed like the dragoness had other plans altogether, as she simply kept on growing regardless of how much her lover did, eager to keep up and obviously wanting to surpass him; it betrayed her intentions as quickly as her words did, which is exactly why Volt made sure to outpace her at every turn.
Eventually, even a titjob just wasn’t enough to satisfy her. While her lover would be more than content to be on the receiving end of it for the rest of the day, Ember obviously had some kind of plan for the two of them and wouldn’t take any deviation to it kindly. Despite Volt’s best efforts, she kept trying to grow large enough to reach his tip, grumbling and huffing whenever she saw it escape from her grasp. The two were getting big enough to start covering a large chunk of their side of the lake, enough that its waters were being displaced and thrown onto the treeline, scaring off whatever animals still remained around it. Large waves began to crash against their bodies and even the bottom was starting to be carved out by their claws. But that wasn’t enough; it wasn’t nearly enough.
Ember’s temper was starting to live up to her name, her breath hot with flame and her body practically glowing as large plumes of steam began to rise from where it was touching the water. If the lake wasn’t completely removed from their sheer size, then it would be boiled off, especially as soon as she lost her patience completely and snapped her fingers, bringing their size competition to a temporary end; with a mighty roar, she unleashed all of her power (or at least a large portion of it) and directed it straight back at her, causing such a monumental jump in size that even Volt was stunned by it. The sun was blocked out and the earth itself shook and quaked underneath her, most of the lake being duly forced out of where it was supposed to be and flooding the forest around them. And still she grew even bigger, moaning and shouting for her lover’s name, her claws digging enormous grooves on the ground.
For Ember, it was the trump card she didn’t want to use. The dragoness had thought that her ministrations would be enough, that her tender touch and expert handling would bring Volt to his knees and make him beg for more. Despite her best efforts, this did not come to pass; not just that, but he seemed to be deliberately frustrating her attempts at moving past a simple titjob, to the point where she began wondering if he even wanted to have her like he did Spyra or Cynder. Her burning jealousy began to gnaw at her again, enough that her eyes were about as fiery as her heart when she stared the dragon down, wanting to let him know, in no uncertain terms, that he was hers to do what she wanted and what she wanted was to give him head, damnit!
It was her goal, to partake of the same kind of bountiful release as the other two dragonesses. Ember figured that something in Volt’s cum had to be responsible for the many growth spurts her rivals had undergone, being utterly unaware of the freak circumstances surrounding both of them, and she wanted it. And no just a bit, not even enough to satisfy her several times over; Ember would not be ready to let him go until she utterly eclipsed the other two dragonesses, and if that meant holding her soon-to-be-captive underneath her, pinned under an eternally-swelling ass, then she’d just have to do that. Thus, it was incredibly annoying that the normally playful durg seemed intent on denying her their rightful prize; if that was the case, she’d just have to forcefully extract it.
Volt, in the meantime, was weighing his options. He was already about half as big as the lake, and still had so much left in him that his current size was, frankly, him underachieving, but giving in to what Ember wanted just meant playing her game, and as much as the prospect of a third giantess was enticing, he had left the house to enjoy a quiet day off, not… this. Thus he still tried to keep his cock as far away from that mouth as he could, knowing as well as anyone that the moment a tongue touched it, he’d lose control of the situation. That said, after growth spurt of those dimensions, ignoring the immense need to shove that shaft somewhere where it could be used properly was becoming harder than the rod itself, leading to a rather uncomfortable situation where, for once, Volt had to think with one brain instead of two, and not the one below the waist for a change.
Of course, that was easier said than done; after a while, taking control of his muscles back from his more primal side took so much effort that he began to just give up in chunks: first his legs, then his arms, until eventually the only thing he was still consciously moving around was his head, letting him see just how little he was truly in charge. The dragoness had long since wrapped her lips and tongue around his cock, applying enough pressure and suction that Volt was all-but forced to arch his back upwards to deal with the pleasure coursing through him, gouts of flame bursting from his nose and mouth whenever he exhaled. Deep breaths, panting, that was what his life was; and now it was Ember, only Ember that he could see in front of him, massive, colossal, titanic, and still growing.
He needed to grow too.
Volt was clever about it, not wanting to give the dragoness a reason to turn herself into an even bigger monster. He used every opportunity he got: a moment of pause for breath, a particularly long tug or pull at his shaft, the rare occasions where Ember actually stopped to make a comment about how tiny he was. Inches and feet were added to his frame, just slowly enough that, by the time the giantess could tell that something was different, Volt had the time to say something before she outsized him again.
“Y-you know, I left my house this morning ‘cuz I wanted some fresh air,” he babbled on, barely in control of his own words, “get away from things, clear my head. Saw you, thought everything was fine… didn’t expect you to turn out to be th-this big, hnnnf” - his little speech was interrupted by a very bored Ember tightening her tongue around his member, a sly grin on her lips - “but you know what I love, d-don’t you? Been spying on us all this time, so I guess this i-isn’t a coincidence~”
The dragoness took her sweet time to respond, and even then she was careful enough to allow her tongue to slither over as much of her lover’s flesh as she could, licking her lips of the many goopy strands of pre that had adorned them over the past few minutes. Her reply came with the exact same tone of voice as always, incredibly mismatched with her new size and demeanour; perhaps she only had that one tone to work with, or maybe, as was the truth, it was the only way she had to keep herself under control while battling an intense, practically overwhelming desire to give in to animalistic desire and just ride Volt for all he was worth. Even then, she wasn’t about to let him go scott-free after emptying her mouth; now that the dragon’s cock was nice and lubricated, it was time to move herself to a more adequate position.
Volt did nothing to stop her; it would be insulting and downright idiotic to even try, considering how far the two had gone already. Still, he made sure to give her a little bit more than she bargained for, increasing his girth and length only after his tip broke through her lower lips, succeeding in dragging a few half-pained moans out of the dragoness, who nonetheless kept on taking his rod like it was absolutely nothing. Volt couldn’t help but notice she herself wasn’t growing, presumably so Ember could fully enjoy his size without denigrating it with shapeshifter powers.
“Well,” she began, her cheeks somehow an ever deeper shade of red than normal, “you know me; I was never one for finishing second. Or third. So as soon as I saw you fooling around with those two, I knew I had to-”
“Live up to the expectations?”
“Oh, Volt, you read me like a book,” Ember giggled, bringing her full weight down onto him and all-but smothering his upper body with her breasts after bending down to smooch him on the forehead, “but I’m afraid I’m not like your small harem; you’ll need to work harder to get through to me~”
“What, do you expect flattery?”
His words were spoken in jest and the way he said it made it patently obvious, which is why he was stunned to see the crimson flush on Ember’s cheeks glow even brighter, the dragoness for once being left speechless. It gave him the perfect opportunity to strike, to needle her until she, too, was a mewling mess, begging for his cock like the other two. But why, though? Why would he do the exact same thing as the other times, when the whole point of leaving the house was to try for something different? He’d already ruined his plans by accepting Ember’s suggestion and ending up with a third mountain of dragon flesh on top of him; now that he was given the chance to take a different route and be a bit more caring with his affection, he didn’t really want to let go of it.
“Well, if it’s flattery you want,” he continued, bringing a hand to cup one of Ember’s cheeks and softly planting a kiss on the tip of her muzzle, “tell me what you’d like to hear.”
And there it was. The fluttering eyelashes, the blushing, the eyes darting to the side to avoid direct contact. Even without trying, he found the one chink in Ember’s armour that allowed him to strike at the big softy underneath, and still he refused to do anything with it. He could tell she wanted him to; perhaps the dragoness had been watching him for longer than he thought and fully expected him to go in for the kill, to push all of her buttons until she couldn’t resist him. That’s certainly what her expression seemed to indicate; at points, Ember looked at him like she was expecting Volt to do… something. It wasn’t clear what, but she didn’t seem to want to take the next step herself.
The tumultuous confusion of emotions inside of the giantess’ mind would give even the greatest of thinkers pause. Ember had convinced herself she was above the base predations that had turned Cynder and Spyra into two self-indulgent sluts focused purely on their next filling meal of cockmeat, told herself that she was far classier a woman than that. The whole plan was devised entirely around that assumption, that being her belief that, push come to shove, she’d be able to take all of Volt and still come out on top. Now that she had though, things weren’t so certain; though her domineering side was still alive and well, it had been asked to sit in a corner and wait while the rest of her took center stage, the large chunk of her mind that would much rather act like a needy, subby lewdster, demanding attention from someone who could give it and so much more.
It was more than a want; it was a need. Ember needed him to take charge, in a way she never thought possible before, so much that her whole body was shaking at the mere thought. It was enough to get her to stop moving, her plans to bounce on that titanic shaft inside of her foiled before they were even put into action. And yet, there was something else stirring inside of her, something that didn’t match up with either her carnal rush for affection or the flimsy haughtiness she had built for herself. It was something that Ember hadn’t felt in quite a long time, an emotion so alien to her psyche that it took her a long while to even identify it at all.
Comfort.
No need for horniness, lewdness, sluttiness or anything of the sort. Well, not immediately at least; she felt it, that weird desire she was entirely unaccustomed to, trying to impose itself over the other two, muscleing in like it belonged… and it sort of did. The thought that she could be… comfortable, not wanted in a lustful sense or lusted after by that hunk of a dragon, but just comfortable, loved, warm and welcome in his embrace. The thought that he did want her to tell him what she wanted to hear, and that he’d be more than ready to oblige. It was all too good to be true, and yet Volt wasn’t going anywhere; he was still there, still underneath her, smiling a smile that he rarely did. He truly wanted this for her, for them, a pause in between the reckless, mindless debauchery that had characterized his life in the past few days. Maybe he was right and deserved something more than the usual; his body was impressively soft once she allowed her own to shrink just enough that she could hug him like a full-sized pillow.
“Worked through your issues there?” Volt mused, offering a quick peck on the top of her head, “Or are you going to grow again?”
“Shut up,” Ember snapped back, tightening their hug, “and make yourself warmer, I’m not done with you.”
An interesting choice of words, coming from someone who huffed as hard as Ember did before stuffing her face directly into Volt’s neck. The dragon felt no need to comment on it though; far as he cared, they were perfectly fine the way they were, and he’d be more than happy to just lie there in the emptied-out lake for the rest of the day. Besides, he was still hilted inside of her, so it’s not like he wasn’t getting something out of it.
Still, a deal was a deal, and he began talking. Volt never did get a straight answer out of her, but none was needed; just his imagination, running on overdrive and giving the dragoness everything she wanted to hear and more. Her curves, her heft, her weight, her looks, her voice, her warmth, her words, her smarts, her everything; she was perfect just the way she was, everything she could be and yet so much more. She alone was Ember, and there could never be anyone like her in a million years. The more he spoke the more she shrunk, trembling with each syllable as her mind struggled to deal with the avalanche of compliments being thrown at her; it was so funny for Volt to see what used to be such a proud giantess “reduced” to a trembling dragon, practically begging him to keep going, made putty in his hands just by constant flattery.
But, much like before, it still wasn’t enough. Much as both of them enjoyed it, they had come over to the lake for a completely different reason, and it just wouldn’t do for them to not finish it off in the most explosive way possible.
“... and the fact that you’ve probably got something up your sleeve to drive me wild even as I speak,” Volt finished, chuckling quietly, “are you gonna prove me wrong?”
Ember huffed, clearly not ready for the snuggle session to end, but she moved off of him nonetheless. It wouldn’t do for someone of her caliber to refuse such an obvious challenge, even if it meant letting go of the most comforting body pillow she had the pleasure of holding onto in her whole life. It was still an opportunity to flex her skills though, plus Volt was completely right; it would be downright criminal for their reunion to end with anything less than complete and utter reckless abandon.
Once more the earth shook as the giantess moved into place, reluctantly removing Volt from inside of her as she took her place, looming above him and casting a long enough shadow that anyone standing directly beneath might just think nightfall occurred before lunch. A beauty of rare qualities, doubly so when she turned around and bent over, slapping her rotund rear and letting those cheeks jiggle so wildly that the whole thing looked more like jello than scale-covered flesh.
“Well, I haven’t had the pleasure of picking a dragon for a mate, but you can’t deny I have the figure for it,” she murred at him, prompting the dragon to scramble to get to his feet, “and you wouldn’t want to deny a mother-to-be a good fuck, now would you~?”
Everything he needed to hear.
There was a split second where the two were separate, in between Volt starting to move and Ember being pushed on the ground with enough force to create a dragoness-sized crater. Both of the dragon’s hands sunk deeply into that immense, plush ass of hers, enough that it brought to mind memories of Cynder’s own form sucking him in, though Ember was at least considerate enough not to trap him in a pair of cheeks the size of his whole body. All she gave him was an eager tailhole and the moaning to go with it, the eagerness to buck right back into him whenever Volt thrusted and the strength and stamina to carry on long past the point where she should’ve collapsed.
The dragon knew that this was going to go badly. Someone as talented as Ember would be more than able to take anything he pumped out and turn it into more of themselves, and indeed that’s exactly what ended up happening. An old trick, repetitive even, but with such an ample source of protein and energy as his hyper self, could he truly blame any of them for taking advantage of it? It’d be like drowning in a desert and denying a cup of water just because it wasn’t of a particular brand, complete insanity really.
Thus the ground continued to shake as the two went at it like a pair of rabid bunnies, making enough of a mess of the lakebed that it filled right back up again, far thicker and muskier than before; much as Ember was expertly translating that flood of cum inside of her into more mass for her to grow herself with, plenty oozed and spurted back out to coat the woods in white, leaving the two adrift in an ocean of sticky, thick seed that would make someone else’s life miserable when they had to clean it. All they could think about was growing, fucking, growing some more and making monsters of themselves. All thought of their intimacy prior to this last stretch seemed to have vanished into the aether, replaced with animalistic desire and nigh-limitless endurance, all for the sake of maximizing their enjoyment before the inevitable end was reached.
For when it was, it ended explosively.
Even Ember couldn’t deal with that much of Volt’s seed plumping her up at once. The dragon was about as big as the mountain Spyra had destroyed by that point, his cock even larger and his balls so utterly massive that they reached over his head. The resulting flood was enough to bloat the dragoness’ belly like a balloon, leaving her stranded on top of a small sea’s worth of dragon spunk… at least until she found where her consciousness had fled to and did something about it. While Volt was still in the throes of release, his lover took the initiative to transform all of that easily-accessible mass into something more proper for a lady of her stature: tis, ass and thighs, and lots of it. Enough that, by the time she was finished, Volt looked positively tiny compared to her.
There was no more landscape, only Ember, as far as the eye could see, covering what used to be forest with her supple, soft curves. She invited her lover to join her, to grow large enough to meet her, and he did; Volt wanted nothing more than to truly let go now, to become the minor god he deserved to be and to share such an experience with someone who both deserved it and knew what it was like. He didn’t even think about the other two waiting for him at home; right there and then, he had eyes only for Ember, her perfect draconic goddess… and perhaps something more. A lover? A companion? A true partner? Perhaps. But most importantly, something far more meaningful for the kind of desires coursing through his mind:
A mate. |
(F tf Bitch)
Your teen years are supposed to be about experimentation, right? Lorain had done her share of that. As soon as she turned 18 she held a huge party and got completely sloshed on booze. She decided maybe not lean that hard into it from then on, when she woke up the following night with a dick and balls drawn on her with a sharpy by connecting the freckles on her right boob. Then her hormones really kicked in at about the same time her body really started to round out, which gave her the impression maybe she was a lesbian, so she went out with another girl. She got along great and had lots of fun with her girlfriend Jen but when it came to sex, Lorain found herself wanting a man after all. It was this experiment that went particularly wrong. They had gotten along so well, and Jen is very much an actual lesbian- so when Lorain just suddenly betrayed her to go back to boys, Jen did not take it very well.
Now Lorain was with Benji. A nice enough guy, though a bit of a hopelessly naive optimist. He had the attention span of a hummingbird on cocaine and unfortunately like most teenage boys was incredibly horny most of the time. Having just come off her relationship with Jen, Lorain was in no particular hurry to jump in bed with him, which came as a rather big frustration to Benji. He had an adorable girlfriend finally, but was yet to lay a hand on her. Lorain had pale brown hair usually tied on either side into broad braids that reached her collar, and her eyes were a much darker brown, but sometimes turned hazel. She was a bit petite but Benji himself was a rather small guy, so they were actually the same height. She had wide hips and meaty thighs and her breasts were a nice wobbly C cup. Benji found himself being unintentionally more lewd with his jokes and conversations just because having such a cute girl at hand was clouding his head. Jen however offered a solution. Hearing of Benji's frustrations, Jen offered him a magic potion that would send Lorain into heat- make her just as horny as he was. Being hopelessly naive, Benji assumed she was doing this just to help him out, and did not question the nature of the potion. Jen was doing it for revenge.
Lorain had just planned on another quiet night watching movies, cuddling with Benji. He seemed oddly fixated on her this night though, making sure she was well hydrated. She noticed he was glancing at her often as well, which was flattering but she also wondered what he was thinking. She knew he was frisky, so she was leery of giving him the wrong idea only to leave him high and dry later. Lorain found herself glancing back at him now and then as the night went on. The movies they were watching were not really that romantic at all, but her mind seemed to fixate on those moments of the films. Lorain sighed, hooking an index on her collar and fanning her shirt a bit. Benji seemed heavier dressed than her and he was fine- Lorain was feeling quite hot. The heat was especially noticeable in her loins. Maybe she should let him have her tonight after all? It still felt too early, but at the same time she tried to find an actual reason not to and couldn't. What was waiting really going to do? Did it really matter what order they figured stuff out in? Lorain did not even notice how close her hand was inching toward his crotch. She was resting against him fully and barely concentrating on the movie at this point. She placed her right hand on the end of the bed to hold herself at least partially up, but her hand inched forward to his thigh, then around its curve and toward his crotch subconsciously. She wondered what it looked like. Was he big?
Benji had a subdued smiled, seeing Jen's potion was working. "Hey, I know you said you wanted to take things slow... but its been a while already..."
"Yea..." She looked into his eyes for several full seconds before she suddenly perked up, realizing what he was actually saying. "Oh! uh..." Her face was already blushed from her inner heat, but now it really turned red. "You want to..?"
He smiled and ran his hand over the side of her cute face, brushing a few stray hairs aside. "I mean, if you do."
"Ok..." She even sounded spaced out- her thoughts constantly wandering to undressing him with her mind.
Lorain scooted back a bit on the bed and lay back, letting Benji undress her- she was too bashful to try and put on a show for him. As he took her clothes off and then his, she noted she was a bit sweaty, even though it wasn't that hot. Her labia were already blushed pink and looking a bit puffy from arousal. She was fully moist before he even touched her! Benji massaged the plump outer labia only a bit before going to line himself up. Figures, boys wouldn't know foreplay if it hit them in the face.
As soon as he started to push in she yelped, her entire body squirming a bit. "Aah~!"
Benji cocked an eyebrow. "Aren't you afraid of your parents hearing you?"
Lorain quickly grabbed a pillow and jammed it over her face. It felt way better than she was expecting! Or maybe it was just because she was so riled up for some reason! In any case, she could not hold back and moaned into the pillow as he thrust into her. Now that his cock was in her, it felt like finally satisfying an inch she did not know she had. But a really bad itch- one where it feels so good to scratch you just keep scratching till you wear your skin raw. The more he pounded her the more she wanted it! She started rocking her hips back to meet his to pound into her harder! She managed to have three mini orgasms before he hit his climax- and they weren't even at it for that long. Even once they finished she still sort of felt a bit horny, but decided for her body that she had enough.
Luckily her bedroom was right next to the upstairs bathroom so they could scoot over and get cleaned up again. Benji was supposed to go home for the night but her house was huge so they could very easily lie and he remained with her tonight. It wasn't the first time he spent the night, but usually it was because one or the other passed out unintentionally trying to stay up too late. Lorain paused when she picked up her toothbrush, looking her hands over. Her fingernails were oddly... sharp. They were longer than she remembered, but also they grew more in the middle than on the sides, causing them all to come to pointed tips. That has never happened before. Then when she started brushing, her teeth felt different, and even through the toothpaste foam she could see her grit teeth in the mirror were all sharper too! What on earth would cause THAT? Did she zone out in PE class when they went over this part of puberty or something? She did get her breasts quite late in comparison to the other girls, maybe this was just a weird growth spurt.
Normally she would have gotten him to sleep on top of the blankets while she slept under, but she let him under the blankets with her tonight. When she was only half awake she snuggled up close to him, and Benji certainly had no complaints. She wore only a night shirt and panties to bed, so he could feel her bare legs tangling with his. While Lorain slept though, her dreams were strange and she continued to feel hotter than she should. She had a dream of a memory of when she was younger- the first time she ever seen a penis. It was her friend's dog, and her friends all had a chuckle over it but Lorain had no idea what to think of it, it was the first time she ever seen one. In her dream though, the dog sniffed her and tried to mount her- but in the dream the dog was bigger than it had been in real life and easily knocked over over! She woke up with a gasp, sitting up in surprise and waking Benji unintentionally too. She cupped her crotch and immediately felt how wet her panties were! And her pussy was radiating so much heat!
Benji rubbed his eyes, trying to get them to focus after waking up abruptly. "You ok?"
"I don't know, I feel so hot and... wet?"
"Wet?" He perked up. "Oh. Do you want to... have sex again?"
"No! W-well maybe... I don't know." She squirmed her thighs together, feeling the itch inside again. "Maybe I should... ok."
She tossed the panties completely to the side- they were laundry now anyway. This time she got up on all fours, making him move around behind her and thrust in that way- doggy style. It felt like he was hitting deeper in her in this position, which was nice. And since it was the middle of the night, she buried her head in a pillow again to muffle herself. Her whole body felt good, alive with a soft tingling pleasure. Because it was pitch black in the room and they were still tired as heck, neither of them noticed she was changing. Her ears became pointed and started to grow a bit longer. Her tail bone squirmed as muscles grew below the surface and with soft muffled pops the bones extended- overshadowed by the sound of Benji thrusting against her pert butt. The tingling tightness she felt in her breasts was not just her nipples stiffness- the skin of her breasts was growing taught and pulling in on them, forcing the body to recall some of the fat mass. The soft brown of her nipples and areola started to fade and they started to plush a rosen hue- turning to a soft red instead. The areola seemed to shrink in toward the nipples and by the time they both climaxed only the nipples themselves remained. Her C cup breasts were now pudgy little Bs. Once they were done they did not get cleaned up again, they just flopped over as-is and immediately fell back asleep.
In the morning, Benji woke up first, seen Lorain in the sunlight coming in her window and immediately pretended to not have seen anything and hung out at her desk, playing on his phone. He knew it must be some side effect of the potion he gave her, but he had no idea it would physically alter her, so he did not really know what do say. She did not know he gave her a potion, so there was no way she could trace the effects back to him at least. When Lorain woke up she did not notice, at least not right away. Benji sort of froze up in shock as he brought her claw-like nails up and scratched under her ears by flicking her entire hand back and forth several times... like a dog scratches itself. She went to the bathroom to get cleaned up from their last romp and almost immediately charged back into the bedroom after seeing herself in the mirror.
"Oh my God, look at me!"
Her nails were more narrow now but also thicker to make up for it- the denser mass caused them to darken to almost black. Her ears had become rounded on the ends again, but longer and thinner, causing them to flop over on themselves. They were also a bit higher up on her skull than before- not on the top but not squarely on the sides either. They were covered in fur that matched her hair exactly except in length so they were relatively hidden unless you were deliberately looking for something off. Possibly even more distressing though was that she had a tail now! It was not particularly big, but it was bushy. Now that she was worried, the tail became rigid to reflect her feelings. It had fur that matched her hair as well, except for the very tip which was white.
Benji had to think fast. "Oh, you know I had an ex girlfriend who had something like that."
Lorain looked at him, her tail twitched and her ears raised a little bit. "R-really? How did it happen? Wait, did she... stay like this?"
Benji nodded even as he tried to piece together a story in his head. "Oh sure, it did not last that long. She said it was related to her behavior o- oh, uhm, actually I don't remember what caused it really, I just remember she was embarrassed about it. It was definitely only temporary though- no one else found out it even happened."
He had almost blurted out its connection to her horniness- but if he did that she would deliberately try to avoid sex which defeated the purpose of giving her the potion in the first place. He also had no idea if it actually was temporary. He certainly hoped it was- he didn't even know this part would happen, Jen said nothing about this. Lorain sat down and undid her huge braids to comb her hair and re-tie them. At least she did not have to go out for a few days. When she was trying to fix herself up the best she could in her vanity mirror on the dresser she also noted her nose was cold on the end- like the circulation had been cut.
She flicked her floppy ears up as she looked at her reflection. "Oooph. I look like a freak."
Benji came up behind her, putting a hand on either shoulder and massaging gently. "Don't say that, you look fine. You almost look even cuter, really."
Her ears perked up again and her tail started to wag with stuttered motion- cautious optimism. "Seriously, like this?"
"Oh sure- there are lots of outfits people wear to have those features, uhm..." He tried to recall the name. "Nekomimi the look is called! Or... that is cat girls, so I guess you would be a... Inumimi."
"A... dog girl?"
Benji smiled, ruffling her hair just behind her ears, and causing her ears to flop back and forth too. "A cute puppers!"
Lorain startled giggling, shaking her head trying to escape him. "S-stop that~ hehehe! You goof."
She hopped up and made a fake growl, pouncing him and knocking him onto his back on the foot of the bed. Her face became a bit more serious though when her actions caught up to her. The warmth in her loins again, while she was on top of him. Even her tongue was poking out of her mouth! Benji did not want to give her the chance to second guess what she had already done herself, and grabbed her braids like handles and pulled her completely down for a kiss. Lorain started fumbling for his fly even with their lips still locked together. Once she released the meat stick she straightened up to ride him like this! Benji was looking forward to this- less work on his part and he got to see her jiggling tits bounce with her under her shirt. Thanks to last night she was wearing her night shirt and nothing else still.
It again felt like his dick was a cure for the tormenting itch she felt inside her pussy. A burning hunger that only went away when he was inside of her. Her clitoral hood started to look puffy, which was usually something that never changed size. Lorain still felt hotter than she should, and tossed off her shirt as she was grinding on him. Benji immediately held her sides to steady her, and ran his thumbs down her torso and up- pausing at her small soft hills, only now noticing her breasts were smaller than before. Her areola were gone entirely, but her pale red nipples remained. As he ran his hands down though, he noticed there was two spots on her chest that felt stiff compared to the rest of the skin. He was about to immediately jump to breast cancer but it was below her breasts so that wouldn't make any sense. As he rubbed his thumbs in a circular motion to feel the spots, the skin quickly blushed pink and started to swell up! Lorain moaned and rolled her head back from his touch, apparently enjoying him touching her there. As he continued the skin swelled up and out, and turned from pink to light red! They turned into a second set of nipples! Remembering that dogs have many sets, Benji started to feel around trying to guess the location and sure enough found four more nipples still lower down! They were completely invisible till he started to roll his fingers on them, which caused them to puff up and grow. By the time he finished encouraging her third set out- the second set looked to be sitting on jigglier flesh than before. She had A cup breasts below her primary B cups! By the time he popped out her last set of nipples just over her crotch, the second set was upgraded to B cup and the third set was at an A! By now from her grinding her pussy on him to aggressively the clitoral hood was so swollen her clit itself was invisible- it had equalized with her outer labia, causing her clit to be absolutely buried in the pillowy flesh.
"Ah! Ah, ah.. aff... ar-arf! Oh... hah, har... ARF!" Her eyes rolled in her head at the sounds she was making, but was unable to hold them back.
Her tail kept switching sides every few seconds but remained either stiffly arched left or right, held tight to her body- instinctively getting it out of the way of her holes. She braced herself with her hands on his upper gut, while Benji ran his hands up and down her torso softly, feeling the stiff rubbery nipples *twang* back into place as his touch bent them. It sent electric pleasure through her entire torso causing her to squirm- which was why she had to brace herself on him. Because she had so many tits now the break between pleasurable jolts was very short lived, robbing her of her breath. Between her breathless *arfs* and the ever present heat within her, she was panting pretty heavily with her mouth wide open. Benji could see how sharp all her teeth were now, and her tongue started to become more thin, but spreading further and becoming longer, causing it to droop farther and farther out of her mouth! It rolled right over her lower teeth like a carpet.
Her expression became desperate and she let out several sounds like a whimpering animal as her entire body shook and she slumped forward almost falling on him as her strength drained under the force of her pleasure! Lorain climaxed before Benji, but all the rippling of her vaginal walls when she peaked quickly sent him over the edge too. She lay down on top of him after, catching her breath. He could feel all eight of her B cup breasts squished against him, and her stiff, hot nipples. The end of her nose was now candy pink- but it was very hard to tell with her blushing so brightly already. When she had recovered, the went back to doting on her appearance in the mirror, fretting over the fact it had gotten even worse!
"I have so marrrny tits. Ugh, and my throat keeps... twitching. Mrrrking me sound weird."
Benji smiled and shrugged. "I think it sounds cute, haha."
She tried to cut her claws off with nail clippers but they were far too thick to cut through- she would need specialty clippers. Lorain supposed she could still file them down, but they are so long it would take hours. While looking into the mirror she caught herself idly touching her many nipples. It was hard keeping her tongue in her mouth too- her mouth had not changed size but her tongue did, so she had to consciously hold it back or it will just roll out on its own. Her parents were out for a day and a half so she could roam her house freely, even in this state. Her toenails had also converted into claws and clicked on the floor as she walked. Lorain only put her night shirt back on- it was long enough to juuuust barely cover her crotch. She felt far too hot to put anything else on. There was a note left by her parents to get some groceries while they were gone- so Lorain had to send Benji to fetch them, leaving her alone for a while, since she was in no state to be wandering outside.
Lorain looked at her claws again and sighed. "What errs wrong wrrth me? Hark! Ah! Damnit. I am arkting like er bitch in heat..." Which is redundant- you need to be in heat to be a bitch in the first place.
She went to get something to drink, and just went for plain old tap water. Her tail wagged idly as he lapped at the water coming out and her heart skipped a bit when she realized what she was doing!
"Damnit, use arr glass you dumb bitch!" She growled at herself for having been lapping at the water like a mut.
Lorain looked through the fridge for something to eat and seen some roast chicken leftovers and started into that. She did not even get a fork, she just set the plate down on the counter by the sink and started to pick the carcass apart with her fingers. Drumstick are finger food... right? When she ate the meat off it however, she started chomping on the bones. Her sharper teeth splintered the chicken bones open and scrapped the cooked marrow off the inside of the bone while spitting out the bone shards themselves. She managed to convince herself that was within the realm of human eating habits and washed her claws off in the sink after. Benji came home and her ears immediately stood up and she dropped to all fours and scrambled to the front door! She had not even dried her claws off so she tracked water on the floor! Her tail was wagging and her tongue was out again as Lorain did a slight hop toward him, finally snapping out of it and realizing how she was acting again! She had not even thought about being on all fours, it just seemed like it would be... faster, so she did it automatically. She let out a high pitched whine as she got up onto two legs again, her ears tucked back in shame. Benji at least had no trouble getting the supplies they were supposed to. As they walked through the house, Benji watched her butt closely, because when her tail wagged it moved her shirt enough that he could see her plump pussy lips in the diamond shaped gap just under her tushy. He had not expected her to physically change, but so far he did not mind the changes- she was cute, and acting cute too.
Lorain did not even get to the stairs back up to the second floor before staggering her steps slightly and then leaning against the wall with her thighs pressed together. "Hnnngh... so hot, hrrrw far arrm I going t-tARK! To keep chrrrnging?"
She looked at Benji rather pitifully, giving him big puppy dog eyes with her ears tucked back in shame of what was becoming of her. Suddenly her ears shot up as they heard one of the neighbor dogs getting let out to go to the bathroom, barking.
"HARK! Ark, bark bark... ah... n-no ARK! Stop... it, bad grrrl." She shut her mouth tightly and her body twitched several times, looking like she was about to burst out barking at full volume again, but she managed to hold it in. She did not even know what she was saying to the other dog, she doesn't understand barking!
Her thighs were squeezed together so tightly her muscles started to ache, and in a subdued, deep popping sound, her hips actually cracked and shifted! They became deeper but more narrow, and just behind it her back got ever so slightly longer. She leaned even heavier on the wall now- her body was unable to keep its center balance! She was becoming a quadraped!
She whined again. "No.... not thrr floor. Nrrrt ern the floorrr like arn arrnrrmal."
Benji rubbed her sides, getting close behind her and rest his head right beside hers, trying to sooth her with his gentle touch. "Shhh, it's okay. No one else has to know how you act at home, and I don't mind at all."
"Aarm berrng srrch a bitch though... why drrs thrrs keep haprrnrn?"
"Well, you have been hornier than usual, right?"
"Yarp! I mrrn, y-yAR... y-yes."
"Maybe that is why then? Maybe you are turning into a dog because you are in heat."
"Hrrr..."
"Maybe you just need to quench that fire."
"H-harr~ mrrbARK!" She barked so suddenly her grip slipped on the wall and she started to slide down toward the floor. "FARK!"
"I can take care of you, like that anyway."
She turned a bit on all fours and raised her rump, pulling her tail to the side right away. She kept shifting back and forth between her legs, unable to sit still. Stop talking and do it. Shut up and do it. Stick it in! She let out a series of quiet whines and soft barks trying to egg him on to hurry up. The need was such a constant irritant that she could not think straight till he was in her! He unzipped his pants again and thrust into her, once again doggy style. They started fucking right there on the ground floor at the base of the stairs up. It did not take long for Lorain to start panting heavily, her long tongue drooping way out. Her lips started to turn black in some small spots, and the red faded to pink on the rest, to match the end of her nose. Her nose started to extend in length, putting the cold end of it on level with her upper lip, and it became slightly wet as the end of her nose took a more textured surface. Lorain let out a soft howl as she heard her hands and feet start to click and crack as the bones rapidly shifted about- which caused a brief dull ache just because her weight was on them while they shifted. Her hands started to stretch longer, leaving her thumb where it was to start shrinking- the bones inside simplifying to rob it of its mobility. Her big toe mirrored this on her feet as they too stretched longer, but even more extreme than her arms. She started to wobble around with Benji's thrusts into her because Lorain thought she was standing on something for a moment. What she felt under her was her own skin however- it was bubbling up into thick pads on the front of her palm, foot, and on the inside of her digits as they started to become short and fat. They squished together due to how round each digit was becoming, making it hard to move them individually. She would be completely unable to hold or manipulate objects with these. Her plush neon pink pads however gripped the linoleum better, allowing her to brace against Benji's thrusts even more. She let out a breathy *arf* with each powerful thrust, knocking a bit of air out of her. Fuz started to form on the top of her deforming hands and feet- the start of fur. Lorain dropped her front legs and wedged herself backward- pushing her butt into Benji harder, and at a more vertical angle. Her thighs started to get much more broad- but also did not stick out as much following the deeper but more shallow form of her hips. This made her thighs shaped like big meaty disks.
Miniature orgasms fired through her like low voltage electricity, causing her mind to momentarily white out with each one- but it only relieved the itch in her pussy for a moment. It faded the further his dick was in her, and only vanished entirely for a moment during orgasm. Her entire body felt so damn hot, but she was not sweating at all anymore in spite of this- her body was incapable of sweating anymore. This caused Lorain to pant heavily- her breath searing hot. Her ears were red hot as well- because the skin is so thin the veins are close to the surface, allowing canines to burn off excess heat through their ears. Her labia continued to inflate more with each thrust, becoming more and more like a soft rubbery pillow for Benji's dick! Its shape also continued to alter, becoming wider at the bottom for any knots that want in- causing her pussy to become triangular. The lowest point of the triangle contained her hidden clit in the ultra plush skin- now permanently candy pink in color. The fluff on her limbs started to turn into true fur and spread, consuming her devolved digits. Her hands and feet were nothing more than paws now, her ankles now some distance off the floor and her big toe and thumbs nothing more than useless dewclaws. She cannot stand again with these, nor can she hold anything with these. All they are good for now is helping her lift her rump to present herself to a mate. For bracing against the thrusts of her mate. Lorain was internally panicking as she felt a pressure in her jaw- her face wanting to change shape. No, don't! Be Lorain, be herself. Woman, not a dog. Woman, not a bitch. Hold it together! The fur grew in pure white on her limbs, it only got as far as her wrist on her front legs, on her back legs it advanced further, transitioning to pale brown as it reached her thighs, and tapered off across their surface, getting just far enough to give her an extremely thin layer of fur on her butt. When Benji came his legs buckled a bit so he just thrust into her as hard as he could, which finally triggered a full sized orgasm of her own, making Lorain release a long howl!
"N-no... Lrrain such bitch. Arr grrtting wrrrse. Hrr, ark! Benji so grrrd. Grrd boy, brrrd grrrl... hark!"
She knew she was not quite speaking right in more than one way, but her brain was still spinning from having so many mini orgasms in a row. Her now fully canine pussy was more sensitive than ever. Benji returned upstairs, watching Lorain walk up after him to make sure she was ok. Her pads gripped the wood stairs well enough but she was still a bit wobbly- she was not at all used to walking on all fours and her legs had changed proportion as well. Normally if a human got onto all fours and put their limbs straight, their ass would be far into the air, but all four of her limbs were now adjusted so that with all of them straight, her body was parallel to the floor. She could raise her rump, but she would need to stretch her back legs out as far as they could. She found her tail wagging betrayed whatever her current conscious thought is- she had absolutely no control over it, it reacted to her mood only. It barely even registered in her head that walking on all fours was degrading right now. In the bedroom, Benji caught her licking her own pussy several times! He could tell she was trying to hide it from him, but could not stop herself from doing it because of the infernal itch. The never ending heat! Her spine had gotten a bit longer, which caused her to no longer be able to balance upright, but also gave her the flexibility to lick herself. She squeezed the lower point of her pussy with her lips- it was so fat and bloated it projected out from her body a ways, and contained her clit in it, so squishing the skin there also touched the clit absolutely buried inside.
Benji was turned on by a lot of her changes, but even he was a little worried. Yea, he was still getting lots of sex out of her as promised... she was also progressing even farther into a dog, which was never even mentioned as a side effect. Inside her shirt her eight tits had started to change more as well under the cover of cloth. Eight B cups became eight A cups, and the nipples lengthened a bit into small teats. On one hand, Benji already had more sex in the last two days than his entire prior sex life, and he was a bit worried she would just keep turning more dog till there was no Lorain left. On the other hand, he kept catching her humping her own face out of the corner of his eye, trying desperately to escape her cursed heat. She needed it, bad, and he did like to give it. It was an odd sight to see; at first it had been some dog features on Lorain, now it was more like some Lorain features buried in dog. Like she was trapped inside a dog. Lorain's thoughts were a constant jumble so she did not have much of an opportunity to think about her fate. The heat caused her to constantly be swimming in hormones, unable to sit still mentally or physically and always feeling somewhat drunk. When this started, Benji was the one acting like a horndog, and getting pent up wishing his girlfriend would let him play ball. Now it had almost been reversed- Lorain was over horny and needing him to whip out his bat. There was a part of her mind that held out hope that it was temporary and it would all be over soon, and the part of her that always doubted what he said. There was even a part of her that wanted to just push the transformation forward in embarrassment from the transformation. If she fully devolved into a dog she would lack the capacity to be embarrassed about it, and no one would know it was her- they would just think she is another normal dog.
Benji had heard her whining enough and went over to her. She seen him looking and quickly stopped licking, then backed up a bit not sure what she wanted to do, and doubting she could hold back from just pouncing him automatically.
Benji huffed. "Ok, come on girl. You need more, huh?"
She whimpered. "Trroo hrrny. I drrn't rrike thrrs nrrmrry. Grrr, carrn't tark rIKE! Er, bah! Rark! Drrmert!" Her brow was furrowed in concentration, trying to push through her hazy thoughts and fight with her changed vocal chords. "I drrn't knerr wrrt I do. I drrn't wrrrnt t-ark... brr ar bitch."
"Don't strain yourself... uh, maybe just forget the social whatevers for now? I mean, you are at home so who cares what other people or the rules of society think you should do. What do you want to do? What do you want?"
"Hrrr, wrrrt want nrt rame. Lrrain not Lrrrain..."
"Just clear your thoughts, think happy thoughts! Uh, candy, sunshine, puppies."
Lorain's body froze up, even her tail pausing. "P....p-puh..."
"Puppies? Yea, cute little puppies, think about those."
Lorain's pupils shrank to little pin pricks as her eyes widened and her entire body trembled! "Puh...pies...!"
Drops of natural lube dripped from her flaming hot pussy before she pounced him, staggering him back and then spinning around and ramming her rump into him, slamming him against the foot of the bed and pinning him in place with her pussy! She was going to grind herself off on his bulge whether he took it out or not!
"Prrppies!" She pant heavily, her tongue flapping around outside of her mouth. "Fark! Benji fark bitch! Fark grrd bitch, Benji bitch!" Her face gave off several sharp snapping sounds as her top and bottom jaw both started to stretch out! "Grrrrve me yrrrr prrppies! Prrrt thrrr rar RARK! Rah... ARK... bark, bark! Urff... hrrrr..." She completely lost her ability to form words as her face continued to stretch out, deforming her entire skull somewhat.
The skin on her skull seemed to bunch up toward the top, pulling her ears higher up till they sat at the top of her head, and then the skin stretched forward to keep up with her extending face as it formed a mid sized muzzle! At least her tongue actually fit her mouth now- but now she could not speak properly for other reasons. At first it looked like her hairline was advancing forward and then back, but it was actually fur. Fur extended from the base of where her hair ended, but both were virtually identical except in length so it was very hard to tell where one ended and the other began. The fur she already had on her limbs started to advance up quickly, consuming her body. Not knowing what else to do, Benji shoved her forward just long enough to unzip his fly and penetrate her again as she slammed back into his crotch. She hit into him so aggressively she forced him to bend over her. He grabbed her huge braids again and yanked them back like handles, shoving into her as far as he could and grinding his hips against her- stirring her pussy with his dick. The fur touched her main body as it started to let off dull pops and lose its human shape, becoming more barreled. She had two teats in the middle of her chest, two near the bottom of her ribs, two on her upper gut, and two on her lower gut, and when the fur grew over they were just long enough that the tips of each teat were still visible in the fur. The fur on her lower limbs and face was relatively fine, but her upper limbs and torso it grew quite bushy! Her muzzle but not the rest of her face was white, her limbs had white booties, her underside was white as well at the tip of her tail- the rest was pale brown like her hair. She also had two white dots marking her eyebrows still. Her hair also did not seem to transform at all- her big braids remained even as the rest of her turned dog, though it blended in perfectly with her fur. Her body could not stop trembling. Her pussy made squelching sounds with each thrust as salty liquid dripped from her almost constantly from repeated small orgasms. He let go of her braids and grabbed a fist full of the fur on the scruff of her neck. She closed her eyes- it felt good when he dug his fingers into the thick fur there. Benji reached under her with his other hand and ran his fingers loosely down her underside, flicking her multitude of stiff dog teats! Her body convulsed in one huge orgasm- Lorain made several wheezing attempts at barks but had no breath left. Benji once again came from her vagina going absolutely wild around his shaft. Lorain collapsed almost entirely as it tapered off, falling face first into the carpet. She was flat on her belly with her limbs just laying out, breathing heavily for some time without moving.
Benji watched her for some time, trying to communicate with her but failing. It was hard to tell if she just didn't communicate because she no longer had a human voice, or because there was no human brain left to understand him in the first place. When he spoke to her, she stopped and looked at him as if she was listening, but then did not react other than to tilt her head in confusion occasionally- or her eyebrows would do a little dance as she looked back and forth, unsure of what she was supposed to do. Her iris never expanded, so her eyes were fully human still. Lorain still had her hair as well, still braided on either side of her dog head, and she also never actually changed sizes- so she was still just as big as Benji himself. She was a big dog, but did seem to be otherwise a full dog inside and out. Luckily that meant that he could not 'put puppies in her', because his sperm was genetically incompatible with her right now.
Benji decided to finally call Jen and figure out what was going on- Lorain could not understand English so he did not have to worry about her figuring anything out even though she was in the room. "Heeey, Jen? That potion you gave me to make Lorain real horny?"
"Yea...?"
"Does it have any side effects?"
"You still haven't used it? I thought you were antsy to get your prick wet?"
"N-no, I used it. And it seemed to work great, I was just worried there might be other effects."
"...not if you used it correctly."
"Yea, I remember, it was two drops per serving."
There was a slight pause. "Two drops. I didn't say per serving. That isn't how potions work."
"OH. Ooops."
"Ooops?! How much did you give her?!"
"Over the course of-"
"Total. How much did she have total Ben?" She was sounding just a wee bit agitated.
"Uhm... all of it? We drank a lot, and I thought the dose was per serving, so I multiplied that by how much she drank.... so..."
"YOU TURNED HER INTO A DOG?! You... absolute moron! I wanted her to get turned into a slut and embarrass herself not turn into an animal! It was only supposed to make her go into heat like a dog but you gave her way too damn much! Did she orgasm after fully turning??"
"Y-yea?"
"AAARGH! She would have turned back on her own if you left it alone! The fact she climaxed after it completed will lock it in place! Now I have to figure out how to make a dog into human potion! This is going to take like a day at least to figure out and another to gather the materials! Maybe another to brew it! She is stuck a dog for at least three days Ben!"
Benji chuckled nervously. "W-well, at least there is a nice dog park near here I can walk her..." |
Roommates “Would you cut that out?” Megan shrieked as Bethany shifted in her seat.
“I can’t! It feels,” Bethany paused a moment to suppress a groan, “so, good.”
Megan risked a glance over. Bethany’s hands were already deep in her pants which were stretched with the bulging flesh. It was hard not to notice the pungent aroma or the slick sounds that were coming from her friend’s groin as she writhed in the passenger seat. Megan tried to focus on the road again.
The silence didn’t last. The slurping noises were making Megan grind her teeth. “What were you thinking? I mean I get that you didn’t think she was a witch, but why’d you have to go and insult her?” Megan yelled at her roommate.
Bethany stopped for a moment; her hand still stuck in the bulge in her pants. “I just said she was kind of horse-faced.”
“Uh-huh, why’d you need to say it at all? Are you, like, completely clueless? How hard was it to be to ignore the old woman? God you’re such a jerk.”
“Look, I said I was sorry after she got mad.” Bethany had finally squirmed herself back into a more seated position, but still kept her hand in her pants.
“Uh-huh, and cursed your ass,” Megan shot back snarkily.
“Oh, ha-ha, very funny. I bet I won’t be hearing that one again.”
“Not my fault she decided to make an ass out of your ass.”
“You think I like being stuck like this? It’s been two weeks. We can’t find the damned woman, and I’m stuck with a backside that belong on a horse.”
“No, it belongs on a donkey,” came the terse correction. “And after two weeks, you’d think you’d be over the novelty of it.”
“I told you, I can’t help it. So, unless you want to buy one of those giant dildos shaped like a horse cock for me, I don’t think it’s going to go away until I get bred like a mare in heat.” Bethany snapped back.
Megan sighed, her friend was right, she couldn’t help it. “Can you at least keep it down for the car ride?”
“I’ll try,” came the grumbled response. *** *** ***
“Oh God!”
Megan flinched, “oh, please don’t do that in here, the smell is already overwhelming. Come on, we’re almost home.”
Bethany gave a deep grunt. “No, it’s not,” she stopped to pant a moment, “that. It’s my legs. They hurt.”
Megan looked at her friend, the hand still down her pants, her hips definitely pressing hard against the center console. Bethany grunted a few times, and Megan was sure she could hear some faint popping.
Megan pulled into the parking space, “Come on, let’s get you inside before you burst out of those things.” She snapped off the ignition and dashed around the car to help her roommate out of the vehicle.
The heavy clop of Bethany’s hoof was the first sign of trouble, since it hadn’t been a hoof when they’d gotten into the car. The second one confirmed it as Bethany struggled to her feet, balancing on legs that lacked toes. There was no time to think about it though. Priority one was getting Bethany inside before the neighbors noticed. Megan slipped her head under Bethany’s shoulder and helped her friend balance. She grimaced slightly as she realized her friends very sticky and damp hand was now tangled in her hair. She’d need a shower now.
By the time they got inside Bethany was already wiggling. The heat wouldn’t leave her alone. She struggled to get herself to her bedroom, but slipped on the kitchen tile, forcing Bethany to help her all the way.
“Those hooves of yours are going to totally ruin the floors.”
“Well,” panted the donkey woman, “get some throw rugs.” She threw herself onto the bed and began struggling with the yoga pants.
Megan turned to leave.
“Wait, please don’t go yet. I need help.”
Megan looked at her friend warily, “Are you sure?”
“Please? I just need help getting them off,” Bethany whined.
Another exasperated sigh escaped Megan. She honestly felt bad for Bethany at this point. The curse was ruining her life. “Just the pants?”
“Just the pants.”
Megan reached down, her head getting close enough to see the deep outline of her friend’s crotch. The dampness sticking the fabric to the deep fleshy folds. The small bulges above that tapered to nubs that resembled breasts. She grabbed hold of her friend’s pants at the hips as Bethany suddenly raised her hips up from the bed, thrusting the pungent scent of her sex deep into Megan’s nostrils.
Megan felt her knees shake, her own body responding to the pheromones that wafted over her. She shook her head, trying to clear it, tugging at the Lycra trying to get it over the curvaceous hips. Each pull frustratingly only sliding the tiniest bit over the bulge of her friend’s ass. Each tug sending more of the delicious musk into her senses. She could feel her clit stirring in her own pants, her nipples hardening.
With a snap the yoga pants slid free, revealing Bethany’s body. Her bulging mound, dark and slick, pointing upwards as Megan pulled the fabric to her friend’s knees. Megan shivered. Her hands grew slack for a moment. She shook her head clear again, forcing herself to finish pulling the pants off over the new hocks and hooves.
Bethany was quiet on the bed for a moment, watching her friend sweat.
Shaking slightly, Megan wadded up the soaked yoga pants and dropped them into the hamper. “Is that,” she paused, trying to gather her thoughts which felt scattered, “everything?”
“Thank you, I really appreciate it, I do. If there’s anything I can do for you?” Bethany eyed Megan who was now absently rubbing her crotch with one hand. Privately she hoped she knew what Megan needed this moment, but she wasn’t going to pressure her.
Megan blinked, seemingly unaware of her own actions as she felt herself warming. She looked down at her friend, one hip now cocked outward exposing the dark flesh between her legs, and spreading slightly to reveal the tender pink slash that nestled in-between. She found herself staring at it.
Bethany watched as Megan stood as if in a trance, her tongue darting out and licking her lips. Her hand continuing to rub slowly over her mound. Shifting her hips, Bethany made herself more inviting. She knew Megan wasn’t really into girls, but she was so horny. If Megan succumbed to the desire, she would enjoy every minute of it.
It only took a few moments more. Megan pitched forward her arms clasping around the thick thighs of her roommate. Her face pressed in against the soft flesh, her tongue lapping at the folds, running up and down each side of the lips and swirling around the pulsing clit.
Bethany’s hips shot upward to meet Megan’s ministrations. The donkey woman’s hands gripping handfuls of bedding as she tried not to buck with each nibble and lick that sent her quickly careening into an orgasmic fog. She squirmed with each new sensation as fingers began to probe her. She could feet the come-hither tips of Megan’s fingers edging along her g-spot, sending her into panting fits until she grabbed Megan’s bobbing head and pressed her roommate’s head against her cunt, grinding her lips on the woman’s face.
Megan eventually slackened, her fingers withdrawing and rolling over on to the edge of the bed, breathing heavily. Her eyes were half closed as she gently touched the sticky mess that covered her face, and filled her mouth. What had happened? Her mind tried to grapple with the intense feelings that had overwhelmed her. She belatedly realized her other hand was back at her crotch, gently ministering to her own desire to get off. She felt like she was at a nice warm glow, but wanted the push over the edge.
Next to her Bethany enjoyed her own afterglow, watching as Megan panted and gently went back to rubbing her own needy loins. She wanted to give back now, but wasn’t sure if Megan would freak out.
For a few moments neither spoke or acknowledge each other. The only sound was the sharp intake of breath as Megan edged herself towards her own orgasm.
Megan couldn’t seem to help herself. Her mind still reeled at the realization of what she had just done, yet she couldn’t stop herself. She couldn’t even bring herself to stop masturbating on her roommate’s bed. She tried to roll over and just ended up flopped on her front, her face pressed into the covers, her hand trapped under her still rubbing at herself. She dug at the front of her pants and pulled open the button, shoving her hand down to feel her own flesh.
Bethany watched for a moment, then slowly sat herself up, her tail flicking behind her large posterior. She gently grabbed the edges of Megan’s pants and pulled lightly. The pants slid down readily, as Megan’s slim hipped frame didn’t fight against it. Megan only moaned quietly in response. Her back starting arch forcing her hips up, exposing the gap between her thighs.
That was enough of an invitation for Bethany who gently spread the hips of her friend, exposing the thick lips that dangled enticingly. Reaching out she gently pulled on them, eliciting soft muffled moans from their owner. Then taking her damp fingers she gently slid finger after finger into the cunt that lay before her. At first it was tight, but Megan relaxed and began riding her hand, letting the whole fist feel the pulsing muscles as they pressed back against Bethany’s arm. Within moments, Megan’s head shot up gasping for air as a quiver ran through her body, her legs shaking.
Bethany slowly withdrew and Megan collapsed back on the bed. Grabbing a dildo from her drawer she stuffed it back up her own gaping equine cunt, shifting a little to make sure if felt good and settled in to wait. There was going to be a lot of explaining when Megan came back around.
Maybe there might be a round two in the bargain. |
Lilac sighed at her reflection in the vanity mirror on her dresser. She had graduated high school not too long ago and had started her half-assed job searching. That was not the source of her depression though. She looked at her emerald green eyes and dark blood-red hair in its wild waves. As she leaned toward the mirror she peered down her own cleavage- a valley formed between generous C cups. She pressed her lips onto the glass, kissing her reflection as she blushed at her own silliness. Her reflection was not just hers- it also belonged to her identical twin sister Jasmine, they are the Lavendelle sisters. And that is where her distress comes from, she had always been close and often helped each other out by switching roles, abusing their identical appearance. When the two got older, Jasmine started to comment on boys and respond to their flirtations, Lilac however had no interest in them- all she needed was her sister. Not only did Lilac realize she is a lesbian...her heart belonged to her own sister, which was clearly taboo. She knew her sister liked boys though, so Lilac kept her affection secret and now Jasmine found herself a boyfriend she went to prom with.
Lilac sighed at her hopelessness and leaned back in to bang her head into the mirror but fell much farther forward than she should have been able to. She had to quickly grab the frame to keep herself from falling all the way in. With eyes now wide she quickly scanned the area. On the other side of her mirror was a flower garden of some sort. Tiny brick paths, overgrown flower beds and enclosed with unkempt hedge walls. The center area was entirely red roses, practically choking a tree. A bit afraid but more curious, she reached farther into the mirror and flipped herself around to ease herself down toward the ground on the other side. The sky rippled in the wind as if it was made of water. She was startled by a sudden deep, masculine voice. She spun around trying to find the source but seen no one around the area.
"Down here- the adorable one."
She finally found the source- a small black, lop-eared bunny. "...I knocked myself out on my mirror didn't I?"
"No. I thought you seemed rather glum, so I brought you to this place. It is inside a dream, but I assure you it is real regardless. A real girls-girl going by your moment with your reflection, that or you are terribly narcissistic."
Lilac's face flushed bright red. "Yea...so what?"
"Just wondering, I never seen a significant other on the other side of your mirror, so it is hard to tell. You seem like a nice girl, how is it that you don't have someone? Don't tell me you are holding back because of your unconventional attraction..."
She glanced away. "N-no...well...it is complicated. I sort of have a...crush on my twin sister. But, she is straight, or...yea. Yea."
He nodded along with her staggered explanation. "Oh, so it was narcissism."
"Hey! Not cute!"
He started to hop back and forth as a form of pacing. "Truly, you wound me. You better be nice- as you can imagine by my ability to talk- I am a magical being. And it just so happens that I could assist you in your current troubles...if only so you'd stop looking into the mirror with that sad face."
Lilac asked him what he could possibly do, and the little bunny introduced itself as a force known as Occult. He explained that her real trouble lay in the inconclusiveness of the situation. She would never know if it was a thing that could have been because she never confessed, and now Jasmine had someone else- someone who isn't taboo to be with. Occult said he could create a situation that it would not be taboo in, and at the same time, create a situation where Jasmine could evaluate Lilac in the same light as Lilac did her. She could not figure out how he could possibly pull that off but wasn't about to argue- there was plenty of things about this whole encounter she couldn't quite wrap her head around.
All Occult needed of her was that she place her hand firmly on the side of the tree in the central area and hold it there for several seconds. Sounded simple enough so she had no hesitation in her approaching it. She had to step very carefully as the entire central area was thick and hard rose briars, waiting to shred her pants if she stepped in the wrong place. She reached the tree and found a blank space low enough for her to reach. She placed her left palm flat on it and the bark felt oddly quite warm. After only a second a sharp pain caused her to yank her hand back to see the tree itself had sprouted a thorn! She held her wounded hand and watched as her blood started to glow against the tree, forming eldritch runes as it trailed down. She stepped back a pace and seen the blood streaks on the sides of her legs. The roses were not red- they were painted with blood! She felt very light headed suddenly and feinted.
When Lilac woke she was on the shag carpet near her dresser. She quickly got up and looked into her mirror but only seen a normal reflection, but there was a thin crack across one corner of it with a few drops of blood in the crack. She looked at her hands and in the palm of her left hand was not a glass cut or thorn puncture- there was a set of radial runes, in what looked like scar tissue from a wound she never actually had. Occult was no where to be seen, so she still wondered if it had all been a dream. Weirder still, she looked at the clock and seen that the time was two hours earlier than when it started. She had to check her cell phone and found that it was actually a full day later! Dream or not, that was an entire day worth of time she could not account for!
She was starting to panic, wondering what she was going to tell her sister when she asked where Lilac has been the last day. She did not have long to think about it however, as Jasmine came into the room almost immediately after as if on queue. She seemed a bit out of it but asked Lilac if she wanted to hang out around the house today. She said they had not had much time to hang out together, and while that was true, Lilac still had a feeling that Occult was somehow behind it. The timing was just way too convenient. Jasmine got some small snacks ready quickly and already had several movies lined up for them to watch.
The two of them relaxed on the couch together watching movies that had come out in the last while that they missed because of their highschool exams. Jasmine was sitting right up against Lilac even though there was plenty of room on the couch. Lilac was enjoying it greatly but wondered how far this was going to go, or more importantly how far she should go with it. It seemed like what Occult told her was coming true, but there was still a good chance it was a coincidence and she could screw things up badly by jumping the gun. It was a quarter of the way into the third movie when Lilac noticed Jasmine was looking at her through the corner of her eyes, not the movie.
Lilac gulped nervously. "W-what are you lookin' at?"
"I...you ever really think about us? I mean identical twins- we are exactly the same." Jasmine moved even closer to Lilac, looking her over as if she were undressing her in her head. "Everything under your clothes is under mine, exactly the same..." Her hand was sliding up under Lilac's shirt but she seemed to snap out of it just as her fingers touched breast. "Geese, sorry! I didn't mean to..." Her hand was recalled as if having been burned.
Lilac tried to compose herself but her face was bright red, and her breathing deeper. "You OK? You have been acting a bit weird..."
She looked a bit like a kid who got caught with their hand in the candy jar. "I...I know. I feel weird too, but I am OK, I just...I don't know." She spoke progressively quieter as the two of them stared into each others eyes.
The movie going on in the background was all but forgotten as Lilac swallowed her fears for the moment and moved agonizingly slow toward her sisters lips. Jasmine made no effort to pull back and they found themselves in a long and deep kiss.
Jasmine breathlessly spoke as soon as they broke off the kiss. "Wow...what was...nnngh, so horny today, I have no idea why...I thought I was straight but...you are, I mean..."
Lilac's face felt like it was on fire she blushed so vibrantly. "N-no actually...lesbian."
Jasmine was surprised. "Really!? Geeze, feel bad for not knowing. We are identical twins! No secret keeping!"
Lilac was a bit delirious from hormones and the suddenness of this whole situation, telling Jasmine if she wanted to know a secret and trailed off while pushing her sister onto her back. Lilac pushed her sisters shirt up enough that the curve of her breasts held it up and grasped the side of a breast in either hand, squeezing gently. She moved in, pressing her face into the plush and elastic surface of a breast before pulling out a bit to gently grasp an erect nipple into her teeth only hard enough to tug back with. She knew full well how sensitive those nipples would be from playing with her copy of them by herself. Jasmine arched her back and let out several high tone moans that were almost whimpers. Jasmine was quickly getting sweaty so she squirmed her way out of her clothes one at a time. Lilac paused only momentarily to mirror her. Lilac trailed the tip of her nose lightly down Jasmine's body, past the neatly trimmed patch of hair above her vagina to her needy clit, already peering out of its hood looking swollen. The AC kept the room a comfortable temperature itself so Lilac could easily feel the intense heat radiating from her sisters pussy.
They were the same, so Lilac could tell easily that her sisters nether lips were unusually sensitive. Her clit as well seemed to throb often and half of those throbs caused it to remain the slightly expanded size. Was this part of Occult's magic too? But what did this have to do with her request? Not much in a contemplating mindset, Lilac shrugged it off for now and pressed her lips into Jasmine's hot pussy, breathing in deep through her nose an splitting the depths with her tongue, pressing upward on the way out to drag on the needy love button. The clit was quite large now, bright red, and even slightly pointed! It looked painfully swollen but her sister did not seem eager to complain. Lilac was about to suck on the clit specifically but Jasmine pulled back and swung around and shoved Lilac back with a bare foot before sliding her own legs between hers. Using the scissor position they ground their vaginas together fervently. After a minute though, they both noticed the extra friction and looked down. The clit was even bigger now! It was like a fat, pointy thumb! Rather than worry about her changing pleasure pearl- Jasmine seemed to almost become crazed with lust. Pulling back again she put Lilac's legs together and her own apart as she resumed grinding only this time while riding her sisters hips. It only took two thrusts before the huge clit penetrated Lilac and the grind became a thrust. Lilac could feel it throb and grow with need inside her. It grew in tiny amounts but grew almost constantly. Lilac panicked a bit internally as she seen her sisters nails were longer and more narrow now, like claws! She tried to say something but could not manage enough breath. Even if she could she may not have the heart to interrupt her perfect dream moment. In an unexpected finish, they both orgasmed at the same time- which was expected- but Lilac could have sworn she felt something actually come out of the clit. Jasmine's labia also swelled up quite a bit right at the end.
They were both panting heavily as they pulled apart a bit to recover themselves but Lilac noted Jasmine was panting with her mouth open, and her tongue out a bit. "Your nails...and clit. And ears! Are your ears bigger?"
Jasmine was already aware of her clitty but looked at her hands and then felt her now pointed ears. "I...have no idea what's happening to me! I feel fine but..well, great but...nnngh and horny. Why am I still so horny?!"
Lilac suddenly felt a lot of guilt. She did not know what was happening either, but she had a good idea what the cause was- and it was her fault! Had she vomited on Occult after she passed out and angered him? She really was at a loss as to how this transformation had anything at all to do with her request, but what other explanation could there be for it?
Trying to lower her heart rate and awaken her rational mind again, Lilac spoke in as calm a tone as she could manage. "OK, well...we need to figure out what is happening with you first. Just, calm down and try to relax as much as you can. I will Google it and see if anyone else has had something like this happen to them, and we can go from there."
"N-no! Not yet, I need you!" Jasmine moved forward and hugged her sister tightly. "It feels weird, you are the only place that feels right..."
Lilac's own vagina quivered at that. Tasting those words on Jasmine's laboured breaths was Lilac's ultimate wet dream, and all resistance left her body. She could feel Jasmine's hips twitch, wanting to thrust as the hug started to lean back at a dangerous angle. When Lilac felt the mutated clit brushing her own she knew she should pull back and stop it, but could not muster the strength to even move. She was putty in the hands of her sister. This time Jasmine thrust in while laying on top of Lilac, their breasts pressed firmly together and their lips locked several times for several moments each. Lilac could feel the clit changing even more inside her, getting even bigger. This time when they finished, perfectly synced again, Lilac felt three spurts of hot liquid from the huge clit. It was no longer a clittoris, it was a penis. An odd shaped one at that, red and veiny...it had no knot yet but going by the fact Jasmine had a set of dog ears now, it was probably canine.
Lilac was quick to pull off and out from under her sister, more from shock than anything, which also gave Jasmine pause through her continued haze to evaluate her changes. Her fingers were short and thick and her palm was puffy looking, like her hands were halfway to dog paws. Her nose was slightly longer and canine in appearance, and her ears were already fully changed. She was panting open-mouthed and Lilac could see her tongue was longer and all of her teeth sharper. The changes came swiftly but now that she was watching her, the changes were completely paused.
Then it occurred to Lilac suddenly. "Sex! Sex must be a catalyst for your changes! It came in two bursts so far, and both were during sex!"
"OUR changes, you mean?"
Lilac quickly looked down at herself for the first time and seen she was afflicted with the exact same changes! Her attention was so drawn into Jasmine she completely neglected her own body! She noticed immediately now though that her crotch was different. Dark, puffy, slightly triangular- a dog vagina. When Jasmine rolled back a bit she could see her own labia fused into a tight scrotum. The ovaries already fell in place to assume the roll of testicles, though still small and not yet fully formed. Why was Jasmine turning into a male and Lilac remaining female? Lilac didn't like boys, this is getting farther and farther from anything she wanted! Not to mention the whole dog thing in the first place still had her baffled. She didn't know why it was happening, so she also did not know how to stop it. Her mind spun in fear- she could not live as a half beast and did not want to live as a full one! If they did not have sex anymore, it presumably would not get any worse, but they needed to reverse what was already done!
Jasmine was startled and Lilac was scared as the sound of Occult's voice resonated in their thoughts. "Don't tell me you are out of stamina already, pfft, and girls complain about men finishing too quickly!" His small bunny body appeared on the television screen across the room from them. "Maybe once you're done I will visit in a human form and play fetch with you two!"
Lilac spoke up as Jasmine was still trying to comprehend what was going on. "What are you doing to us!?"
"Why, exactly what we agreed on. That new set of genitals are causing your sister to evaluate you, like you have been her all these years...and as promised I have also created a situation in which you two going at it will not be taboo- not an easy feat. I caused you both to turn into dogs as you have fun, and no one will question two dogs going at it- they won't even know you're related!"
Jasmine slowly turned to Lilac with fury in her eyes, practically spitting the words out. "What WE agreed on!? YOU did this??"
Lilac blushed so hard tears came to her eyes. "Wait, it isn't what you think! Occult, this isn't what I wanted, I need to change my wish big time! There is clearly a misunderstanding..."
Occult hummed in thought a moment. "No. I am not a very nice person, so one wish really is already straining myself, emotionally. Goes against my nature, really. You entered a blood pact though...so I will tell you what- if you are still upset about your wish in another two hours, I will return and make modifications as nessisary."
Jasmine was quite angry, overriding her raging hormones and confusion of the situation. "I can save you time- we are definitely still going to be upset about this in two hours."
"Mmm, are you sure about that?"
"Huh?" Neither sister liked the sound of that, it sounded like he had another trick up his sleeve.
"Dogs are not...advanced enough mentally to comprehend magical transformations- hell, you barely are. So, what the real question is- is will you still have enough humanity left after two hours, to wish yourself out of this?" Static started to overtake the image on the screen. "See you then." And with that the screen shut off entirely.
Jasmine looked back at her sister, and did not need to say anything, the rage in her eyes said it all. Lilac shook her head as tears started to break free from her eyes. She quickly got up and dashed to the bathroom and locked herself in, crying heavily. Jasmine was going to get dressed but did not think it would be a good idea with her transformation so she remained nude, sitting on the couch trying to contemplate the situation. She cringed at the sound of her sister crying echoing off the tiles in the bathroom. She wanted to go over and comfort her but remained where she was to emphasize how angry she was at her. How did Lilac even know a magic bunny? She realized she was unintentionally sitting like a dog as well, and sighed at herself. She was still so very horny but was angry at Lilac and knew that sex was now damning. To relieve herself another way and try to clear her head she grabbed the penis with her semi paw like hands. The base of the penis was very tight and throbbed with her heartbeat, waiting to fully change and gain its knot. It was not as sensitive as it had been as a clit but it did still feel incredible. She started slow and sped up a bit as a trail of pre traced down the shaft onto her hand. She grabbed her balls with the other hand pulling the scrotum tight as she fell onto her back. As much as she tried to picture her boyfriend she kept involuntarily thrusting her hips and visualizing her sister's pussy and how it felt squeezing her with its soft folds.
She felt her balls tighten with an oncoming orgasm but rather than draw in they seemed to move farther out. Darkening and becoming covered in fur, her balls expanded to their full size. She could feel a tail grow from above her butt and her upper and lower jaw seemed to expand a bit. Jasmine threw her head back and made a half moan, half whining sound as the base of her cock bloomed into a knot and she blasted off her first big load with her now complete dog package. When she regained enough of her wits from the pleasure shocks she looked down at the still very erect member. She whined again- she did not think masterbation would also trigger the changes! Maybe it should have been obvious, but she was unable to think well in her haze of horniness, which was why she tried doing that in the first place! Her hands and feet were furry and now almost entirely paws, so she couldn't do that again anyway- intentionally or not. When she stood she realized she had shrink a bit too. Jasmine made her way to the bathroom, her ears perked to listen to the crying. She could only hear Lilac occasionally. Crying that heavily will take a lot out of a person.
Jasmine tried to knock on the door but it sounded more like an animal scratching to get out thanks to the fur and claws. "Lilac? Come on out already. Pull yourself together- at least one of us has to have their head on straight and mines in the clouds."
There was a long pause interrupted at first only by a few awkward sobs. "It is all my fault! You must hate me...I hate me."
Jasmine sighed exhaustedly, butting her head against the door. "I could never hate you. I can be extremely pissed for a long time- but eventually I am going to need you again. N-not like this, but I will always need you...even if it turns out you are secretly a weirdo with creepy fetishes and evil magic friends."
"Oh he is so NOT my friend!" There was another long pause and Jasmine could hear her move closer to the door. "H-how much time has it been since Occult left?"
Jasmine was a bit surprised- she had forgotten entirely to check, and looked over at the clock now. "Forty five minutes, apparently. Hey, uhm...did you change anymore while in there?"
"...no, I can't have sex with myself...why?"
Lilac slowly opened the door and gasped at her sister's current state. They were no longer matched- one was technically male now and an entire stage of changes ahead. Jasmine told her, shamefully that orgasms from any source trigger it- not just sex. Reassuring Jasmine they only had a bit over an hour left till it could be fixed, she decided to get them something to eat as well to help get their minds off other things. Lilac nearly grabbed a pack of hotdogs but realized that may not symbolically be the best choice of foods. She decided on nachos since thy were a bit of a messy food to begin with and Jasmine's hands were no longer able to grip things well, if at all. She did end up having to help feed her sister. Jasmine's tail wagged involuntarily and she squirmed in her seat quite a bit. The dog cock that used to be her clit never went soft, it still bobbed between her legs stiffly. The transformation progressed with every orgasm, but every transformation step reset her libido as part of the change. Lilac was horny too but that was not an alteration, that was just her being presented with a chance to romp with her sister. She did not like boys, but even in a male body her sister was still perfectly attractive to her- which actually made her question her sexuality a bit, was she really purely lesbian or had she just never given a male enough thought?
Jasmine moved in to lick Lilac. "Such a unique situation...we...won't be able to do it like this again..."
Lilac glanced past her at the clock while trying to push her back. "You wouldn't want to, remember? You...don't actually like me like that, it is just the spell!" Jasmine persisted and Lilac had to shove her back more aggressively. "Down girl!" Jasmine sat, but drew her ears back and growled a bit. "Sorry! I didn't mean it like that- it just came out."
"Hnnngh...I can't stop myself anymore! My body is on autopilot!" Lilac moved as far over on the couch as she could and sat up straight, holding Jasmine off with her arm. "Just leave the room, lock yourself in another room!"
"But...it isn't that long left till this ends..." Lilac knew Jasmine was right but her defenses against the advances were weak at best.
While Lilac knew the risks and knew she should get away, her mind kept automatically looking for excuses to stay. There wasn't that much time left, and Jasmine was a step ahead of Lilac- when she was a complete dog already Lilac would still be human enough to reverse the wish. She started to lean sideways over the arm of the couch away from her sister, but in doing so also turned her butt, exposing it enough that Jasmine's blind thrusts made their mark- in her butt this time.
Lilac let out a long moan, marveling at how much smaller her sister was than her now, and she would match the size soon. "Just enjoy the feeling right now, I will still fix this."
Jasmine plowed into her and she met the thrusts. They were both panting with their long tongues out, both lost their thoughts and lived the moment. Lilac felt as though her face was so flushed that she could feel the pressure building in her face, but she seen her nose actually become more visible. As if it was a trigger, juices exploded from her pussy around Jasmine's cock and Lilac realized she might be in trouble. She was transforming another stage now! They had different types of genitals now, their sensitivity levels were different, and Lilac was already infatuated with the situation itself. She felt as though she was sinking into the couch as she started to shrink- bringing her closer to the couch since her arms did not reach as far. Her tailbone developed into a full tail at the same time her face pushed out making it feel like her body was stretching bigger even though it was shrinking overall at the same time. That reminded her of still another problem- they were the same size again, which meant Jasmine's knot was big enough to lock them together! It was physically impossible to separate without wounding one another. If Lilac came twice before they finished it would be game over.
Lucky for her the fast and relentless thrusts Jasmine was forced to use now that her knot prevented long thrusts, send her over the edge. She stopped thrusting but had to wait a minute for the knot to shrink enough. By that time, she looked like a complete dog! A golden retriever to be exact, except not gold- dark blood red, and her, or...his tail was very large and bushy. Because the transformation renewed the libido, Jasmine had to be quick to pull his cock out, as it never became totally soft before returning to full mast. He bent down and started to lick himself but Lilac quick pulled his head away to stop him. After making a yes or no code from barks, Lilac determined the transformation had one more step even past this. Jasmine still had her mind, only her physical body finished. When Jasmine barked frantically Lilac knew to turn around, and quickly spotted Occult being held up in a magician's hat. The magician with him seemed lifeless behind his porcelain mask but Lilac did not stop to ponder details. She wished them to be back to normal, saying she only wanted to be with her sister romantically- not like this and not artificially forced.
Occult laughed heartily at that, saying he was going to try and find a loophole in her wish, but she worded it so poorly that he did not even need to! He told her that her first request was easy- they are back to normal. THIS is their normal now. He said he would take care of the second part and chuckled again. Jasmine lunged toward him but underestimated her ability at her new size and only crashed into Lilac. As they squirmed around, Lilac felt a sudden and powerful burst of pressure and heat as her transformation advanced on its own. Jasmine felt as though her sister vanished and he had fallen through where she had been, but was overcome by a powerful and weird sensation. Things were moving around and inside their bodies all at once and Occult vanished again to let them sort it out on their own.
The first thing they noticed as the changes slowed to a stop is that they were telepathic- one could hear the conscious thoughts of the other. They both let out a loud mournful howl as they looked down at the monstrosity they had become. Two had become one- Lilac was indeed closer to her sister...as they now had only one body between the two of them. Their heads and ears now resembled egyptian jackals in shape and thankfully each sister still had one of their own, with two black bands across the middle of their long ears. There was black bands around their limbs above their paws as well and black marks around their eyes, making their eyes seem very large and almond shaped even though they were not. They had two tails and both were gigantic and so bushy they matched their torso in width at the middle. They sort of resembled fox tails, and that comparison was complemented with the pale pink tips on the tails, which to the dark red of the rest of them almost seemed white. They had both a vagina and penis, with the very front part of the labia trailing into the scrotum and the cock taking the place of a clit, and even proportionately the cock was twice the size it had been. Their body was twice as big too, but it used to be two bodies so that only made sense. They had a huge poof of fur on their chest to look past to see they had four front legs, but only two could be used at once while the others rest. Lilac controlled one set and Jasmine the other, but figuring out the rest was a painful struggle. They both had control over the rest of the body, but if both of them tried to move it at once the muscles just got confused and cramped painfully rather than do what either of them wanted.
Jasmine's own frustration was quietened as she could feel the seething rage her sister filled with. Lilac rushed to her room and jumped half onto the too-small-to-support her surface of her dresser, knocking it to the floor. She used her nose to flip the mirror on the floor, which was still intact thanks to the shag carpet. Placing a paw into its surface she hurriedly jumped through. Their body felt quite strong, and they could jump a good distance pretty easily. Jasmine was horribly confused, and Lilac could also feel her fear, forcing her to pause her rampage to explain. Occult had sounded pleased when he mentioned the pact Lilac made with him, so she returned to this realm to break it. If she wiped it off the tree Occult may be upset enough to return to fix it, and they would attack him! They were quickly met with a small Chihuahua however, tail wagging and letting out a few enthused barks. Around it's neck was a name tag 'Garm'.
Jasmine backed up a bit when Garm advanced trying to get behind them to smell. "Don't tell me this is Occult's guard dog. He is trying to sniff our butt...if he realized how big our package was I don't think it would stick around. Our shaft alone is bigger than this twerp..."
Lilac laughed. "Maybe he wants to show us the best place to bury bones, if you know what I m-"
"I know what you mean. Weird we are so much animal, and so horny, but...we don't feel any attraction to this thing."
"Yea...that is odd. Occult is a magical entity in the form of a bunny, maybe this guy isn't really a dog."
They turned as Garm circled them to always be facing him to make sure he didn't do anything funny. They started to back up toward the briar-bound tree, but Garm quickly changed course and ran around them to get between them and the tree. They stepped from one side to the other trying to dash past him but he was fast. It growled at them baring its fangs, but they considered just stepping over him- how much harm could he possibly manage to do? He stopped his snarling abruptly and started to gag and hack wetly like a cat with a hairball.
Jasmine lowered her ears in sympathy. "Now I just feel sorry for him..."
The sisters jumped back in shock when Garm vomited its organs and mucus onto the ground. It did not stop however- a mass of writhing organs and cords larger than its entire body started to pile up in front of Garm. Fangs, claws, and bones started to surface from within as it all started to coil around one another- tightening and taking shape. The result was a fleshless monstrosity of a hellhound, dwarfing even the Lavendelle sisters in size. Garm wore its former body's empty husk on its head like a macabre hat. Its growl was so deep and loud it was like a continuous thunder boom- they could feel the reverberance in their own chest! To make matters worse Garm arched upward and nine cords of what looked like muscle tissue shot out from its crotch and coiled into a gigantic dog cock, the veins were glowing with a flowing red and orange liquid, looking to be magma. When a drop of eager pre dripped slowly to the ground it made a loud hiss from the difference of temperature.
Jasmine quickly spun on their rear paws and bolted, not wanting to see Garm's next move. "Time to get the fuck out!!"
As they ran, Lilac nervously chuckled. "That is one HOT dog."
"Oh my god we don't have time for puns!!"
"Speak for yourself- you're the one controlling the body right now, I am just stuck along for the ride."
The sisters jumped over several flower patches on the way back to the mirror, gaining distance as Garm was slightly slower at gaining speed and slowing down for jumps. Because of the placement of the mirror in the real world they had to jump straight up and try to hook their paws around the edge- remembering they couldn't grab anymore with these limbs. They started to slip, unable to get a good enough footing to pull up! Lilac tried a last moment idea- rotating her arms down and switching which were socketed, which put them an inch higher, then told Jasmine to do the same. After a quick two switches they had enough of their torso on the edge to heave them self up. Lilac flipped the mirror over with her nose and Jasmine stomped on its back- breaking it against the carpet. They had cut it so close they could feel the heat of Garm's cock through the mirror. Lilac let out a long, pained whine. She would be crying in defeat if this body was capable of actually crying. Jasmine took them to the front doors saying she had one final idea- a long shot but currently the only option left.
They were not able to make it very far out in broad daylight before people were stopping to point their cameras at the freak of nature. Lilac panicked wanting to run off the sidewalk and hide in an alley- causing their muscles to conflict and they buckled momentarily in pain. It was a weird sensation being both in and around one another's body. When the other was in charge it was like their body was on autopilot, but because of the mental link that allowed them to still talk exclusively to each other they still had a concept of what the other was doing. Jasmine quickly shouted at her sister to stop, growling a bit with their physical body unintentionally. She told her to calm down, reminding her that although they were naked in public- this wasn't their body. Absolutely no one would recognise them like this, so modesty was unessisary, and panicking was slowing them down. Only a half block further though, Jasmine broke into a full run, explaining that she was pretty sure the last person to whip out a phone at their appearance was probably calling Animal Services on them. They had to detour through several back lanes to make sure they were not followed and Jasmine finally arrived in the right back yard! Unfortunately she did not see the person she intended to.
Aden and Chleo both stood up quickly as the beast jumped onto their lawn, but it was Aden that spoke up to it. "Woah! Stay back, back!" He took two cautious steps toward it, waving his arms at it in a shooing motion.
Chleo stepped forward, grabbing his arm gently to calm him. "Wait, look at this thing." The sisters whimpered and laid down.
It was only then Aden took more than the fact it was large and a beast into account. "A freak of nature...it has two heads!"
"Or a freak of magic. I know of at least one person able to create things like this!"
Aden looked at the Lavendelle beast now with a bit of curiosity. "...Occult."
Having been reduced to an amalgamation beast herself, Chleo gave more of a pause at the creature. She asked it if it was Occult and Jasmine responded with a quiet, annoyed growl. Their ears perked up and their tails wagged involuntarily when Ken exited the back of the house to see them. Ken was Jasmine's boyfriend, and the son of Aden and Chleo. After many yes or no questions and gestures, the sisters were finally able to get their point across. Having both Chleo and Ken experienced in very similar situations made things considerably easier. Ken told them he knew someone that may be able to help, and lead the sisters on a long walk out of the city and into the rolling green hills. Chleo and Aden insisted on coming as well, against the sisters and Ken's wishes. Ken brought them to some ancient ruins he used to visit not all that long ago. They had to crawl through dark holes and long collapsed halls to a hidden courtyard.
Ken stood confidently in the very tall grass on the other side. "Arcane! I need your help- bad." He became a bit nervous at the long pause, was she not able to manifest yet?
The resplendent butterfly materialized before them all though in only a few moments. Her voice resonated through all their thoughts, and she quickly understood the situation. Because she spoke mentally, she could hear the thoughts of the sisters who were only able to bark at the others. Arcane was also instantly able to recognise Occult's handiwork, apparently knowing him somehow.
"Arcane will release his spell no troubles- is not a strong spell. Bad Occult made it perpetuate through sisters feels. So spell is weak, victims ironically all that is holding it up."
A bright flash went off and the nude sisters pulled apart in the middle of a halo of colored mist that exploded off of them. But suddenly everyone, including Arcane felt queasy. The sky turned black and the shadows around them intensified and spread, consuming the area into a black void around them.
Arcane looked around worriedly. "D-did...you sign a blood contract!?"
Lilac looked at her sheepishly as torches illuminated a totally different area around them. "Yes? Is that a problem?"
"...he countered my banishment spell on us all."
They all looked up the gigantic polished wood stairs of the now perfectly intact castle. A freakishly flawless looking handsome man with heavily hanging black hair and gold eyes got their attention, with the tapping of his cane against the steps as he descended toward them. He was very well dressed with ruffled white undershirt and black suit, capped with a top hat.
He smiled down at them all and opened his arms to welcome them. "Welcome, to my parlor!" His smile became a vile grin. "...said the spider to the fly." His voice was now physical, but unmistakably Occult. "You are in my world now, ahaha!" He banged the end of his cane on the wood stairs, causing everyone to jump at the loud echo. "So let the games begin."
...to be continued. |
(TF Dragon, Giant Growth)
Luan was an Elf from the kingdom of Bersh'veri, bordered by mountains on two sides, a vast lake on another and by the Rex Forest on another- known for its colossal trees. The forest was a kingdom of its own of sorts, though no castles or roads existed within. Rex was home to a large dragon clan, lead by the sage dragon Tilabil. It is because the two kingdoms sat side by side that the elves naturally had to maintain good relations with the dragons. While elves outlived humans by quite a bit, dragons still outlived the elves. Luan had just recently gone to Rex on a mission to request seeds from the dragons to harvest, and the old sage agreed to send his kin deep into the woods to recover some from ancient fruits- extinct in the outside world if not for this forest. Luan was not alone on that mission of course, his rank was not so high. He worked in the Bersh'veri castle as an advisor.
What Luan had not expected however was the sight of Ghergoilt, one of the dragons that was tending Tilabil at the time. He was so majestic, so pristine! His scales shon like sapphires with a blue as deep as the seas, his eyes were like emeralds and his teeth like pearls. Ghergoilt was a fairly large dragon, almost as bit as Tilabil himself, who was gigantic in his youth- a bit more shrunken and hunched over now, but still very large.
Ghergoilt was surprised when he heard footsteps and looked down to make sure he didn't step on a woodland creature, only to see Luan by himself once again in the forest. "What brings your hastened return, small elf?!" He puffed out his chest, ribbed with thick hardened leather-like skin, his head held high on his lofty neck.
"I have actually come t... to... uhm, your horns are, uh..." Luan kept motioning up.
Ghergoilt went to look up and snapped a branch off, smacking himself in the face with it. His huge horns caught some vines dangling from a tree and he couldn't shake it off. "Xsio! Pothoc, lpuul. Sart..." He finally pulled it all off, throwing it to the ground aggravated at being made a fool of by a plant.
"O... k. Well that was way more draconic curse words than I am able to translate."
Luan had followed Ghergoilt's music to find him again in the woods. Unique to him, Ghergoilt had four horns, two huge ones arching back off the top of his head and two that jut straight out from the top of his neck- the ones in his neck are hollow. When he lifts his head back the horns rub together and create a sound halfway between a violin and a flute. Magestic, powerful, and musical! Luan had returned because he was instantly infatuated with the dragon. So many times the lovers he found were not large enough to satisfy him, or the difference in intellect made proper conversation impossible. Ghergoilt was taken completely by surprise when Luan asked if he would accept him as a lover! Dragons treated mating differently than the humanoid races- treating reproductive sex and sex for pleasure as two seperate entities, so as a lover the gender mattered little. But now Luan found himself on the wrong end of the deal he was usually faced with. HE was too small for Ghergoilt. Flattered at the offer, Ghergoilt was a bit sad he had to turn the elf down so immediately. But he was just too small and weak. Ghergoilt would be in constant fear of crushing him to death with the slightest of movements. Luan returned to his kingdom, sad he could not be with such a glorious lover, but still glad he had the courage to have asked in the first place. Little did he know that Ghergoilt had not given up so quickly. He went to see the Sage who scanned through the memories of the Sage who came before him to find a spell for this situation. Each Sage you see is chosen by the last, and given all of the memories and knowledge the previous Sage had, at the cost of the previous Sage's life. So Tilabil had the memories and knowledge of many thousands of years in his head- several dragonic generations worth. The old dragon smiled and nodded to Ghergoilt- there was a spell for this.
Luan changed from his normal clothes back into the white trim, pale yellow robe of a castle advisor. Under that he just wore simple cloth pants and a white silk shirt. His footwear was socks with a thick leather sole in them- the acedemic types of the castle preferred them over actual shoes for they created very little sound on the marble floors. You could also slide on the floor because they had little friction. Luan was distracted now though, still thinking about dragons. He had an insistant erection as well- he thought it was because he could not get his mind off dragons but that was only partly why. His underwear started to feel tight as he shuffled around his study, and when he reached down to adjust them he winced in a bit of pain. His balls were actually bigger! They were also more sensative than they would normally be. He decided to scoot to the bathroom to examine this. When he pulled it out, sure enough, his balls were much larger than they were supposed to be. The scrotum was stretched smooth, which explained the sensativity- they generally had room to roll around and avoid direct impacts. There was already a bead of pre sitting at the peak of his erection so Luan decided to work that off and hopefully his nuts will shrink down. As he sat on the edge of the toilet he imagined what Ghergoilt's titanic erection must look like... what it would feel like. Just resting on Luan the weight of the phallus alone would pin him under the hot smooth flesh! Luan was so enraptured by his imagining that he did not notice his balls growing still larger, but the scrotum starting to catch up now, and discolor slightly. Excess flesh started to pool at the base of his shaft and his actual penis grew slightly in length, though not too much. He did snap back to reality when his orgasm hit though, and quickly turned to fire into the toilet, surprising himself by the sheer ammount- four thick ropes of cum.
Panting now from his release, he continued to stare at his penis as its transformation started to sink in. His dick did not got soft at all, it was still pulsing. There was another pleasure pulsing inside of him with a slight outward pressure. It felt like another orgasm coming somehow. He did not let go of his cock but he also was not doing anything to it, and the pleasure was just building on its own! There was a slight pulse from within and he realised as a second orgasm hit- it was his prostate, his prostate was growing! He had to brace himself on the back of the toilet as he fired another five ropes of thick cum!
Luan bristled at the tingling sensation of his muscles squirming in his back, and his tailbone extended. Confused, he tried to examine the growing tail but his junk was still distracting him! His prostate felt like it was still getting bigger, and so were his balls! His now huge balls kept drawing up, holding against his body and swelling out a bit bigger, then dropping heavily back into the scrotum. His cock switched back from cum to pre and just never stopped drooling in the first place, and looked a bit longer again. Luan narrowed his eyes, trying to identify as much of the situation as he could through the pleasurable distractions. It felt like he was getting an erection even though he already had one. He realized that was how his dick was growing! After he came it remained the same size as it was when fully erect, then he gets another erection causing it to extend farther. He actually was getting softer between orgasms, but the size remained the same as when it was fully hard making it hard to notice the difference, since it did not remain softer for long. His scrotum was looking yellowish in color, not too much but still a bit off from the rest of his skin tone. The flesh pooling at the base formed fat folds at the base of his penis and was very soft and very stretchy. It almost looked like... a psudo sheath. Luan wheezed, taken by surprise by a surge of pleasure as his prostate ballooned to inhuman sizes, crushed by its too small surroundings. Luan went from starting to build up to another orgasm to immediately already blasting cum in a fraction of a second. This time it lasted even longer! He was not even able to keep track of how many blasts this time, and it lasted nearly fifteen seconds of hard blasts! The percentage of cum to water in the toilet made him worried it wouldn't even flush properly.
His penis once again did not change size, but did get and stay soft this time. His prostate was done growing apparently, so his penis was able to rest. His testicles were the size of ostrich eggs! He remembered the growing tail and turned the best he could to look at it. It was quite thick now, and long enough to reach the back of his knees. It still did not have any hair on it, he could not yet identify what he was turning into, or why. The focus of his research immediately changed to types of polymorphs, trying to identify what he has been stricken with and undo it, before his peers emberassingly find out. Under his loose robes nothing could be seen, though he had to keep his legs farther apart than normal, his balls draped in the front and tail in the back. Every so often he would flinch as the muscles in his lower back squirmed longer and his tail bulked up larger. He flipped through books for hours trying to figure out what had happened. Most of the spells he found that could do something like this required him to stand in a ritual area, which he had not. He felt his erection returning as he grabbed a book on draconic magics, but as he went to turn the pages of this book he was startled by the sound of paper being punctured! He looked at his hands and realised he now had claws! He speared the corner of the page when he went to turn it!
Since he had already been snapped from his concentration he glanced out the windows of his study at the sundial and realized it was already time for a meeting! He looked at his tail peeking out on the floor from under his robes a bit. The coloration looked a bit yellowed as well like his scrotum now- a sandy sort of color. Maybe they wouldn't notice? Most members of the advisory meeting had their heads too far up their own asses to see much anyway. Luan went to the meeting quickly and sat on an angle so his tail didn't get pushed farther out from his torso to be noticable. Once everyone else was seated he sat down properly and let his tail bulge show since it was behind everyone's backs. He still had an erection since looking at the draconic texts that just refused to go away, but he was less concerned about that at the moment. As the meeting kept going, Luan kept having to readjust his tail as it continued to slowly grow in small bouts. The base was extremely thick now and the skin was thickening on it as well. If it started to creep across the floor someone would see it out of the corner of their eyes, so he tucked it into the legs of his seat, which was essentially a fancy stool. When it came to him to tell them what his next research project was he said 'draconic relations' instead of what he had been planning, because that is all he currently had on his mind. He managed to convince them it was a reasonable persuit easily enough, but the elf beside him raised a hand.
"Uhm, not entirely related to your project, but... why do you have a gigantic tail?"
Everyone on that side of the round table turned to look and everyone on the other side stood up to see.
Luan blushed. "W-oh that. It is an empathetic expirement. I, uhm, gave myself a tail to know what it feels like. So I can relate better to the dragonkin."
Most of the people beleived him, but still paused to look again as his tail got a little bit bigger again while they were looking.
"Do... you not actually have control of that tail?"
"W-what?! Of course I do, who do you think I am. The audacity! I never!"
Luan stood up to leave and realized he took the stool with him. His tail was gigantic, and girthy as fuck. It swelled so large that it was stuck between the legs of the stool! He did not want to look at it at risk of the others seeing, but it had grown a LOT.
"Uhm... little help?"
Another elf stood to help yank the stool off his tail and Luan quickly exited the meeting back to his study as fast as he could. That was a mess! And his balls have gotten bigger now too. He did not notice as much because he was so nervously trying to keep up a straight face in the meeting but now that he was stood up and walking he certainly noticed- his balls were so large they took up the entirety of his underwear. It felt like his nuts had a firm fitting bra on, his dick would be completely uncovered. He felt more changes starting to fire up in his legs and arms, concentrating toward his feet in his legs. He tried to hurry up but his balance kept tipping forward, causing him to go even faster than he meant to just to recover his balance, but then it tipped even farther forward, till he rammed himself face first into the door to his study! He thought it was odd that two parts of his head hit harder than the rest, and sure enough as he pushed himself off the wood door with his arms there was two dents- rammed into the door from two short stubby horns that now adorned his forehead. The muscle and structure of his feet seemed to shift aggressively and his legs made loud but dull popping sounds as the bones shifted. His heels had been lifted up forcefully, and now his weight was on the front of his feet alone- he has become digitigrade! But the muscles in his legs were bulking up tremendously, and remained mostly humanoid in structure, so he could still stand and walk fine on two legs... once he got used to the new center of balance anyway. Taking a queue from dragons, he leaned his weight farther back and his tail acted as a counter balance- it was more than hefty enough to basically act as a third leg. It also wasn't stopping. It isn't growing quickly, but it also never completely stops.
Luan snapped out of his self examination when he remembered he still could be seen by anyone, and quickly opened the door to dash in. His head was knocked back as he entered, scraping the doorframe. That immediately brought up two questions. He actually reached up with his clawed hands to feel the horns and sure enough there was not just two. There was six growing all around his head slowly. Secondly- the doorway was made to accomodate literal giants, they were ten feet tall! The new leg structure accounted for a good bit, but not all of it, his entire body must be growing too. It was a good thing his robes were loose and his clothing was flexible, because he still fit for now. Well, except for his underpants. He went to the ladder on his bookshelves and sat on the third rung to quickly pull his pants and underwear down. By now the underwear only contained the bottom half of his balls- it was all they could fit. They were huge, and the skin at the base of his penis was now also giant, forming a tunnel of dense flesh bigger than his entire dick was... at least, bigger than it was the last time he seen the full thing. He thought he had an erection but now second guessed it was probably his sheath he was feeling, not actually his dick. His socks were stretched badly and only contained part of his feet now which continued to deform and grow. The muscle structure in his legs now was incredibly beefy. He flexed them and stretched his legs now that he didn't have his weight on them and surprised himself when huge claws tore out of the ends of the socks! Like his tail, the flesh on his legs was becoming thick and discoloring to a sandy tone. Thick skin, horns, claws, tail... was he turning into a dragon?! HOW? There was no polymorph spell for that- he didn't even need to check the books to know that. You can only be polymorphed into a form of equal mass- he was increasing in mass steadily! Luan groaned as he felt the muscles in his arms start to grow, flexing on their own. They tightened, grew and then relaxed, and repeated from there. His robes became very tight at the shoulders.
Luan grabbed up the dragonic magic book and tried to flip through the pages but his hands were much bigger now and clawed, making it difficult to manipulate. He grit his teeth at the sensation as the muscles in his upper back bulged huge, causing his robe to tear at the back. A moment later the ladder groaned and he fell through the rung! Muscle is more dense and thus heavier than fat even, and he was increasing in mass rapidly, the ladder wasn't meant to hold up someone like him. Looking down at his giant thrashing tail and increasingly muscular digitigrade legs he felt the familiar gentle pressure of an impending erection. He was turning himself on! It was emberassing enough if someone caught him succumbing to some unknown spell, it would be even worse if his dick was out ontop of that. He was already ready to grab it as it slid out of the fat bulky sheath. The human glans were almost entirely gone. The shaft was so much thicker but the glans had not grown at all, making it tiny in comparison to the shaft it tipped- giving it a tapered point. Behind the ridge of the glan's corona though, there was yet another ride, and another ridge, and then another ridge. Yup, now he was sure he was turning into a dragon. The sides of a terrestrial dragon's phallus have muscle ribbing that reflexively tightens and expands when drawing back inside of a vaginal passage- causing them to grip the sides and prevent it from being pulled out. To further that, they also have a huge knot at the base similar to a canine, but like a canine- it did not appear till they were rapidly approaching orgasm, so Luan was not sure he even had that part yet. The cock bulged the most toward the last third before tapering off completely, and was a deep pink on most of the shaft, except the parts where the blood engorged the most. The ridges, the very tip and eventually the knot would have a purpled color from concentrated blood below the surface.
Luan went to stand up and make his way to his desk chair to see if it could handle him but had a hell of a time getting up at all. His body was much larger, a different shape, and also currently still changing constantly, so his balance was in a constant flux. His robes tore even more as he flexed his muscles trying to get up, then a shoulder burst open. He felt a sudden rush of blood to his head, and a strange urge come over him. Instead of stand he rolled forward onto all fours and let out a loud growl, feeling it rumble in his chest. His arms bulked up obscenely huge, absolutely exploding out of his robes, leaving the tattered remains hugging his lower chest- everything above that was shredded. His arms were way too huge! He could not even move them properly, it felt like he was dragging dead weight. Then his mind started to awaken to the fact that there was more muscle there to control than he was. It felt like dead weight because he was only using half the muscles in his arms... they had two sets of muscle? He dug his huge claws into the carpet and pulled backward as hard as he could with the second pair of muscles, and he could see them move seperately below his skin. As the two pulled apart, the overly tight skin on the surface started to suck in, into the gap between the two sets. The valley continued to deepen till suddenly it went all the way through, and his overly huge arms ripped down the middle! He sat up on his knees and looked himself over again, realising he now had four muscular arms instead of just two obscenely muscular arms. He heard clicks and a sharp prick in his wrist for a moment before more bone started to grow from him and extend from his upper arms. Wings. Dragons have wings, which are another set of limbs. He growled again, but this time it was deeper with more reverberance. His body was trying to roar, but it couldn't quite get there yet. His chest however did let out a rapid-fire series of cracks as his ribs grew, expanding his chest gigantically. He drew in a deep breath that seemed to go on forever as his lungs surged in size, and the hammering in his chest grew louder as his heart became huge. Due to their long bodies and six limbs, dragon hearts are especially gigantic even for the size of the creature in order to pump the blood that far down their body and back.
Luan was worried about his claws when he grabbed for his emerging cock, but it was very big, it filled his hands enough that the claws touched the shaft but the tips were not able to curve in to be an issue. His hands were also deforming as they grew, making it still harder to accidentally prick himself. The skin on his lower hands was bulking up tremendously at the top of his palm- the very base of his fingers. They become essentially pads like on a pawed animal, with plush but very thick skin with limited pain receptors so that the dragon can put half his weight onto them without hurting the palms of his hands- the middle of the palm cannot touch the ground because of the pads. His cock felt so good when he pistoned his hands back up the shaft, feeling the ridges inflate in responce to the touch and dragon on his hands. Smooth on the way down, ribbed on the way up. He could feel the base slowly tugging as well, trying to grow even bigger and longer still, like someone was grabbing his dick and trying to pull more out of him. His scrotum was now made of flexible but thick and leather like skin- not unlike crocodile flesh. As warm and flexible as dragon flesh was, it also did a good job at resisting blades. The fact their balls swung out in the open was also the strongest argument about dragons not actually being reptiles- they have hot blood. Their testicles cannot be internal or they would overheat when in use.
Luan was on his knees, holding his slowly growing cock in one hand and cupping his huge balls in the other. He no longer had to imagine dragons to get himself fired up- he was turning into one. His own body turned him on now, just looking down got him riled up. His tail was unintentionally clearing off the bottom bookshelf as he pistoned his throbbing cock. He came explosively, firing long and thick ropes of cum at an almost comical distance, leaving white stripes across the carpet of nearly the entire study. His head was starting to get heavy, his horns were getting much longer. He wobbled in place and then flopped back to all fours as his cock softened again and returned to its bulky sheath. He could tell as it went back in... it softened but did not get any smaller, which meant it was even bigger now when it became erect again. He had a wave of dizziness as his entire body felt pressure and grew. On all fours he was already much taller than his desk. The seat of his chair barely filled the palm of his hand. The items of his study were starting to look like toy props in comparison.
Luan's heart skipped a beat as he remembered how he nicked the top of the doorframe coming in! He had to get the hell out of his study- out of the castle! He might not even be able to already- the door might be too small! Luan went to stand up but his spine suddenly felt like rubber, causing him to stumble back to all fours. He involuntarily let out a long rumbling growl as his spine rippled and new vertibrae popped into the gaps created as it flexed. His torso got longer, his tail continued to get long, and now his neck even gained some length and girth, deepening his voice. Luan once again tried to stand, but this time it was the roof that stopped him. He had to hunch over to fit in the room! He glanced around the room, not looking for anything specifically, just trying to get his thoughts in order. How was he going to get out of here without anyone finding him?
He heard a shrill squeak and looked to the doorway to see a handmaiden drop her duster in shock. "Advisor Luan, what happened to you?!"
He placed one hand on the floor, using his arm to cover her view of his sheath and balls... or as much as he could cover anyway. What had been his clothes was ust a pile of rags on the floor now.
"I don't entirely know, but... can you get me out of the castle? Preferably with as few people seeing as possible? Someone is playing one hell of a prank on me. And frankly, I am a bit impressed."
A bit afraid of the monsterously huge Luan, and also afraid of the horrendous mess he would make if she did not help him, the handmaiden did her best. He had to turn his body sideways to even get part of it through the door, but got stuck at the shoulders. Luan suggested he just exhail and then shove forward he should be able to inch forward. The handmaiden backed up a bit, and rightly so. The first shove forward demolished the doorway and collapsed part of the stone wall out into the hallway. Although, he did now fit. The handmaiden tossed a curtain over him so he could try to cover as much of himself as possible... which was not much. Due to him being too tall for the roof, Luan had to walk on all fours which was a bit emberassing as well. His body looked quite impressive as far as he was concerned though, so he was oddly at ease with his nudity. He felt his back get a bit longer, and his neck continued a slow growth as well. Now he could look behind himself completely. He did not need to turn his head, he turned his neck now. His nose was much more visible to himself as well, which meant his face was starting to stretch out, just a bit. The two of them had to stop when they encountered a group of other handmaidens ahead. Because the others in the advisory council were still at the meeting, the handmaidens were in the halls and studies cleaning in their absence. She told Luan to hide in a storage closet and she would go ahead and make something up to clear the others of their path.
It was a good thing this was a royal palace and storage closets all came in huge size. Even then, he barely fit and had to arch over at an uncomfortable angle. Luan absentmindedly licked his teeth, noticing his tongue was longer and his teeth all sharper. Though he still had no idea what was happening really, he was oddly ok with it. He loved dragons so he certainly wasn't against becoming one. He grinned at his fleshy sheath and huge round nuts again, since he was arched so far over he was basically face to face with it. He spaced out a bit as he felt the pressure of another incoming erection building, and then snapped out of it as he heard the pops and cracks of shifting bone from two different places on his body! His upper arms shifted further back on his torso now, rolling out of the shared joint socket as the shoulder blade thickened and split into two. The outer shoulder blade slid up farther and the upper arms socketed there as their new home. The bones from his wrist continued to grow out and thicken, like giant additional fingers. As they spread out, the skin followed like it was made of liquid. When they touched the flesh attached, and stretched between, becoming the membrane of his quickly forming wings. The hands on these forming wings were similar to on his arms, but less bulky, less muscular, and did not have the puffy pads. The structure up to where the wing portion formed remained almost exactly the same, which means he was keeping those hands, and could use the wings as arms still. While his skin turned sandy colored on most of him, the membrane of his wings was a deep royal purple, and also very smooth. The limbs were geting a bit longer though, not just the extended parts. The membrane was getting very long even compared to the wings, bunching up in the confined space and cascading down at either side.
The door creaked as his tail was pushed against it, barely contained in the storage room. He growled and hummed deeply in pleasure, flinching with each sudden shift as his hip bones reformed. A triangular bone plate started to extend from the front! Dragons have pelvic wings- when in flight dragons tuck their legs into the pocket on either side of it to become more aerodynamic. The balls hang at the base, and a long groove runs on the outer edge of the bone wing that the penis travels inside of. That meant the sheath and thus the phallus itself did not start till the very end of the wing- at the downward point. Luan felt his cock getting stretched tremendously, but could not see it outwardly, it was all internal, all just the very base of it. Because of the angle he was sitting at, this put his own sheath closer and closer to his face. He could smell his own musk. His cock started to peak, rushing ahead in growth aided by his increasing arousal at his own form. His hips popped and got a bit wider, which finally gave his prostate more room, which then also grew in one final surge, causing a very powerful spike in pleasure. His dick immediately went to full erection just as his sheath was now pressed practically to his face. His dick practically grew into his own mouth and almost immediately exploded down his throat as his hips finished transforming. Luan had to swallow quickly- there was a lot again, and coated his entire long throat as it went down. His eyes wide in wonder as the sheath swelled up more and more and he knew his dick had gotten its last changes too. Stretching the sheath farther than it was willing to go it started to get pushed forward, stretching his penis to its maximum rigidity. The giant knot was massive even compared to the flesh pillar it was attached to. Without even thinking he thrust into his own face, the movement caused his tail to rip the door off the hinges and flopped out into the hall, and the knot popped into his mouth! It was so big it became trapped in his mouth, his jaw couldn't open any wider to let it back out- he tied with his own face! The pleasure was beyond what Luan had experienced before as a mere elf.
As he finished though, he realised the problem he created. He no longer completely fit in the room, and also the knot takes its time deflating... so his face was stuck to his crotch for at least a minute or two. He squirmed around, trying to get onto his hands and feet to see if there was an angle he could pop it back out of, but his dick was already dangerously stretched, he was afraid it would pop off instead of popping out. Then Luan had an idea! His face had only started to stretch out! If it became a proper draconic face, his jaw would be much bigger and he should be able to slip the knot out easily! He did not know the spell that was being used, but he did know how to use magic in general, so he concentrated trying to draw mana in. The spell was taking its time because it was being projected from a distance, if he drew in mana to himself though the spell would speed up. He concentrated. Luan was so deep in concentration on the flow of mana in the air that he did not notice his entire body was getting bigger again... which, is not helping the situation. His feet pushed up against the walls and his wings squashed against the other. His body weight crushed the crates he had been propped up on and the equipment stood against them. The wall cracked and stone chips and dust started to spurt out on the other side into the hall. In one go, the entire wall exploded out, joining the door in the middle of the hall and Luan spilled out after. The handmaiden who had been trying to help him now feigned ignorance as the others obviously turned around to look and seen everything anyway.
He smiled breifly, feeling his face stretching out, an extra layer of hardened skin coming down over his actual lips as a psudo beak. He realized his problem though and quickly scrambled onto his hands and feet, trying to unfurl his body as best as he could in limited space. His wings were cramped and needed to stretch, they were almost fully formed now, but there was no room. He tried to scramble down the hall and make a mad dash for it, and the women scattered in fear. Before he even got as far as they had been though the sides of his torso were scraping either wall- his body alone was as big as the hall, and still growing! He scraped the stone floor with his claws dragging himself forward, but the rocks in the wall shifted a bit with him, making the structure unstable. Finally he grew too big and couldn't even force himself forward. Then the walls of the rooms on either side burst in from his growing form. Well... fuck the building then. Elven structures were clearly too weak for his awesome form. They could not contain his mighty new body! He just closed his eyes and smiled as he continued to grow, speeding up now as he drew in more power- knowing the only way out of the castle now was to explode out of it.
His limbs collapsed the floor. Furnature was slammed against walls and burst into splinters against his form. His skin started to bubble up and harden as keratin seeped out of him and hardened into shiny new golden scales. His underbelly remained the thick leathery sandy tone. His back and wings burst into the floor above and then his wings stretched out, smashing through the roof of the castle to touch the sky. They were understandably gigantic to be able to lift his huge body into the air, and the velvet purple membrane was long even for the wings- so when tucked back it draped like a cape. The ring of horns on his head shifted around and had slight crooks in them so they were not perfectly straight, but they had a golden coloration as well now, and looked like a crown on his elongating head. His face became long and narrow- his brow steep and a groove ran from his eyes to his nostrils so he had an unobstructed view forward. His neck got even longer- he could probably tie it in a knot at this point. The scales on the back of his neck grew much larger and longer, draping off either side making it almost look like he was wearing a mantle. The rush of power once again seen his huge cock return to the open air, but his eyes were closed reveling in the sensation and no longer cared who seen what. No one would recognise him now anyway, they wouldn't even be able to tell he was an elf at some point.
The giant dragon crashed out from the front of the castle, stumbling a bit to get his footing before he accidentally flattened people and their homes. The castle was at the back of the city, and he fell out the front, so he was now between them. He lifted his tail, but failed to notice his huge cock was smashing into people and tossing them around as he turned to look around for a way he could get out with minimal damage. It winded the people it smashed into and flung them away, but to Luan they were pleasurable little prods. His shaft pulsed, and dripped a bit of pre from the stimulation. He tried to navigate the streets, since they were able to be emptied the fastest but they were a bit narrow for his hands... which seemed to still be growing. He weighed so much that just resting his hands on the street was enough to shatter the cobblestone. His cock was low to the ground when he was on all fours as well, so when he tried to move forward his dick rammed into buildings, ripping right through the wall like a battering ram. Luan was a little ashamed that it still felt good, even though he was smashing peoples homes by accident. His hands were getting wider than the roads!
Luan concentrated again, trying to redirect the flow of magic to prevent himself from getting any bigger, but the mana was already in him. He ended up shoving it down as a last resort into his balls, which started to surge in size, wobbling around in his thick scrotum, rolling over and popping shop stands and abandoned carriages from their weight. He could feel his sheath tightening as his knot engorged inside, turning purple from all the draconic blood drawing into it. Luan tried to get his mind off it, but it was even harder now that he cancled his continued growth by making his nuts huge. And huge by his standards- never mind compared to the people fleeing in terror from the testicles the size of their entire homes. He tried to back up so his dick did not rub against any of the structures at least, but stumbled a bit on the ruined wall of the castle just behind him, falling on his ass- unintentionally driving a pillar on the ground floor of the castle straight up his butt and ramming his prostate! His massive bulbous knot popped out immediately and he closed his eyes and roared, his booming voice rolling like a thunder clap. All the ridges on his shaft turned purpled as well and engorged as his cock blasted long streamers of cum into the air, making them look so light... untill they hit the ground with a tremendous boom from the sheer volume of liquid each contained. People were slammed to the sides of the road, forced to hold their breath as the hot dulge of hot stucky goo rushed past and cleaned everything from the road, people and vehicles included. Then just when they thought it was over, a second one hit. That was only the first shot. Luan tried to aim away in his pleasurable haze, but the castle was behind him and the city in every other direction- there was no where he could point that thing and not blast someone. He ended up painting a fourth of the entire city in white! The elves were so tiny compared to him that even when screaming he could not tell what they were saying- their voices were just too small.
Luan tried to catch his breath and stay as still as possible to not create even more chaos. This was a home for elves, not dragons. This was a place for his old body, not this one. This body was far too glorious for the likes of this place. As soon as the knot returned to his sheath he spread his giant wings to the sky and yanked himself off the ground, going straight up to avoid demolishing the city. The force of the wind created by the batting of his wings still ripped signs off buildings and tossed people through the air, but that was still the least amount of damage he could manage. He flew to Rex- it was a place for dragons so he would fit there at the very least.
To Luan's surprise Ghergoilt was waiting for him. Luan was almost twice as tall as him now! It turned out Ghergoilt had gone to Tilabil seeking a solution, and the Sage found a spell to transform Luan into a dragon! Ghergoilt did not know where Luan had gone though to be able to tell him, so the spell hit him unknowingly. Luan explained he did a bit of damage to the castle and city by accident so the Sage might want to be generous with the next supply shipment. Luan was giddy with joy though, not only could he be with his love at first sight, but he too was now giant and powerful! The Sage dubbed Luan with the new name Turalisj, which means Big in draconic, a more fitting name for his new form and life. Turalisj still seen elves from the castle from time to time as they came to Rex to make deals with the Sage, but none of them knew that the newest, biggest dragon was actually their elven advisor who had gone missing.
Aaand that was probably for the best, given he caused several millions of gold worth of damages. |
He knew for a fact that it couldn’t work, shouldn’t work, and yet he went ahead and rubbed that lamp anyway; it hadn’t cost him anything and he had nothing to lose with it, so why not give it a try? Three or so full rubdowns later, the pegasus was ready to just give up and throw it away, what minimal hopes he had dashed completely by the lack of anything of note happening, chastising himself for ever having believed such fanciful tales could ever be true. With a sigh, Zeus threw the lamp over his shoulder and behind him, where it landed with a loud clang… one much louder than it should be, like the stud had just dropped an enormous, empty barrel onto solid concrete, rather than a tiny shoe-sized brass trinket onto carpeting. He turned around, eyes wide open, only to watch as a thick smoke began to billow out from the discarded lamp, his mouth hanging wide open as his excitement began to pour back in, brighter and stronger than ever! The walls of his living room seemed to grow further apart the longer the smoke was allowed to coalesce, and the reason why became obvious very quickly: whatever was inside that thing was enormous, so much so that if it weren’t for the effect it was having on the space around him, it would’ve smothered Zeus completely. The pegasus had been waiting for something large, but when he saw that wall of smoke take up more and more of his field-of-view inside his dimensionally-altered living space, he began to wonder if he hadn’t made a huge mistake.
Such concerns, however, wouldn’t last for more than a handful of seconds, as when the genie’s true form was made apparent, all fear melted away into something that felt a lot like arousal, but the pegasus couldn’t quite positively identify. There was some awe mixed in there as well, not to mention a healthy dose of terror at the notion that such a creature could exist to begin with, but it was undeniable that most of what he was feeling at that point could be described as nothing more than base, animalistic attraction, for the form that the genie took seemed tailor-made to poke at every button the pegasus had. The smoke cloud had begun to take on a more well-defined shape, arranging itself into long, thick coils that drew large circles above and around him, before eventually settling into something very obviously serpentine; the cloud itself was deep red, one that grew stronger as it solidified and transformed into a new material altogether, smoke unto scales as a snakelike creature was created from quite literally thin (or not-so-thin) air from the tip of the tail upwards. Zeus had expected some sort of ghost-like lower half, not unlike in the many movies he’d seen, but instead was given a full-on naga-like entity… or was it a lamia? Their top half was… confusing, to say the least, though not because of its features.
The pegasus had never been good at hiding their arousal, given the fact that they were quite a bit larger than your average male by default; even when not turgid, his equine shaft still hung at a proud three or so feet long, not to mention a pondrous set of quad-nuts so heavy that, even while completely drained and empty, it still rested at a single inch off the ground, and required so much care on the part of the pegasus not to squish it too hard that he couldn’t even walk properly at all. He believed himself to be a symbol of virility, and in many ways he actually was; it just so happened that this genie in front of him was so much bigger, and so much better, that he couldn’t help but fall to his knees in adoration, at least until he got his mind back on track. Despite her serpentine body, the gorgeous beauty in front of him still managed to sport a set of hips and a pair of asscheeks that defied any definition or explanation, flared out and fat and ready to utterly wreck anything they may touch; if not for her, for it was clearly a she, expanding the living room to contain her body, it would’ve broken through the walls and flattened not only his home, but the whole apartment block. Her breasts weren’t any smaller, and in fact, the more he looked at them, the more they appeared to be even larger; it wasn’t until a few seconds afterwards that Zeus came to understand that they were still growing, and wouldn’t stop until each one was about as big as the genie’s ass was large in its entirety. It made for an obscene, excessively exaggerated figure, and yet the only thought in his mind was that he had to get his hands on her; the sudden arousal was such that he felt his shaft slap heavily against his chest, practically knocking the air from his lungs it rose to its full six feet, matching him for height, and his four cum factories immediately swelled and smashed onto the ground, pushing in every direction and begging for release. If he didn’t do something about it, he’d be stuck on a throne of his own nuts… but he doubted he’d be stuck for long.
“It’s been so long since I’ve been called!” the genie spoke, her voice melodious and as sweet as honey, “Honestly, whoever made sure people forgot about us? It gets boring in there without anyone to summon us every once in a while!” - the giantess looked around, perhaps hoping to find an equally-gigantic partner with which to have some fun, only to notice the pegasus struggling to contain his raging erection, feet already being pushed off the ground by his swelling orbs - “Oh me oh my, looks like we have a big one today! Tell me honey, what’s your name~?”
The genie creature leaned down, allowing her ample breasts to smush against the floor, and giving the pegasus a perfect view of the deep, almost impossibly big cleavage she was sporting; in that moment, his instincts took over and he felt the vein running along the underside of his cock bulge out, followed by a spurt of pre that arced behind him and splashed against the nearest wall, each of his four nuts instantly gaining a foot in diameter as the arousal spiked their productivity. Normally, at this point, he would have half of his whole dick’s length thrust into his lover, whoever that may be; that he couldn’t do it was nothing short of torture, and it took a considerably amount of willpower before he mustered up the ability to speak a single word:
“Z-Zeus,” he stammered, “m-my name’s Zeus…”
“Ooo, that’s a good name!” the genie exclaimed, giving her tits another dozen or so cup sizes just for fun, “Tell me Zeusy, would you like me to do something about uh… that little problem of yours~?”
Her tone was prohibitively teasing, but it wasn’t as if the stud could do anything about it; she was the incomprehensibly powerful and vast godlike entity, not him, and thus the pegasus could only nod and quietly whimper, hoping that the reason for his intense, burning need to fuck something would pick up on what he was trying to say. With a giggle, the colossal lamia snapped her fingers and then leaned back, as if to give him some room; this was confusing, as the next thing that happened was his orbs growing smaller, not larger, giving Zeus the ability to move around again, even if it didn’t relieve the pressure one bit. It took a few moments before he realized that it hadn’t been his balls that shrunk, but the rest of his body that had grown to accommodate them; he was now well over ten feet tall, though still nowhere near the full size of the genie granting him this reprieve… plus, it seemed like his nuts’ expanded size had just turned into their smallest one, making him wonder if he was ever going to shrink back from that. Not that he would if he could avoid it; it felt surprisingly powerful to be so big that his head would bump against the ceiling, were it not magically raised, and given that his cock had accompanied his spurt in size, having a shaft that was ten feet long was certainly… an experience.
“Th-Thank you,” he mumbled, clearing his throat and attempting to sound and look more imposing, “a-anyway, I apologize for the lack of decorum. What may I call you?”
“You may call me…” - the genie hesitated for a moment, scratching her chin - “You know, it’s been so long that I’ve forgotten! Really, I’d leave my head behind if it weren’t attached to my shoulders, I’m so clumsy! I guess you can call me… Shera!”
The obvious reference was so on-the-nose that Zeus chose not to mention it, rolling with the punches instead. Now that the arousal had been cleared enough from his mind that he could think about what he was doing again, the pegasus recalled the whole point of him trying out the genie to begin with: while nominally there were a couple of things he’d like to improve about himself and his life, in reality the whole thing was designed to work as an exercise in lawyering that could benefit both parties. He’d heard tales of such things being possible, of genies being allowed to breach the nature of their very existence through clever wording, but it was hard to tell where the stories ended and fiction began, especially for a phenomenon as rare as Shera and her kind. However, with his legal background, the stud was convinced he could work around whatever rules were in place, and to that end, he spoke up again.
“Shera, as your summoner, I demand th-”
“Three wishes,” the genie interrupted, “can’t ask for more wishes, can’t ask for someone to fall in love with you, sadly can’t ask for entropy to be reversed; we tried that, didn’t work. Apart from that, anything else is fair game.”
Fair game. Zeus was chuckling to himself as he pondered on those words, fully intending to abuse them to the utmost of his ability as soon as he figured out the best way to do so. Of course, for that, he needed to know the rules of the game.
“Tell me, lovely Shera,” he mused, now having to put more effort into ignoring the still-growing orbs underneath him, “as a genie, you are bound by rules and regulations, yes? Divine mandates that determine what you can and cannot do, right?” - the genie nodded, looking slightly puzzled - “And one of those mandates it that you cannot make a wish for yourself, nor use your power in any way for your personal benefit; your endless magic is beholden to the will of whatever mortal happens to be your master at any given time, correct?”
“Sadly true,” Shera sighed, “and before you ask, no, you can’t wish for me not to be like this; I’m afraid it’s one of those basic principles of reality that can’t really be violated, since, well… if you release me from servitude, I’d just be turned into a powerless mortal. Or, well, as powerless as any mortal can be, but certainly nothing like I am right now.”
“Right, right…” Zeus mumbled to himself, pondering on what to do next. There had to be a way of abusing this for both of their benefits, especially if it meant stiffing the gods of something they felt was their birthright. Surely, if he racked his brains enough, he could finagle a way to allow Shera to keep her powers and give her some freedom to do whatever it was she wanted, while he himself got to enjoy much of the same… but what? If she couldn’t be given freedom without losing her powers, and all genies had to be beholden to a master… “Shera, does a genie’s master need to be a mortal?”
“I… don’t know, actually?” the genie admitted, her eyes moving up towards the heavens, her face concerned, “Though I’d rather not think about it too hard, they might hear… then again, if I don’t know, I guess they don’t have to be mortal? I mean, it’s more the fact that most immortals don’t really care too much about genie wishes, seeing as they have literally all the time in the world to do whatever they want to do, so I’ve never heard of anyone that ever tried. Why do you ask?”
“Why, can’t you tell?” Zeus replied, laughing in earnest now at Shera’s dumbfounded expression, “My sweetheart, I have but two wishes of you, and the third I’ll keep for later. The first is for you to also turn me into a genie, and I know” - the pegasus preempted the genie’s interjection before she even had a chance to raise a single finger - “I am aware that this will take away my freedom and ability to do anything without a master, I’m aware that this will limit me unless someone else makes a wish on me. Which is why, my love, I want my second wish to be for you to become my master after I ascend to become a genie myself~!”
The genie looked to be about as confused as she was excited about the prospect of breaking free from her bonds, though still unable to truly process what Zeus had just told her. The idea was there, and some part of her was aware of what was being asked of her, but the rest of her conscious mind had yet to catch up with the sort of cosmic loopholing that her newest master was suggesting they engage in; there was no way that either of them could get away with it, not with the sort of oversight that the gods kept on genies and other creatures of their level of power… but, then again, no one had tried this before as far as she knew, and the instinctual reaction of knowing that something was forbidden hadn’t kicked in, which could only mean one thing: no matter how unlikely, this was one loophole the gods had not closed, thus making it perfectly possible for her to blatantly abuse it for her own (and the stud’s) benefit. She could barely contain her excitement when getting into position, once more looming over her soon-to-be “slave” with her arms crossed over her ample chest.
Turning someone into a genie was a lot easier than it frankly should be, and the gods had no one to blame but themselves; the only thing stopping existing specimens from creating entire worlds’ worth of themselves were the master-servant rules that had been put in place, seeing as it was literally just a case of Shera snapping her fingers to turn Zeus into a deific version of himself. The pegasus got to experience what it was like to be all-powerful, to have the power and will to obliterate entire galaxies with but a thought, to wield the very energies of creation as they crackled at his fingertips… for about half a second, after which everything he felt came crashing inwards and was locked away by an invisible mental barrier, keeping all of those promises away from him until someone came and told him what they wanted. His body seemed to dematerialize for just a moment, becoming as fluid as water before disappearing in a puff of smoke, one that almost instantly solidified again in the stud’s previous shape; he brought his hands to himself, hoping to check if everything was in its place, occasionally causing parts of himself to “collapse” into more smoke, before he realized what was going on: his body had become malleable… to a certain extent. He was a genie now, and as a genie, he had the ability to change and modify himself as he so desired; but only insofar as his actual body had mass, something he learned very quickly when he attempted to grow outwards to match Shera. It would appear that he could do whatever he so wanted with what he had, but adding onto it? Not so much, which could only mean that his new mistress once had someone at least as lewd as himself ask for her body to look the way it did.
“Careful now,” Shera spoke up, “you don’t want to experiment too hard, or you’ll end up stretching yourself out so much that you can’t put yourself back. Trust me, I’ve been there, and you do not want to be there” - she punctuated this by patting Zeus on the head, somehow placing him back in one shape from the mess of smoky haze that he had slowly been turning into - “Now, I have to ask, are you sure you want me to be your mistress? I’m not even sure if it’s allowed… I mean, I don’t think it’s forbidden, I don’t feel like it is, but what happens if the gods take umbrage to it? We’d be at their mercy.”
As a response, the pegasus-turned-genie chose not to speak, but instead to move upwards, flying through the air towards Shera’s face. In doing so, everything below his waist turned into the same sort of wispy “tail” that he recalled seeing in cartoons when he was younger, his upper half bulking up to compensate, and if not for Shera being so much stronger than him at that stage, he would’ve barrelled straight through her (or into her, depending on how solid her body was). Instead, she stopped him at just the right time for the two to stare at one another, lips mere inches away, their breath hot and heavy on their muzzles. Zeus’ eyes were practically sparkling as he thought of everything he could do with the sort of power he was given, of what sort of abuse the two could get up to once they broke free of the divine shackles holding them back. So what if the gods didn’t like it? Who were they to stop them when they were as gods themselves?
“My love, what the gods desire or hate is not our concern,” he crooned, “for naught but our pleasure is our concern. We will become something greater than gods, and in doing so, will show them the true meaning of power, the true meaning of superiority. Together, we will rule the cosmos as we see fit, and if they wish to step in and do something about it… well, they should’ve wished sooner, shouldn’t they?” - he chuckled briefly at his own dumb joke - “No, I don’t think the gods will interfere. How could they? This isn’t against the rules, after all…”
He moved closer, just a single movement away from a full-blown kiss. Shera’s eyes were half-lidded as his hands moved to cup her cheeks.
“Be my mistress, as I will be your master. And together, we will storm the heavens themselves.”
He couldn’t have spoken better words as far as Shera was concerned, not with the way her eyes fluttered closed and she leaned in for the kiss, their tongues intertwining as they shared a moment of true passion, one underscored by the inherent power disparity between the two moving towards the female genie; Zeus could feel it, like a creeping chain being dragged across his back, pulling him towards her, inciting him to do whatever it was she wanted. It was total submission, the sort that could not be reasoned with or made conditional, the kind that he wouldn’t be able to deny even if he brought his full might to bear; was this how she felt all the time? Was this what it was like to be a genie? To live in this constant, nightmarish balancing act where one’s free will was placed on the knife’s edge and left at the whim of whoever happened to grab their lamp? If so, then he only felt even more justified in freeing Shera from her bonds; to live like that was no life, so once freed from their bonds the two could finally reap the benefits from having such powerful abilities.
Their bodies were pressed against one another, Zeus materializing his lower half once more… but holding off on placing his package back in place. He looked at Shera, his eyes telling her everything she needed to know: he wanted to be bigger than ever before, wanted to give her something that she had never seen before, but to that end, he needed her permission, or at least her go-ahead. No words were really needed, as the two understood one another perfectly in that moment, sharing a bond deeper than either of them could express; the original genie broke the kiss to give him a smile and a nod, making room between the two of them so that the stud might exercise his new power. Shera’s “wish”, or at least her acknowledgement of her new lover’s suggestion, was vague enough that the pegasus-cum-genie felt like he could go anywhere with it, for as long as Shera herself didn’t tell him to stop; thus, the first thing he did was give himself his quad-orbs back… except bigger. Much bigger. So much bigger that a single one was larger than all four had been after his newest partner had granted him the extra height for mobility, so big that he had to move them behind him just so he could hope to be mobile again. But that wasn’t enough, he needed a cock to go along with them, one of such immense size that it would not only reach the dimensionally-altered roof, it would burst through it, one that was wider than his buff torso was, one so colossal that, even if the lamia genie were to take all of it, her body wouldn’t be long enough to withstand its full girth.
And then he doubled everything. His nuts alone were bigger than his house, his cock towering above even that, throbbing, begging for someone to plunge into; the lamia floated there, staring at him, looking… hungry. Ravenous, even, but still not satisfied, as if what she saw had awakened such a powerful, latent desire that her mind didn’t quite know what to do with it, leaving her stuck between wanting to put a stop to it so she could enjoy it, or ordering the pegasus-genie to get on with it and give her what she truly wanted… so why not both, really? Why not fly towards him, using her body and coiling it around that titanic rod he was sporting, ordering him to stop for the time being while she got ready? Why not demand that each growth spurt he gave himself affect her as well, so that she might enjoy it on the same level and size and he did? And then, why not ask him to keep going, as her wish hadn’t yet been fulfilled?
Another exponential burst, and Zeus was now stuck atop his own nuts, each individual one bigger than his entire neighborhood had been, the quad-sack rumbling and quaking powerfully enough that the whole countryside had to deal with the sort of tectonic madness that only occurred once every millennium or so. The lamia too underwent some changes, her serpentine self given hundreds more feet to deal with the increase in cock size, her tits ballooning outwards so that each nipple alone was bigger than his whole package put together, more breasts added below the first ones, all while her barely-there, golden and silver lingerie continued to cling onto her form in the most lurid and obscene way possible. He looked up, his eyes wide, his mind demanding to know if this was enough, and she thus looked down at him, shook her head, and uttered a single word, one that would herald the destruction of most of their country, and the first step towards their true, divine ascension:
“More.”
To say that what happened next was monumental in scale would be to just barely scratch the surface of the reality of it. As with before, the wish was so fundamentally vague that anything and everything could be done in order to fulfill it, and seeing as how Shera was, at that point, an uncontained, uncontrollable deity, Zeus saw no reason not to live up to expectations and give her exactly what she wanted, all while adding to her own power with his; she still couldn’t make herself better, that much was outside of her range of action, but there was nothing stopping him from funneling near-infinite amounts of magical power into her body, allowing her to keep up with the frantic, frenzied and, frankly, insane amounts of growth he was triggering in his own body. The pegasus-genie figured that the best way for him to truly explore the limits of his new mistress’ desires was to just let loose and give her everything he had; to that end, each time his body was wracked by a growth spurt, it behaved exactly the same way: his nuts would explode outwards until each one was at least four times as large as the whole sack had been beforehand, his cock would just flat out double up on that size, and his productivity, already elevated and spiked to the point where it could drown out entire cities, would become proportional to the size increase of its cum factories. Of course, such an enormous boost needed someone to tend to it, therefore making it a necessity for Shera to keep up as well… so what better way than to make it so that whenever his body was made larger, the serpentine giantess gained an extra pair of breasts? Not only that, but their size would be magnified to such a degree that if all of Zeus’ body was added up, cock and balls and all, it wouldn’t even be enough to cover a single one of her nipples, let alone a minute fraction of the entire mound. And finally, the rest of her, that titanic tail of hers, would be given enough length to wrap around his shaft multiple times over.
It was an insane thing to think about, much less put in practice, which is precisely why the stud did so the moment he could, and went to work making it a reality. One spurt, and most of the countryside for miles around ceased to exist, buried underneath an avalanche of breastflesh and gurgling, churning nuts. A second spurt, and the country itself was no longer there, buried underneath Shera’s incomprehensibly large breasts. A third burst, and Zeus’ cock would be piercing the heavens and heading straight into low orbit, still looking pathetically tiny compared to the planet-shattering bed of six rows of tits on his lover’s chest; the genie giantess was certainly enjoying herself, if the noises coming out of her were any indication, but for whatever reason, the stud suddenly felt compelled to stop. In the back of his head, he knew that his mistress had deigned their current size to be sufficient, or at least wanted to do something else; it wasn’t until then that Zeus realized that everything up until that moment had all technically been a single “wish”, with Shera hinting at wanting them to be larger. Assuming that she was saving up the last one to flip their master-servant relationship around, allowing them to keep their blatant loophole abuse going, there was still room for another request… and at their sizes, it was hard to tell just what she might ask of him that would even so much as register with her; after all, given the size disparity between the two, even at his size he could still bury himself into a single one of her twelve nipples and still have room for a few more of himself. What more could Shera possibly want?
Well, the answer was quite simple, if absurd to the point that Zeus felt like laughing before the reality of it made his arousal begin to boil as hotly as magma. He didn’t hear her speak, but being a genie herself gave her a few perks when it came to speaking at the kinds of distances they were dealing with. Her request was well-structured and very clear, so much so that the pegasus’ reaction to it was almost instinctual, as if he didn’t even have to think about it in order to make it come true. He snapped his fingers, and the planet beneath them ceased to be, obliterated by an advancing wall of nutflesh that expanded so quickly to meet the demands of its mistress that it quite literally broke the lightspeed barrier several times over. Shera had wished for each one of Zeus’ hyperactive cum factories to grow, to grow so much that even if she were to be stuffed inside one of them, there would be room for ten more of her, tits and everything. She had wished for each one to be so productive that they would double in size within ten minutes unless actively drained. She had wished for his cock to become so vast and imposing that she’d need a hundred of herself to coil around half of its full size, all while his body proper was given just enough of a size boost to be able to keep up with what was attached to it. And finally, she wished for him to appreciate his full size for a good couple of seconds, to take in the full majesty of what it was his body had become, to observe as he loomed over what had once been his home planet, to look upon the universe and realize that now, unchained by rules and limitations, it was theirs for the taking, and none, not even the gods, would be able to slow them down, much less stop them! And then…
… and then double the number of cocks and balls he had.
Once the dust had settled, most of the solar system had been more or less taken up entirely by Zeus’ brand new package, one so sensitive that the pegasus had to take extra precautions not to completely lose his mind by sheer virtue of it existing. It was something beyond unbelievable, and yet there it was, firm as could be, taking up so much of his field of view that he couldn’t possibly ignore it. His twin shafts throbbed with each heartbeat, somehow able to mimic its rhythm despite the distances involved, while the vacuum of space couldn’t even begin to hold a candle to the cacophony of churning coming from behind him, where those colossal, star-blotting cum factories were located. All of it attached to a body that, while not necessarily as enormous in scale, was still big enough by sheer power of association that he was probably taller than his home star had been wide, allowing him to cast a shadow over it… if it hadn’t just been turned to dust. There was very little concern for the poor souls on the old planet Earth, mostly because they could just bring them back at any point through a single wish, which reminded him that, now that two of those were gone, it was time to see if Shera had understood what his initial proposition had been.
If she used up her last wish for something other than transferring “ownership” of herself to him, then the whole plan would go down the drain. The gods would be allowed to interfere, now that there were two masterless genies floating around, and it was quite likely the budding couple would never be able to see one another again, a thought so painful that just considering its possibility was enough to make both Zeus and Shera wince; the only way out of it was for the latter to wish for the former to become their master, thus refreshing the number of wishes they had between them and allowing them to chain together their blatant abuse of the rules for as long as they wanted. This was easy enough to accomplish in theory, but now that the snakelike goddess was stranded atop six rows of breasts, each bigger than a whole planet (courtesy of a little something extra that Zeus provided), and her eyes could see nothing but her lover’s body in every direction, it was a lot harder to make informed, rational decisions than it had been before they ascended to proper godhood. There was an undeniably powerful part of her mind that didn’t want to carry on with the plan, not because it was faulty, but because it was simply too overloaded by pleasure to think rationally; all it wanted to do was maximize things, to ask for something so grandiose and vague that the two of them would have aeons before the deities in charge of their reality could even begin to strike them down… but that wasn’t enough. To deliberately put an expiration date on their relationship, even if it was one far off into the future, would be to jeopardize it for no good reason, especially when she had a much better solution right there in front of her; all that was needed was for the genie giantess to power through her arousal and ask for Zeus to become her master, safe in the knowledge that he would do the same to her once the time was right.
The stud, in the meantime, had his hands full trying to keep his mind in one piece, especially given the sort of assault it was under. Just the sensations filtering through a single nut were enough to overpower him, let alone the other seven… and the two twitching shafts that had their base covered by the twelve tits his lover sported. As much as it was the best thing to ever happen to him, it was a lot more than he could’ve anticipated, and the pegasus had to expend a great amount of willpower just to keep himself in check and not do something that might land him in the ethereal equivalent of imprisonment; the feeling of power was so overwhelming that it threatened to overcome the shackles imposed on him by his very nature, the system-encompassing tides of cum inside of his orbs slamming into him with such strength that every time they threatened to bring down the mental barriers he had erected around himself. He knew, for a fact, that the moment he was given back the lead in their relationship, the two of them wouldn’t be stopping until the whole cosmos was theirs to rule, but the problem was just that: knowing it would happen was such an enticing prospect that it kept trying to force him to do something stupid, like try and grant a wish when one wasn’t asked, to interpret the sound-barrier-breaking moans coming from his lover as a demand to grow ever larger rather than be patient and just wait. The two of them were in such a state that a single slip-up, a single moment of weakness was all that was needed for their plan to come crashing down, and that just wasn’t something that either of them could afford.
So they waited. They waited, and waited, until Shera could center herself and ask what needed to be asked. Not for more size, not for milky tits, not for even larger nuts that she could bury her face and whole body into, but for Zeus to take the lead; it was surprising how hard it was to ask for something so seemingly simple, enough that getting the words out took quite a bit of time, the serpentine genie having to start over multiple times as her tongue was twisted and bent out of shape by her other, more base desires. “Grow bigger,” they said, “forget about everything.”
But she couldn’t. She’d made a promise.
And she was going to keep it.
Shera didn’t need to speak, merely make her intent known, and in the instant following that one, Zeus became fully aware of just what had happened. The shackles holding him in place had been released, the compulsion to serve the other genie melted away into nothing. If he so desired, he could very well do anything he wanted and there wasn’t a single thing that anyone else could do to stop him. He had become an unbound genie, a creature of such immense, terrifying power that, in some far-off corner of his mind, Zeus knew just how much the gods were trembling; watching the two ascending entities from atop their divine thrones, they couldn’t be more terrified of the prospect of the couple reaching them, for there was nothing they could do to stop them, and everyone involved knew it. But the pegasus was no longer interested in ascending for its own sake; after all, had he not deliberately intertwined Shera’s fate with his own? What would be the point of becoming greater than the gods themselves if he didn’t have that gorgeous giantess there with him every step of the way? The two of them had been playing a game up until then, a game where the rules were followed purely so they could be broken and abused… and he saw no reason to stop that any time soon.
Thus, he gave her his first, and for the time being last wish. It was a simple one, yet open-ended enough that Shera could interpret it as she so desired, the sort of thing that, were it not for their now-paradoxical nature, the female genie would never have had the courage to even think to attempt: “Give the both of us our dream bodies,” the pegasus communicated to her, “and don’t stop until we’re satisfied.”
It was an impossible condition and they both knew it for a fact, hence why it was such a great one to cap off their little adventure as they grew towards the heavens. With an unbound genie for a master there to protect her, and such a vague wish asked of her, there wasn’t a single thing in the universe that could stop Shera now. In an instant, their solar system vanished from sight, though not necessarily because it had ceased to exist; it just so happened that it had turned so tiny in comparison with both of their bodies that the pegasus could most likely squeeze it between two fingers without even noticing. The titaness beside him briefly considered evening their main bodies out, maybe even to the point where they wouldn’t look like mere accoutrements on overinflated assets… but where was the fun in that? Better to make each of Zeus’ nuts double in size every other second, better to maker her own tits be bigger than that while filling with enough milk to drown out entire galaxies, better to make it so that the both of them were in full flow at every possible occasion, countless nebulae’s worth of raw mass jettisoned into interstellar space every half-second, ready to coalesce and create new life once the universe was done sorting through the mess. The speed of light had become a mere suggestion, physics and thermodynamics bending around their bodies as they consumed more and more of their galactic arm: stars, planets, black hole, comets, asteroid thickets, gas clouds, everything was turned into more fuel for the raging, burning inferno inside of them. Each second that passed made them so much larger that their previous selves would have trouble comprehending the scales; it was a testament to the size of the cosmos that even this wasn’t enough to truly make a dent in their home galaxy, though this was only a matter of time. Milk and cum flowed freely in equal measure, spurts of it flying in every direction, giving the Milky Way a brand new reason to brandish that name; soon, the halo of fluids would itself outweigh the very thing it was supposed to be orbiting, and from there it was just a matter of time until gravity did what it did best.
From outside their dimension, a pantheon of deities huddled around their looking glass, peering down at the mortal realms with equal parts panic and trepidation. The rules had not been broken, at least not the ones they had put down for genies, so none of them had the authority to intervene in the cosmic-level apocalypse happening in front of their eyes; all they could do is watch as the whole galaxy was overtaken by an increasingly numerous amount of breasts and balls, by a pair of cocks that was already longer than the damned thing was wide, until the whole thing was obscured by the FTL-speed jets of cream and spunk the two genies were producing, which created such an impenetrable shell around the Milky Way that, no matter how hard the deities tried, they couldn’t breach to look inside.
Silence fell as they waited, knowing that whatever happened next would not be pretty. They could all feel the couple’s power as it approached them at high speeds, feel their attention being locked onto them; soon, the pegasus and lamia would be knocking at their doors and demanding a spot by their side… if they didn’t just demand their lives and took the whole of the heavens for themselves. It was only then that one of the minor deities called the group’s attention back to their looking glass, where they could see the surface of the fluid shell was rippling, as if something was disturbing it, as if… as if something was surfacing from directly underneath it. The many gods had maybe a couple of seconds to think on how to react before a colossal, galaxy-obscuring hand emerged from within that shell, open and with its fingers outstretched towards them. It was Zeus, reaching through dimensions and grasping at the spyglass watching them from a distance. The god in charge of it did at least try to shut it down, but it was too late; a split second before, the pegasus’ hand impacted against it from the other side, the pantheon’s manor shaking as if in an earthquake!
The glass was cracking.
They were coming through. |
Cello woke once again from her strange dream. Every so often she would dream of an old temple, and two harps. Whenever she woke from one of these dreams she would have a strange melody stuck in her head for the rest of the day, and it was different every time. She had heard of recurring nightmares but these were normal dreams, and held no meaning that she could figure out. She didn't even know how to read music in real life! Cello had straight light brown hair with a blue streak dyed in it, and hung to her collar. Her eyes were autumn gold and she was fairly tall for a girl, but no curves to speak of.
It was her flat frame that caused her to blush at her dream last night. The pages of the song book had perverse titles this night, involving the expansion of breasts. She felt a tingling in her dream starting in her nipples and turning to a heat and pressure within her modest breasts- but the excitement of the magical music working on her caused her to wake before anything actually happened. She sighed in frustration of her anticlimactic dream and went to have her morning shower. It was late summer, so although the wind was sometimes quite strong and chill, it was more often than not quite hot. She took a cool shower in the mornings to help prepare for the onslaught of the sun. Cello is in her third year of highschool and the school had unfortunately shitty air conditioning. She smirked at the thought that at least that was one good thing about having such a modest bust- no extra insulation. The sweat buildup under a huge pair must be very uncomfortable. She looked down at her erect nipples and bumpy areola from the cool shower water tracing her figure. 34 C, about as average as average got, and absolutely no cleavage at all without pushing them into each other with her hands uncomfortably. She loved the way they felt so she always looked forward to growing bigger but a lot of time has passed now, and with it her hopes of ever surpassing this size. She hummed broken melodies in the shower as she wagged her wet hair back and forth under the stream. An idea dawned on her though, and when she was done she dried herself with haste.
Her cell phone had an app on it that identified songs by the tune, and told you the name. If she could replicate the tune from her dream well enough she could at least decode what spurred these dreams in the first place. Cello had a lower tone but very smooth and melodic voice, she was too shy to be caught anywhere singing but she believed she could copy the song easy enough for the phone. After a minute of remembering the dream as best she could she turned on the app and started to sing the tones. She had to pause a few times and eventually stopped abruptly when she realised she had transitioned to another song entirely! What she was remembering now was fragments of other nearly identical dreams, but each had a different song- creating a musical jumble even she couldn't straighten out. The app did somehow manage to find two matches, but the resemblance was vague at best. Well, so much for that idea, it was worth a shot anyway. She did really wonder how she got the songs stuck in her dreams though, with zero recollection of having heard them while awake.
The day went as usual at school. Hot, boring, soul-draining. Cello did notice a girl named Carol glancing her way every so often for some reason. She was trying to be sneaky about it, but she wasn't good at it. At first Cello thought she had something on her face from breakfast, or her underwater was showing or something but found nothing out of place. Was Carol a lesbian? Cello blushed at the idea, and suddenly was aware that Carol's angry nipples could be seen through her shirt, and her bust was a bit bigger than Cello's. Was she always that big? Everyone was wearing thinner clothing these days because of the heat, and Carol was clearly braless, so that could easily account for the more obvious size. At the end of the day Cello met up with her close friend Bell, and told her of the strange dream the night before. Bell laughed it off, but her own nipples stiffened as she thought of how great such power would be. There had always been rumors around the city of old mythical beings once living there, and objects of power still existing here and there. But like any legend, no one had a damn bit of proof. Years ago one of the students at the school had her breasts suddenly increase in size according to many people. She was back to normal the following day though, so it was just a well done parlor trick. Bell complained about the heat and seemed to squirm a bit in place. Her breasts seemed to be pulling the fabric on the front of her shirt tighter than usual as well today. Cello's dream must have really made her conscious of peoples chests! Bell suggested they hit the library and cool off a bit, and see if they could find anything on magic songs. It was uncharacteristic of her to want to stay at the school longer than she had to, but Cello agreed.
Bell was awfully squirmy and Cello could tell her top was being uncomfortable. When she asked about it Bell shrugged, saying she was the one who did the laundry at her house last and may have shrunk her top. They found most of the legends in the city traced back to a central myth of a two headed Deity named Harm and Monious. Bell kept getting distracted though, talking about how cool magic would be in real life, and how great huge tits would be. Cello had no idea Bell wanted bigger breasts too, and they had known each other a while. They both looked at Bell's tight chest at the sound of fabric ripping. Tiny holes appeared along the seams! Before either of them could speak however, Carol burst into the nearly empty library looking out of breath. It was no wonder she was sweating and out of breath, lugging around that burden. Earlier she had perky nipples, now she had two flesh toned honey melons smuggled in her shirt! Her collar had been ripped halfway down the entire top- both the shiny damp tops and bulbous bottoms of her massive endowments were in open air, with an overtaxed strip of shirt still cutting into their middles!
"Cello! Thank God I found you, I have been asking around if anyone seen you!" She hustled awkwardly over to the other two, not used to her own new size.
"W-what on earth happened to you?" Cello's face was red just looking at her, Carol's shirt depressed her breasts inward a half inch from pressure!
"I have no idea, I was feeling weird since our first class together. I was hoping you could help me figure it out."
"Why me...? What made you think I know anything about it?"
Now Carol's face went rosey. "Well nothing, I just lik-respect y...you're a cool person is all! Most of all I feel I can trust you, and this is a sort of sensitive matter." She squirmed a bit. "On many levels..."
Bell piped up. "Well, did anything weird happen today or yesterday? Did you do something out of the ordinary?"
Carol shook her head. "No. It started this morning in class, I felt weird and my thoughts wandered easily. Then the actual growth started, slow at first but then it got worse. A-and every time it starts my nipples...get super hard for some reason."
Bell suddenly looked distressed. "I think...! Oh boy..."
Carol and Cello looked at her as Bell winced in discomfort and projected her chest forward in her extremely tight top. The seams finally gave out as she pushed forward and her shirt tore in half down the sides. Her shirt was now two sheets of fabric draped down from the still-intact collar. Surprisingly it at least still covered most of her breasts except the very bottoms, and the sides of them were plainly visible from the demolished arms. Bell was out of breath from her quick and sudden fight with her shirt, causing her loose breasts to heave with her breaths. No one said anything for several moments- Bell herself was bewildered and afraid to examine herself even though the other two girls were the only people in visibility.
"Uhm..." Bell cleared her throat. "I seem to have gotten whatever you got." She motioned to the books they had dragged out. "Cello had a dream about a song that could increase breast size, we were seeing if there was any old legends related to it. Now though...it almost seems prophetic. She dreams of breast expansion and suddenly two people get it out of the blue..."
They decided to hit the books a bit more seriously. When the old god had been killed according to the city's legends, Harm's bones had been etched into magical relics, that could theoretically have this sort of power. Problem was, none of the girls had any bone relics, nor have they seen any. Cello felt so weird being sandwiched between these two girls. Bell and Carol sat unusually close on either side, and when Carol moved her shirt would occasionally creak making Cello paranoid the fabric would give out and explode open only inches from her face. This seemed like a rather cruel mockery to her dream! First she is unable to get bigger breasts in her dream, now two other people get bigger boobs without even wanting to! It wasn't too long till Carol's shirt started to groan rather aggressively. It was already tight enough that it looked like the overflow of soft supple flesh above and below was trying to swallow it. Bell leaned the opposite way and Cello pushed her chair way back to avoid the inevitable explosion. Carol looked like she wanted to try and hold them back but was afraid touching them would make things worse. She tried holding her breath and bending at various angles trying to make more room but froze at the sound of ripping, indicating she had failed. Thread by thread the collar progressed farther and farther down and more flesh billowed out like rising dough. There was so much overflow and the shirt sunk into them so far that it almost looked like she had four breasts instead of two. With a shrill moan of desperation and defeat, Carol stopped trying to hold it back and the last inch of shirt surface remaining shredded itself almost instantly. The huge billowing endowments flopped heavily out, undulating forward before swinging down and to either side from their bludgeoning weight. Carol was quick to reach up and grab them, hunching over to try and conceal what she could around her torso as her hands concealed the pale brown areola and nipples as they softened again.
Cello shook her head in disbelief and arousal. She wasn't a lesbian but damn she would love mounds like that on herself. "It's getting worse. We need to figure something out and fast, reading isn't getting us anywhere. Even if there was legends of tit expanding spells, I somehow doubt it would be in the SCHOOL library."
Bell groaned and both the other girls now turned their eyes to her. Her breathing became rapid and she leaned back in her seat as if somehow trying to move away from her own jugs. She told them to stop staring and crossed her arms over her endowments but shivered and froze up when she realised how hyper sensitive they were during growth- especially her big nipples. Her nipples tented the loose fabric immediately to herald the change in the first place, followed by a rippling pressure and pleasurable tingle. The ripples seemed to pulse out from deep in her chest and spread through the breasts before ending at the surface where the skin itself stretched with a faint pleasurable tingle that made her squirm. It wasn't noticeable to anyone else before, but the bigger the breasts got the more apparent it became- her nipples were as thick as pencil erasers and a bit longer, and even her areola were projected out a bit. When her growth stopped she was panting, staring down at her chest like the others were, and adjusting her seating hoping they didn't see how wet she was down there. She actually didn't care one way or another how big she was, but it felt so good to grow and have bigger breasts that in spite the fear of the mysterious condition- she found herself wanting more! The loose flap of her shirt remnant barely covered her areola still- the sides and lower curve of her breasts surpassed its shade. She felt dizzy with embarrassment and the speed her thoughts were buzzing at gave her an idea.
"Minuet! She is really into the legends of this town and all sorts of ancient mythology! Instead of trying to find and figure the information out on our own, it would be faster to ask someone who most likely already knows!"
Carol chuckled. "If she knew how to control breast sizes, I don't think she would be where she is now on the popularity scale."
Cello swatted her on the shoulder. "Rude. OK...do you know where she lives?"
Bell shook her head, unintentionally also making her breasts wag from side to side. "Don't need to, she's a try-hard studier, she is still in the school. She should be in the graphics arts room."
Cello nodded. "Ok that's just one floor down. Carol, you better stay here, or slip into the bathroom. Me and Bell will hustle down to find Minuet."
"W-woah, wait! Take me with you!"
"...you can barely balance on your feet. And your hands are literally the only thing covering your chest."
"Y-yea...but you should...uhm...I should still be with you! What if something else happens to me and I am all alone!?"
"Something's happening to you NOW and I don't seem to be particularly useful!" Cello narrowed her eyes at the desperate and almost lustful look in Carol's eyes, and then looked to Bell. "Bell...keep her company, I will go myself." When both women spoke up against the idea, Cello quickly backed away from them. "You're both acting weird! Whatever is making you grow is also making you unusually clingy! Whatever is happening we should try to resist all of its effects not just some, so it is better for us all if we split up. Bell, hunker down in the far end of the library, Carol, hide in the bathroom. I will find Minuet one my own and see what she knows. If I find anything I will let you know, if not, it's best we head home so at least you'll be safe from prying eyes."
They tried to protest it again, but had little to actually argue with other then their feeling of need toward being with her. Neither said anything aloud, but it wasn't a sense of clinginess- because they still felt the same toward each other. They only felt they needed to be with Cello specifically.
It was easy for Cello to find Minuet silhouetted in front of the only computer monitor still on. Since she did not go outside she actually got away with still wearing a braided sweater, with a huge loose collar and too-long sleeves. An odd choice in the heat even when indoors, but she was an odd girl, and the large garment gave her security like a tortoise's shell. She wore round thin framed glasses- from the distortion of everything seen through their edges you could easily tell she was virtually blind without them. Her hair was wildly curly and a deep golden shade of brown, tied back in a ponytail with a dark green ribbon that matched her forest green eyes. Minuet was a bit shorter than Cello, but her shoes were platformed so their height was equalized.
Minuet easily heard her coming in the otherwise empty room and asked her what she wanted with her soft but slightly rugged voice. Cello had no idea how to explain this, so she approached it hypothetically. At first Minuet's brow hardened thinking her affection for mythology was being mocked. Then her brow lowered as it started to sound like Cello was a dimwit looking to increase her bust size to impress someone. Minuet unenthusiastically explained of two harps supposedly hidden in a chamber somewhere in the city- or at least its past. One controlled body and one controlled mind. The harp that could control body would be able to increase a persons bust- or anything body part really, and the mind harp could influence their behavior like Cello had mentioned. Minuet found her own nipples stiffening talking about the possibility of a song that could increase breast size. That was terribly odd though- under her oversized sweater Minuet was already quite stacked with overzealous double Ds! The reason she dressed so bulky in the first place was because she DIDN'T want big breasts! She wished they were smaller, so why did the idea of bigger turn her on all of a sudden? Her body and her mind were on two different sides of the matter apparently. Cello got visibly excited at the information of the harps, and quickly described her dream to Minuet. Now both their interests were entwined- Cello's description of the harps and chamber matched the legend exactly, but how? Cello had no previous knowledge of it, so how would she dream it?
Knowing full well it sounded like the poorly cobbled plot of an obscure porno flick, Cello finally told Minuet about Bell and Carol upstairs in the library. Minuet actually knew something similar happened at the school before, but as a final precaution- did not tell Cello, and wouldn't till she seen the two others as proof. There was powerful magic hidden away and she could not blurt out information without very good reason. She felt very unusual, and passed it off as the excitement of something so unusual happening. Minuet felt oddly comfortable with Cello, even though they just met. Her nipples remained erect as well, causing them to rub aggressively at their bra confines as she hustled to the library with Cello. When they arrived, Bell had used books to build a small fort around her bust to conceal it as she had now grown past the cover of her shirt remains entirely. Each tit was virtually the size of her head and rest on the table concealed by books, which made Cello nervous about checking on Carol. Almost immediately on seeing this, both Minuet's heart rate and breathing skyrocketed. Two bumps became visible in the huge sea of sweater where normally even her DDs were hidden. She squirmed on her feet and moaned uncontrollably, blushing blood red in embarrassment from her behavior. Her bra clasps bent and finally broke off completely- her bra was ill fit to begin with and she should have been wearing E cups. Without the aid of her bra, her shoulders relaxed and her lower back tensed as the weight shifted forward and down, trying to make her bow. She arched back to try and keep her centre of balance which made her dizzy with embarrassment as it projected her bust forward and made it look like she was displaying them. The curve was now apparent from even through the sweater, which was no easy feat. Their weight made them want to divide on her chest, causing her to put her arms forward as if she was about to try and catch something awkwardly. Her nipples finally softened indicating it was over...for now.
They had no idea the origin of the spell, and to Cello it appeared contagious! But that made no sense. Trying to keep as level headed and logical as she could, Minuet explained that wasn't how the harps worked. It was a spell not a virus, it had to be placed on people, it couldn't just spread from person to person. That meant someone had control of the harps and was using it on these girls...but why? It hit three people seemingly after making contact with Cello, but Cello herself was immune. Ironic, the only one who truly wanted larger breasts is the only one without. It certainly did sound viral though, Minuet admitted. The times they each caught it was different, each when they got within a foot distance of Cello. Minuet felt weird then too, but the actual growth didn't happen till she seen Bell. Minuet sat down carefully, with her chair pulled back so her chest didn't rub the table. She needed to brainstorm, but to get the ball rolling she also took out her cell phone and called her friend Lyra. Minuet knew all the old stories and legends, but Lyra knew where the harps actually were. Lyra has used the actual harps before! Minuet told her to get to the school as quickly as possible, giving only the briefest description of the situation over the phone.
Cello slipped into the bathroom in the meantime to check on Carol. She was expecting to find her hidden a bit better in a stall, not standing in front of a mirror. Carol did not have the strength to hold her monumental mounds up for any length of time so she rest them in the sink as she examined herself, but then they filled the sink...and then they overfilled the sink. Each about the size of a watermelon but only half as firm, they billowed over either side of the sink. Cello froze like a deer in headlights, not knowing how to react.
Carol just smiled timidly. "Come closer, I don't bite. A little much aren't they? I always wondered what it would be like to have bigger boobs and well, here they are! I uh...might need your help getting home. Or a wheelbarrow at least."
"Minuet has a friend with a past in magic so...just stay here for now, we will hopefully figure this out and fix it soon. Hopefully you don't get too much bigger in the meantime."
"Actually I think I topped off."
"Huh?"
"I came here to run cold water on 'em to cool off, and I discovered looking into the mirror seemed to have some connection to the growth, but-" She looked at the reflection of her cleavage and then back to Cello. "It stopped having an effect."
Cello had to think about that. Minuet felt weird when they met but didn't grow till she seen Bell, and Carol grew more when she looked at herself in the mirror. But then how did Carol start growing in the first place with no one else affected to look at? Carol snapped her fingers to bring Cello back to reality, and Cello blushed as she realised she had spaced out thinking while gawking into the cavernous cleavage. Carol said it was fine and offered to let her touch. Cello was going to decline but Carol already gently took her hand and placed it on her left breast. Cello felt the curve, pushing in a bit to feel its elasticity. The spell grew them but did not alter their strength, shape, or consistency at all when it did so. They were soft enough to press in quite far but were quick to bounce back into their original shape. Carol moaned and asked Cello to tug her nipples. Cello felt a bit guilty for feeling her up and went along. Carol bent back and managed to heave the huge melons out with her back alone but then bent back forward and grabbed the bottoms with her hands to hold them up. From the sides it looked like the soft mass ate her hands, they sunk into her breasts deep enough to only be visible from the front. Cello blushed brightly and completely forgot herself in the sight of the huge breasts and went to work kneading the flesh around, and tugging the nipples. Carol enticed her to keep going further, pressing her assets closer and closer. Cello kissed and pressed her face into the soft cleavage, and was eventually toppled over by Carol. Carol got on top of her and went down to kiss her, causing her huge breasts to smother Cello's and spill out over the sides and pin her arms down before their lips met.
Cello gasped as Carol's hand worked its way to the crotch of her pants. "Woah! Wait, no! Too much! Time out, I am...I am not that kind of girl"
Carol smiled. "Oh come now, you were enjoying it."
"Y-yes, but I didn't meant for this, and this is as far as I go!"
Carol tried another pass but Cello aggressively squirmed free, which was no easy task with another woman plus two twenty pound boobs pinning her. Carol stood up again with her and still tried to advance. There was something about the look in her eyes that told Cello she wasn't herself. She dashed back out of the bathroom, hoping that was as far as Carol would follow and went back to see the others. Lyra had arrived now, and while Minuet seemed the same size- Bell was rebuilding her book fort as her boobs had grown again, matching Carol before she overflowed the sink. Lyra had mid length raven hair with a streak of cyan. A bit shorter than Cello, with D cup breasts, a full tattoo sleeve and pierced nipples that were just barely visible through her shirt. The introductions were kept brief. Bell slid her shelter over to sit awkwardly close to Cello. Lyra explained that her older cousin Melody went to this school, and found the twin harps of the fallen God. Lyra herself had used it on rare occasion and had read through the entire dirge of the dead God, but found nothing that would do something like this. There was no contagious spells! If they didn't know better it would seem Cello was behind it, but she wasn't and had never been to the harps in the first place to be able to. There was an awkward silence between them as they tried to figure this out in their heads. The harps could do all sorts of magic but they can't reverse effects if they don't fully know what they are.
Both Bell and Minuet seemed to break the silence, moaning in perfect harmony without meaning to. The book pile pushed over as Bell's breasts started to swell out in all directions, exposing her impressive nipples to open air now, as her shirt remains looked like little more than a bib on her. Breathless moans followed as her breathing became rapid, the sensations bombarding her.
"Oooh...they are so fat...but, they feel so great! I can't stay like this though! Unless...do you...like them?"
Cello slid her chair back without a response and backed away, afraid Bell would make a move like Carol did. She looked to Minuet who was hunched over completely in her chair with Lyra patting her back to comfort her. Her breathing remained laboured longer than Bell's. When she sat up again it was obvious why- her breasts actually tightened the front of her huge sweater! They might actually be bigger than Carol's now! Under the surface beads of sweat tickled the soft flesh- it was tremendously hot in the sweater confines now.
Still a bit out of breath, Minuet spoke up, again trying to keep as level headed as she could. "I think I diagnosed the effects fully. Still no idea what caused all this in the first place, but most of this can be traced to a spell or effect the harps CAN do, and thus, undo." She took a deep breath and spoke as plainly as possible. "I find Cello very attractive, and find my thoughts drifting to breasts. These effects start on proximity to Cello, and only affect women. The bigger the breasts get, the stronger the mental effect. Notice how Carol stopped growing, but Bell is still growing? I also grow exponentially more than they do per spurt. Carol was curious about having bigger tits, and Bell didn't care, and I dislike the idea. The farther the person is from being enamored with Cello and obsessed with boobs, the bigger they grow and the stronger the spell becomes. Which means, I believe..."
Lyra nodded. "No one has a spell on them, except Cello. Its an effect she is having on those around her. I am not sure I can undo that though. I can counterbalance the spells on the individuals, but I am not sure there is a spell to actually break the effect coming from Cello...without experimentally mixing melodies anyway, and that's...really dangerous. Also...my nips are diamonds so I think its effected me now too..."
Without warning Bell smooshed her boobs into Cello's backside and wrapped her arms around her, pinning her arms at her sides. It was already too late when Cello noticed Carol had left the bathroom to come after her, the obsession winning the fight with her modesty.
Minuet bit her lip a bit. "They won't let us take Cello, we will have to work remotely from the harps." Lyra and Minuet went to leave for the harps, as the only way to save any of these girls. "Just don't think about Cello or breasts and you should be fine Lyra. Or, you know, how jiggly they are, and soft and things like that...the soft curves..."
Lyra turned to see Minuet had slowed down considerably, and was breathing heavier. Her nipples were stone hard again and the tickling pulses starting up.
Minuet looked back at the other two mashing their breasts into either side of Cello. "Uhm...I am pretty damn huge, I don't know if I can climb. Maybe I would just slow you down..."
Lyra smiled at the absurdity of it all, placing a hand on her hip and noticing an extra jiggle in her own shirt. "Just ask yourself one thing- will you regret doing it, or regret not doing it?"
Minuet grinned knowingly back. "What's regret?"
"Heh. I will call you when I get to the chamber of the harps."
Carol eased Cello into a chair, though held her down by the shoulders. "Hold on, don't freak out. I won't do anything if you really don't want but...I think you do want it."
Cello shook her head. "I mean... I don't know! I have no idea where this spell came from or why, and you're one to talk- you don't want it! The spell just makes you think you do!"
Bell laughed. "You don't think we figured that much out already? We know ourselves a bit better than that. But, I think I know what Carol is getting at. We don't normally want this, but we DO want it NOW. It will be fun and pleasurable now, so why not? We are alive now, why not live now. I mean, boobs were just sort of there for me, I never really gave them much thought but...mmm.." She grabbed them from below, squeezing two fat armfuls of her fat mountains. "They feel so amazing! I know I could never live like this, I mean I can barely stand, but it feels soooo good right now I can't bring myself to give a shit."
Bell moaned loud and long as her nipples stuck out like arrows. Her breasts jiggled around on their own like a sloshing water balloon as they swelled still larger, surpassing Carol. Shiny with perspiration, so smooth and perfectly formed. She leaned forward to let them hang and grow unhindered by anything, but mostly did it because they were ridiculously oversensitive when they grew. She had to keep a hand on the table because her back couldn't possibly support that position anymore, and fell heavily into the chair after. Her breasts made a loud smack as they flopped down into her lap, taking up the entire thing. Bell was in a haze of pleasure and in spite of three people watching, only one hand returned to her breasts- the other slipped into her pants under the already dark wet patch.
Cello blushed as Bell felt up her breasts openly, flicking her impressive nipples and watching them rebound like a door stopper. Cello turned to Carol. "W-what do they feel like, now that they are so big?
Carol shrugged, causing the bloated hills to ripple with motion. "Normal, sort of. They are ultra sensitive when they grow but once they settle again they feel like they used to. There is more nerves but my hands are still the same size so I can still only grab so much. But it's more than that...the weight as a constant reminder, the feeling of being so huge, so...womanly? I know that's a sort of dated way of thinking but I can't help feeling that way. They are so embarrassing, so FAT! Bloated and obscene, but...that sort of makes it even hotter! Maybe I have some suppressed bondage thing, because I sort of like being anchored down and trapped by these things!"
Everyone looked to Minuet who was sweating and breathing heavily, clutching her chest. They asked if she was OK and she countered with her own question- will they keep their mouths shut about this? If they promised to never mention it again to anyone, Minuet would stop fighting it right now. She knew its triggers, so she could deliberately set it off. Her heart was hammering and she knew she would probably do it regardless of what they said. Her breasts already filled her lap when sitting which meant she matched Bell. She stood when the growth hit her. Because she was deliberately thinking about breasts and not trying to fight the growth it swept over her and overwhelmed her entire body in moments. Her legs shook as miniature orgasms rocked her and she fell to her hands and knees with a blissful smile even as she was panting from the heat. Her breasts and overstuffed sweater already touched the soft library carpet! The faux wool creaked as it stretched. It felt like there was a river of sweat running town the valley of cleavage she had hidden within- she could see down it from the already huge collar of the sweater and it looked like a chasm without end. Minuet had to sit up on her knees, because her breasts were starting to push her up better than her arms were. Her heavy breathing and breathless moans fogged up her own glasses. She started to jerk from side to side from the sensation of her tight sweater. She grabbed at the still loose bottom and wanted so bad to yank it off and be done with it, but did not want the repercussion of exposing herself. But that seemed silly in a situation like this. What she really wanted, was to see this sweater lose. To break it with her body and show it she cannot be contained! The other girls watched in frozen awe as with each exhale the titanic breasts came closer and closer to touching the floor, even with her back arced as far as it could go. Less and less fabric hung loose below them as it was dragged up to compensate the lack of room. The sweater was well worn so holes started to appear here and there across the tightest point in the middle. Soft, tender pink skin bulged out of each hole obscenely as her bosom demanded more space, flushed bright pink with arousal and sensitivity. She started grunting, as if trying to force the growth out faster, to free herself of the sweater. The bottoms of her breasts were flat on the ground, keeping her in her arched back pose all on their own. Even with the sweater between, the soft fat tits dragging further out as they bloated across the carpet felt so good! With a ripping sound and a sudden jerk the holes grew in size and sent the breasts wobbling anew. Soon pin holes became the size of fists and everyone else leaned back, afraid of the violent explosion any more pressure could induce. On her knees, her breasts were taller than she is! It almost looked like she was struggling to breath at all but all her inward gasps turned to one powerful exhaled cry of bliss as her thighs trembled, her jeans darkened at her crotch and her sweater exploded as her mind blanked of all but lust in one final surge! Minuet's final size once broken free was tremendous- the size of tires on construction machines! Even if she stood up, and her breasts still rest on the floor, the tops would be level with her collar.
Minuet was wide eyed and panting, gawking at her own tits as her pussy drooled, she was completely overwhelmed! Bell reached around from behind and cupped Cello's breasts by surprise but received no resistance. Bell slipped her top off and Carol worked the pants and panties down. How could Cello resist now? They were not attached to her but holy cow, the huge tits were most certainly present! They were amazing to behold, never mind touch, and revel in...rub against..worship! Once she was nude Bell spun Cello around suddenly and planted a long, deep kiss on her while she gazed into her golden eyes. The confusion and worry in her eyes was cute, and the arousal and want was the green light she sought. Bell and Cello stumbled back from Bell's off-balance and Cello had the softest imaginable landing right into Minuet's boobs! The smooth, taught, and sweaty flesh allowed her to slide deep into the cleavage with little resistance as the pillowy masses smothered her on all sides! Bell leaned over them and rest her own breasts on them, with her prodigious nipples pointing at Cello's face for a less than subtle hint. Cello nibbled and flicked the nipples with teeth and tongue, and the breast-on-breast touching was heavenly! Not wanting to be left out, Carol mashed her own breasts between the floor and Minuet's, so she could get at Cello's still exposed pussy, plump with desire. Bell's breasts covered her face, Minuet her body and Carol's endowments pressed her inner thighs! Cello was completely buried in slick, soft, fat boobs! She clenched her eyes shut as her muscles tightened from pleasure overload.
Cello screamed out her pleasure and exploded liquid love all over the chamber floor as she opened her eyes quickly and realised she was somewhere else entirely. Lyra cleared her throat, and waited for her to collect herself, trying to call as little attention to the fact she was butt naked as possible. Lyra crossed her arms under breasts that were at least a cup size larger than before- now her nipple rings were visible through the shirt easily. Cello was dizzy, her vision a bit blurry and she stood shakily with an arm across her chest and hand in front of her womanhood, in the best attempt of modesty she could muster.
"Where are we? What happened?"
"The chamber of the harps...and I didn't summon you here...HE did."
Cello visibly shook in fear and gasped at the sight of a titanic skull floating at the far end of the chamber over a chasm. Swathed in blue soulfire it gazed at the two of them. "You wish to undo what you have done?"
"M-me? How did I do all this?"
"You sung the notes of several songs together, and created a rather potent melody of your own design. Others shared your desire for breasts, but with a libido enhancing tune and breast expansion, the effects all played off of one another."
Lyra furrowed her brows. "Sung the songs? From her dream right? But that should be impossible. I have played the songs on other instruments, even other harps and they do nothing."
Cello nodded, temporarily forgetting her nakedness and dropping her arms. "And how did I have dreams of this place and accurate songs if I have never even been here before?!" She looked around quickly, trying to take in as much of her surroundings as she could without being rude to the spirit of the God Harm.
Harm chuckled. "Impossible for a human, yes. You remember nothing consciously, eh, brother? Cello is the reincarnation of the God Monious- my other half. I was never buried, so my soul remains here in limbo. Monious was laid to rest, so his soul passed on, and was reborn...as you."
There was a very long pause as Cello tried to process that information, and figure out if it was joking as some form of test. "So I am...a God?"
"Your power will only be half of what it once was, and you were never indestructible or anything- as our deaths attest. I imagine your strength to be equal to these harps. As you have no memory of how to use them though...I suggest you take the dirge of the dead God, and use it as your own spell book. Your voice can do everything these harps can."
With a brief lesson, Harm negated the spell Cello placed on herself unintentionally, which ripples out to revert the other girls to their normal forms and state of mind. They had to scramble down to the changing room and loot lockers for tops, and the janitor was upset when he had to let them out of a school that was supposed to be closed by then. Cello wore an outfit just like the one she stripped out of, but built it from thin air and shaped it on her voice. She stood on the side of the mountain at the mouth of the chamber the ancient harps slept in and looked up at the silver sky. With a loud, sharp whistle a huge crack appeared down the middle of the clouds and the sunlight started to filter down onto the city.
Cello just smiled. "This will be fun..." |
Botched Summoning Andi knocked over yet another candle. “Oh, for fuck’s sake!” She scolded herself, bending down to set it back in its place. Everything had to be just right, or it wouldn’t work. Pulling the book out again she checked and rechecked the lines and placement of each of the other candles, then there were the runes that she’d drawn carefully with a brush. She couldn’t afford a smudge. The dog-eared page under her fingers showed the wear of the countless times she’d gone over it.
Finally, she sat back on her heels, almost falling over onto another of the purple candles. “Shit.” She made sure it was still in the right spot on the giant plywood sheet she’d painstakingly painted and prepared. The dark smears of blood, leftover from her work at the meat counter, barely showed against the black paint. She hoped pig’s blood would do. The book hadn’t been specific and she remembered something from high school biology about pigs being a good analogue for people in research, so hoped it would work here too.
She glanced around the basement, the dim light reflecting the objects around her under an old single bulb, and the dying light from a pair of small smoked windows that sat high along the walls. She’d brought down some of her stuff. Dark posters, paintings, a few extra candles, all to make the room have more of the vibe she wanted. She hoped it was enough.
Instinctively she glanced up the stairs. Her parents weren’t home, but the habit of watching for them constantly never quite left her. This was her only space away from them, as neither cared much for coming down here. She just made sure they didn’t know she was down here either. It was her private space away from their pry eyes and ears. They’d freak, of course, if they knew what she was doing. They had just thought her fascination in the occult was a phase to wait out. They were wrong, of course, they usually were, but she knew eventually they were going to kick her out for college or to get her own place, and then she probably wouldn’t have the space or time to do this.
*** *** ***
She set the book on a shelf alongside the lighter for the grill, and settled herself next to the circle to wait. The light from the windows was quickly fading as the sun set. There would be no moon tonight, she’d checked the calendar to ensure that. Pulling the chain from the bulb above her she slowly let the light fade around her, every light in the house extinguished as darkness began to engulf her, the vestiges of soft purples and oranges that marked twilight slipping away into inky darkness.
The room fully darkened she reached for the lighter, and lit it. The flicker of the flame illuminating the darkness enough for her to see the small incense burner formed in ghastly shape in the center of the circle. A small taper hung from the edge. She took lighter and set the flame to the small wick, letting it smolder, the herbs beginning to put forth a dark incense as she went about the circle lighting each candle in turn before returning the lighter to the shelf.
Clearing her throat, she paused. She’d memorized the chant, it wasn’t long, and soon it rolled off her tongue, echoing against the concrete foundations of the house.
“Iseray emonday ofway ethay abyssway! Iway indbay ouyay! Omecay orthfay andway ebay ymay ervantsay! Iseray emonday! Iway indbay ouyay! Omecay otay ymay allcay!”
She sat back in silence, waiting. Nothing. She held her hands aloft, repeating the chant. Still nothing. A part of her felt crushed, knowing it would be too good to be true. That she would find a way to summon a real demon. Another part of her, the rational part of her mind, chided her for even believing in magic. She tried to ignore the disappointment that welled up inside her. Instead, she reached back to check the book again. Maybe she’d done something wrong?
Turning, her knee lifted, knocking one of the candle’s askew, spilling wax on the painted plywood, the flame dancing and flickering before the wax dribbled over the wick and snuffed out the light.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk. That wasn’t smooth.” The voice was many things all at once. It was thick and sultry, yet soft and alluring, almost like music, but it carried menace and power too. It was not like any voice Andi had ever heard.
Andi froze. The room was dark, save for the remaining candles, but they were not enough to see into the inky darkness behind her. But she thought, just maybe, that she saw something sitting atop the old freezer chest in the corner. “Who’s there?” She asked, her voice timid and quaking.
“My, my, my, you beg for one such as I to come, and yet you do not recognize me what I appear? What a world are we living in now?” The voice oozed with confidence as it mocked her.
The room was warming now, and Andi could feel the sweat on her brow. Part of her wanted to run. Part of her wanted to stay. None of her could move from where she sat. “Are you the demon I summoned?” She asked quietly.
“Summoned?” The voice repeated. “Oh, no, you did not summon me. You haven’t the power to do that, little mortal. No, I came because your little charade piqued my interest and, well, it’s been a while since someone tried.” Red eyes gleamed out of the darkness.
“But I followed the book.” Andi stammered, as if trying to convince herself that she was in control. She looked for the book, but it was no longer sitting on the shelf where she’d left it. “The book…” The book flew out of the darkness and landed in front of her knees. There was a laugh, both exquisite and fearsome. “That drivel? It looks as if someone plagiarized that pious fool, Guazzo, and rewrote the proper Latin spell of binding as English Pig-Latin. Come now, do you really think that Pig-Latin is the language of the Lords of the Damned? Don’t look surprised. Latin wouldn’t have worked either. We are far older than that too. Oh, I guess if you tried Aramaic, it might have worked, then again.”
Andi swallowed hard. “So, it’s not a summoning spell?”
The laughter was loud this time, a deep belly laugh. “Child, that is no more a summoning spell than a nursery rhyme, and only half as well written! Look here, let me read it to you in your own tongue.” The being cleared its throat and recited. “Rise demon of the abyss! I bind you! Come forth and be my servant! Rise demon! I bind you! Come to my call!” The eyes looked back at Andi; the voice remarked “See what I mean? Drivel. Complete and utter drivel.”
She could feel her knee shaking under the palms of her hands. “But you’re here, though, aren’t you?”
“I am, but only to sate my curiosity.” The voice carried a mirthful tone.
A shiver rolled through the young woman, the voice gave her a tremendous sense of unease, as if the humor in the situation were one-sided, and lost upon her. She worried now what the demon’s game was. She stared at it now, the eyes hovering above the chest, a vague shadow in the darkness. Suddenly she realized the demon wasn’t where she expected at all. “Wait, why aren’t you inside the circle?” She asked.
The demon sighed. “Because, you mortal fool, the purpose of the circle is to protect you from me, not me from you. Had you cast a real spell of summoning and bound me properly, then yes, I might find myself trapped in there. If you could hold me. But the circle isn’t for me. It never was. This is a circle of protection, not of binding. It was meant for you, the summoner to prevent me from doing what I will to you.”
“Wait, there are different circles? I don’t understand.” Fear gave way to cautious curiosity; the verbosity of the demon was surprising. It made no move yet to do anything, for now it seemed pleased to talk.
“Obviously.” It stated flatly, agreeing that she did not understand.
“But…” Andi started.
The demon interrupted her. “Oh, stop, I’m not here to answer infinite questions to sate your curiosity. I am here to sate mine. For your sake I will say that you would never have succeeded. Nor would you even if you had the right spell, for you didn’t even bother to call for a specific demon. You must name us, if you are to bind us. I mean, really, is it so hard for one of you little mortal beings to figure that out? Old de Plancy did, well enough that he got a few of our names right, even if he made up most of the titles that he gave us.”
“Who is… Dee Pants Cee?”
“That’s de Plancy. This is rich. You really didn’t even do a basic study did you? You have absolutely no idea what you’re doing! This is so cute!” The demon chortled, the elegant voice echoing about the room.
Andi screwed up her courage. “But I wanted to make a bargain.”
The laughter stopped, and a softness returned to the voice. “Ah, now there’s the right language!” The was a snap, and the light over their heads turned on, bathing them both in the soft electric glow. The demoness smiled. “I don’t mind the dark, it’s good for theatrics, but honestly it’s a bit over dramatic, don’t you think?” “Um,” Andi started at her. She’d seen the red eyes, but other than that the figure that sat there looked very much liked a well-dressed woman, perhaps about thirtyish, in casual business attire. Her long dark hair pulled into a bun, and she wore a stylish set of high heels that tapped lightly against the freezer as she swung her crossed legs a bit. “You don’t look much like a demon.” Andi remarked rudely.
“Have you ever seen a demon?” The woman asked, watching Andi shake her head. “No, I didn’t think so.” The woman rolled her red eyes. “Mortals, always wanting proof. Okay, fine, I’ll bite, well metaphorically for now. As a precursor to our bargain, I guess I can give you a taste.”
Andi worried about the way the woman stressed the word bargain, but watched curiously as the woman hopped down off the freezer and started to strip off her clothing. “Don’t you, um, transform them with you?” She asked curiously, watching the skirt hit the floor revealing shaven legs that any model would kill to have.
“Look, magic is great and all, but it’s hard on the dry cleaning. Let me do this my way. I really don’t want to ruin my favorite outfit for your entertainment, you aren’t worth it. You’re lucky I’m willing to do this at all for you.” The woman chided her as she folded the blouse and skirt neatly on the freezer, leaving herself in black lingerie that stood out against her soft golden skin tone. This too she quickly removed, and her hair tumbled down from the bun as she pulled the pins from it. She was flawless underneath, perhaps of Mediterranean heritage, with long dark hair that now cascaded down her back, and a shapely hour glass figure most women would kill for. The perky breasts hung perfectly, neither overly large, nor small, just peak perfection as the nipples stood out on symmetrical areolas, hard in the cool air of the basement.
Andi felt a twinge of jealousy at the sight of the woman’s breasts, they were far nicer than her own. She resisted the urge to look down her own shirt at the twins she carried on her twenty-year old chest, but it would only depress her.
“Okay, mortal…” She stepped forward into the space between them.
“It’s Andi.” Andi interrupted.
The woman’s eyes rolled again, something that seemed to be happening a lot. “Alright, fine, Andi. Now watch and for the love of darkness be quiet for a few moments so I can concentrate.”
She spread her hands out and raised them towards the beams that ran overhead. There were sparkling lights that soon became small motes, turning red and purple as they wove about her. Tremors began to run through the woman’s body.
At first there seemed to be little change, until one leg kicked out, and in a flash the toes curled under into a thick cloven hoof, dark and hard it set down on the concrete flooring. The other leg followed suit soon after, leaving her standing on the new cloven hooves, her legs slowly resculpting, thicker and more muscular, though losing none of the shapely feminine softness that made them so stunning. Andi could see her hips curving out more, her backside swelling to match. Behind her a long sinuous tail erupted, spade tipped and swishing as it grew longer. Her mound swelled up, the lips peaking through the space between those muscular thighs, pulled slightly apart to reveal the dark hooded clitoris waiting excitedly. Upwards the motes and tremors raced across her body as her abs went from soft to sculpted, while her breasts ballooned outwards, doubling then tripling in size, yet losing none of that delectable firmness. Her hands were next as fingers stretched, and nails grew into long black talons that gleamed dully from each quadruple jointed digit. They flexed experimentally, curling into her palms and out again.
The demoness threw her head back, as two large dark horns spiraled out from the sides of her head. Dark and heavy, like the horns of a ram, they obscured the elongating points of her ears. Behind her rose the shadow of two great bat wings, spreading as wide as the room.
The demoness grinned at Andi now, who sat enraptured by the changes in front of her eyes, barely noticing the long sharp eye teeth hidden between sensual lips. “Almost done.” She panted, her long tongue hanging free as the last changes rippled through her.
Her body began to darken, most of her skin turning from sun-touched gold to a dusky red, but her intimate parts darkened further and Andi could clearly see the dark areolas and nipples, and the dark slash that ran between the plump dusky outer lips of the demoness vulva. A darkness that exuded a sent of sensuality and lust.
The motes faded away, ceasing their dance around the transformed demoness. She looked down at Andi who still knelt upon the floor. Her new body towering over the woman, as her demonic form was taller than that of her mortal shell. She tapped a long nail on her sharp teeth, as if testing them. “Satisfied?” She asked of Andi.
Andi just sat and started for a moment before stammering out a reply. “Um, yeah, I think so.”
The demon’s tail thrashed in exasperation. “You think so?” You’ve got a legitimate elder demoness of hell talking to you, and you just think you’re satisfied with the display? Damnation, don’t they teach you kids anything about fear, respect, general groveling anymore?” The demoness’ voice was a touch deeper than it had been, but it still carried that silky, sultriness that made it a joy to listen to, even if it was full of irritation.
Andi fumbled with anything to say, and instead said nothing as her mouth just kind of hung open.
The demoness folded her wings. “Forget it. I’ve shown you I’m real, that’s enough for your pea brain, isn’t it? Now, let’s get to bargaining.” “So, you, uh, give me what I want, and in exchange you get me soul, right? That’s how this works?” Andi said, hoping to show she knew something.
The demoness had clearly gotten sick of rolling her eyes and just hung her head slightly and shook it, muttering something about “Of all the mortals.” The motion made her generous breasts bounce in interesting and distracting ways. “No, that’s not how it works. What is with you mortals and the idea of souls? Quick tip, they’re not real, okay? They were made-up by the church. There’s no divine war for mortal souls between heaven and hell. It’s all a stunt to give the church control over your lives, to say that there’s something out there to work for or live for. The truth? Well, yes, there’s a heaven and hell, I’m proof enough of that, but there’s no after life for you. You’re just a bag of meat that exists for a while and then is gone. As for us? Those you call demons and angels? Well, we’re just acting on our natures. Some, like myself are diabolic, others are mischievous, and some are helpful and compassionate. We just do what we do, and we’re all basically the same beings, except we act according to the nature that guides us.”
“How do you tell each other apart then? Aren’t angels white with feathery wings and stuff?” Andi asked, curiously.
“Nope. Look, we’re all one group really, but there’s nothing uniform about us. I happen to look the part of what your society expects, most of us don’t.” The demoness thought for a moment. “Let me put it this way. Did you ever read the Bible? Good. Did you pay any attention to the actual descriptions given in the Old Testament to the beings they called angels? You know, the cherubim, the seraphim, all that stuff? Well, those descriptions are mostly accurate for them. I don’t know when your artists got the idea to make them into little flying babies with wings.” The demoness stopped herself there, and looked back down at Andi’s confused face. “Sorry, this isn’t supposed to be a lesson on interplanar physiology and theology. We’re here to strike a deal.”
“So how does this work then, if you don’t want my soul?” Andi asked, shifting slightly as her feet began to feel numb under her butt.
“I have some powers; magic if you will. They’re tied to the type of demon I am. Now, I can use these for your benefit. In exchange, I demand something of value from you that I want. You either pay, or I decide what to do with you as the forfeiter of the bargain.” The demoness’ red eyes glittered.
“So, if I can’t pay?” Andi’s mouth felt dry, she knew she should back away now. Demons always won in these stories, unless you were some fiddling phenom in Georgia.
The smile returned. “Why, then you’re mine.”
She had the good sense to finally look frightened as Andi felt the bottom fall out of her stomach. “But what if I don’t want to give you what you’re asking for?”
The demoness leaned down, her large breasts brushing right in front of Andi’s face as a single claw lifted the woman’s chin to look into those burning eyes. “Why, you can always counter with another offer, but one we’ve started bargaining, we must make a deal.”
Andi chewed on her lip for a moment, thinking it over. “When do we start?”
“We do we start?” Andi chewed her lip absently.
“We already have.” The demoness grin broadened as the realization dawned on Andi. The demoness slowly picked up each candle, and blew it out, setting the smoking stubs aside. She tapped her hoof on the plywood mess of paint, pig’s blood, and wax. “You’re going to want to burn this before people see it. I know some folks are a bit more tolerant of things now days, but it’s not been that long since they killed people for such things. A bit of free advice.”
“I’ve got a fire pit out back; I can burn it later tonight.” Andi said, nodding in agreement that she didn’t want her folks to find such a thing in their basement.
“Now, we’ve got lots of bargaining to do, is there someplace we can sit for a while? I’m getting tired of staring down at you, and basements are hardly comfortable at the best of times. Gloomy summoning is so last century.” She asked, looking up the stairs as she gathered up her carefully folded clothing and shoes.
Andi, completely at a loss for anything else, slowly stood up and led the demoness towards living room above them.
*** *** ***
The stairs were dark, but Andi climbed ahead of the demoness, feeling those dark eyes on her back. Appraising her. She wondered how old the demoness was, and what she’d gotten into. Opening the door, she entered the kitchen.
The demoness stopped her here upon spotting the kettle she insisted on starting some tea. Andi had to raid her mother’s special cabinet for the good stuff. No point using cheap tea bags. Instead, she pulled out some market spice tea and put it aside, ready to steep. Soon both women had piping hot cups of the delicious drink as they moved on into the living room.
The room wasn’t anything special, save that it was the only room with comfortable seating. Bland and suburban, its decor was uninspired and dated at the same time. This didn’t seem to bother the demoness who calmly tucked her tail over her arm and shifted her wings as she took a seat on the coach, letting her long legs stretched out across the sectional. It was so graceful that Andi barely understood how she could sit comfortably with those huge wings of hers, but it turned out they were very flexible as the demoness reclined comfortably to enjoy her tea.
Setting aside the cup for a moment, she looked over at Andi who had folded herself into the recliner, her legs tucked under her again. “Alright, Andi. You wanted to make a bargain. What is it that your little black heart really desires? What prompted you to risk summing a demon, hmm?”
The level of cordiality in the demoness’ voice, along with the natural pleasing tones, put Andi off guard. She tried to remember what she’d wanted, but came up blank. Why had she called for a demon? Just because she wanted to try? No. She must have had a reason. Finally, she just mumbled. “I really wasn’t entirely sure.”
“Really? You risked summoning a demon without knowing what you want? That’s very interesting, and if I must say not a very smart way to go into a bargaining match against a demon.” The demoness took another sip of her tea and uncrossed her legs, flashing her dark plump cunt at Andi, before she recrossed her legs, letting the cloven hooves rest upon the other end of the couch.
The eyeful of feminine space continued to distract Andi from the matter of a bargain. She shook her head to focus her thoughts. Why was that cunt so alluring? She wasn’t sure, but it was making it hard to think. “Well, I really didn’t know what you could do to help me, so it’s hard to ask for something if you don’t know what the other can do.”
The demoness drained away the last of her tea. “That may be that smartest thing you’ve said all evening. Yes, it is unwise to ask for that which one cannot give, and few are those who know what each demon’s power entails. Some of us can give quite a lot, some not as much. It all depends.”
Andi preened just a bit at the small compliment.
The demoness gave her a serious look. “Let’s see then, something you might want? I don’t think you’re being fully honest with me in not knowing though. It isn’t hard to deduce things. You’re young, what a score of years? And it’s a Friday night.” She lifted two fingers counting off the points, a third lifted as she continued. “And you are, to put it gently, less than attractive?”
Andi winced at the observation. The demoness wasn’t wrong. Her doughy look was far from a conventional beauty standard. She looked depressingly down at her flabby tits, small belly, and thick thighs that had gotten her teased unmercifully through middle school and high school. She’d stayed home from the prom, mostly because no one had even asked her. They all looked down on the short girl with the pudgy fingers. A single tear rolled down her cheek.
“You wish you were beautiful, don’t you? You wish you were able to lord it over all those girls who tormented you, and all the guys who rejected you?” The demoness could read her like an open book.
“Yeah, maybe if I were thin…” Andi trailed off.
“Oh, that can be arranged, it’s within my power, but it’s not all you want, is it? You’re missing something else, aren’t you?” The words slithered around the young woman, bringing her closer to the demoness’ power. She could taste the bargain now.
“I, uh, wish I was beautiful, and that people would want to have sex with me, and love me. Oh my God, I’m horny and I’m too ugly to even get the loser virgins to sleep with me. They’re all pining over those attractive girls that never want them, and they ignore me. I want them to know what they missed and I want them to suffer knowing.”
The demoness licked her lips. “Sex. Vengeance. These are things that I can help you with. Those males, typical, they think they’re entitled to something they’ll never get. But you? You’ve got an opportunity here. Do you really want them? No. I can see it in your eyes. You want more.”
“I want to be desired.” Andi sniffled. “Can you make me desirable to all men?”
The demoness eyed her empty mug, wishing she had another cup, before she answered. “All men? No. I may be good at my job, being a succubus and all, but all men? that is too much even for my powers. They are too varied in their tastes and what would bring one to his knees would turn away another. Oh, but I can make you attractive, maybe not a super model, but I can up your game several notches above anyone you went to school with. Or I can make you the perfect ideal for a single man, one man you might have your eye on? But you’d have to catch him yourself. There’s give and take in this magic. Just as I could give you gifts that would make you more appealing, I could give you gifts that would make you know unimaginable pleasures in the bedroom.”
Andi pondered for a few minutes. “What if I let you pick?”
“Me pick?” The demoness sputtered, caught off guard. “No one has ever handed the choice to the demon before. Why would you?”
The young woman shrugged. “You know men and you know sex better than I ever would. So, you would know best how to shape me.”
“Two smart statements in one night, and here I’d all but given up hope that you were redeemable. Perhaps I was wrong about you? But if that is what you wish, for me to shape you, I can do that.” If her eyes had been bright before, they shone now like fires as the magic began to rise, the bargain nearly complete.
“Then, would you?” She pleaded.
“That depends,” the succubus cooed. “Are you willing to pay my price?”
“Name your price, demon.” Andi said, as calmly as she could.
The demoness rubbed her chin a moment, the dark talons raking across the fine sculpted bone of her jaw, thinking of what price to extract.
Finally, she spoke. “I want payment in three parts. First you shall serve me for a year and a day. Consider it a probationary period. I shall teach you thinks that mortal women were not meant to know. You will bare my mark, now and forever, and each year hence you shall return to me, and serve me for one full day. This is the first payment.”
Andi nodded, waiting.
“Secondly, I will gather from you the energy I need to nourish myself. You shall bare no child, save at my pleasure, for your pleasure shall feed me. This is the second payment.” The tail on the couch thrashed as if in anticipation.
Andi’s face turned a bit pale, but she nodded again.
The demoness continued. “Third, you will grant unto me silence in all things. You shall never speak of this night, nor the changes or services which you render or I render on your behalf. This is the third payment.”
This Andi had expected and again she nodded her agreement. “Do you accept my terms?” She asked, her voice cool, predatory.
“What do you…” Andi started to asked, but found herself cut off.
“No. You either accept or you offer a counter. This is how these things work. Do you accept my terms?” The demoness was beginning to rise from her seat on the cough.
Andi scuffed her foot on the carpet, wondering if she should really do this. Binding herself to a demoness for her lifetime. But the lure of the beauty, the sex, the chance at revenge called to her and she breathed her response quietly into the night air. “I accept.”
The demoness clapped her hands. “The we have a bargain! I will shape you into a being of pure sexuality, and you will be bound by the terms of our contract.”
*** *** ***
She stepped lightly over to Andi, her hooves making little noise on the carpet as she reached down for her new servant. With little effort she pulled the short, fat woman from the chair and onto her feet. “Now strip.” It wasn’t a request.
Andi couldn’t disobey even if she wanted to. The magic was already gathering about her, she could feel it as she ditched the shapeless black clothes she had worn. Her undergarments quickly found the heap of clothing on the floor too.
The demoness prowled about her now, poking her here and there, occasionally hefting a breast of grabbing a handful of portions of her that jiggled. She clicked her tongue. “Well, I definitely have my work cut out for me.” Her fingers were already weaving together as she began to chant softly in a language that Andi had never heard before. Its soft lilting sounds were pleasant, but there was a hard edge to them that spoke of power. The motes of light returned, this time around spinning about Andi instead of the demoness. The young woman could feel the power now surging through the room, pressing in on her. It was as the magic was forcing her body into a mold, reshaping her. She could feel bones popping under the invisible forces as bits of her seemed to move and shift. It was an odd, and not entirely unpleasant sensation. Some moments she felt like parts of her were stretching other times like things were compressing. It was hard for her to follow, her body held almost rigid by the forces about her. She wanted to explore, to move her hands, but they didn’t respond.
A grimace crossed her face as she felt her waist buckle and pinch in. Relief followed as her hips pressed outward. She could feel her ass almost lifting, firming as it contoured to her new shape. She could just barely make out the swell of her breasts as they rose, swelling outward into large spheres, very different from the flabby sagging pair that had graced her chest before. Now they seemed like ripe melons that hung proudly out there, demanding touch and admiration. She could feel the cool air on her nipples, and the tight feeling that came as they hardened.
She giggled. She’d never been a giggler, but not it seemed to be right for her. She wanted to shake her head, but instead a wave of honey blonde hair cascaded down over her eyes, bouncing around her face. She blew a few strands out of her vision, wondering what had happened to her mousy brown hair in a boyish cut.
The motes were beginning to fade now, and the pressure was starting to release. Andi took a deep breath.
“Ah, that should do it.” The succubus smiled at her. It was a wicked and seductive smile, but it spoke of delicious carnal things to her. “I want to see!” The voice that came out of Andi’s mouth was higher, softer, and almost bubbly sounding. She might have even called it petulant in that moment.
“Oh yes, let’s get you to a mirror.” The demoness agreed.
The only mirror large enough was in the bathroom, and Andi wanted to dash to it, but her body still felt odd and she couldn’t run, only mince her steps as her hips swayed and her body shifted oddly with each movement as parts of her swung freely in ways she’d never felt before. But she enjoyed the sensation of her hips rocking back and forth, and she enjoyed the sigh of her enhanced bosom bouncing with each mincing step.
The mirror awaited. Her reflection was nothing like she had been expecting. Staring back from the mirror was a woman who couldn’t be her. The honey curls that floated about her head like a golden mane, rippling down her shoulders. Her breasts were mountainous, capped with perky thumb sized nipples and wide rosy areolas.
Her belly was tiny, just right, a soft smoothness she’d never known that sat between the narrowness of her new waist and the expanse of her new wide hips and bountiful backside, that demanded to a sexy smack just to watch it jiggle. All this trailed down to well sculpted legs that were marvelous to touch. Smooth and sleek, and just the right amount of toned.
Her skin was clear now too, free of blemishes save for a single mark. A large tattoo crossed the small of her back, just above her ass. A pair of bat-like wings that framed her ass nicely, centered on a seven- pointed star.
She turned about once more. “I’m…”
“A slut.” The demoness finished for her. “A slut?” The bubbly voice responded.
“You bet, feel for yourself.” The demoness snickered.
Andi’s fingers reached down between her legs, finding the mound of her sex. Already she could feel her clit rising, and the dampness was unmistakable as her body demanded satisfaction. Her nipples, already perky in the night air, tightened more in anticipation of her touch. She looked over herself a little longer, her fingers dancing between the cleft of her legs.
The demoness stood gazing quietly over her shoulder into the mirror. “Satisfied?” She asked.
“I… Yes. I am satisfied.” Andi had to admit that she was everything she wanted to be.
The demoness smiled and licked her lips. “Good, then there’s the matter of payment.”
Andi nodded dumbly. She was finding it increasingly hard to think. “Um, how do I pay?”
“I’ll think of ways. Some of it I have already taken care of. You can’t feel it, but there’s a small portal inside your vagina now. All that sexual energy you will be collecting? It will whisk away to me. But you needn’t worry your pretty, little head about such things. Your role will come naturally to you now. I promise.” The succubus cooed as she advanced on the reshaped woman, her energies in need to replenishment.
“Oh.” Andi’s mind couldn’t comprehend that complicated an idea now, she just knew that she was horny, and her body’s purpose was to fuck. She licked her lips, staring at the beautiful demoness before here. The glee on the demoness’ face was clear now. “I see my work is taking hold quite nicely. In a few minutes you’ll barely be able to recite your multiplication tables. A nice double bonus for this bargain. You won’t be able to tell of our agreement, even if you wanted to, and such vapid lusts will go a long way in getting me the semen I desire.”
“Huh?” Andi said dully, barely following the conversation now, her mind focused on the red-skinned woman who towered over her. The bounce of her breasts, the swing of her hips.
“Oh, don’t you worry about my little monologuing, Andi, dear. But there is the matter of your service, and I think we shall begin that right now.” Her hips shifted as she leaned back against the sink, her tail dancing in the air behind her. “Your parents won’t be back until after we’re gone, but there’s time to introduce you to the first of your new duties. Now kneel.” It wasn’t a request, as her voice cracked like a whip.
Andi nodded, her mind clouded over with thoughts of sex and service to her mistress. She didn’t notice the collar that appeared about her neck, or the chain that ran from it to her mistress’ hand. She barely registered as she felt the hard cold pinch of metal through her nipples, only squeaking in pleasure as two golden hoops pierced the erect tips. Instead, she sank down in front of the demoness.
Andi’s cognitive abilities were slipping fast. She could function, but even basic associations were starting to become hard. She didn’t care. She wanted sex, and that was all she wanted. She started into the dark mound that lay spread before her, drool starting to dribble down her chin as she hungered to taste the dark nectar. Her tongue ached in anticipation.
“That’s a good slave.” The succubus said softly. “Now service your mistress. I command it.” A hoofed leg straddled over Andi’s back and pulled her in. The dark, warm folds were thick about Andi’s mouth as she delicately slid her tongue into the depths of her mistress. Licking, lapping, swirling around the demonically warm lips and clit.
The demoness threw back her head and enjoyed the initial probing of her sex, but she knew it was time to finish the job. Slowly she slipped her long tail around Andi’s rounded backside, her body bobbing up and down slightly. Some demonesses preferred to grow a cock for such occasions, but she preferred the use of her tail. Letting it slid into her new servant, a carnal consummation of their contract.
Andi’s body shivered as she felt the tail rub against her own thighs, rubbing back and forth against her own increasingly slick folds. Moaning slightly from her place within her mistresses’ folds. There was a slight bucking as she felt the tail penetrate her, driving her own body to distraction. It drove upwards, deep inside her to places she’d never dared penetrate even on her own. It felt so good, she only wanted more of it, her body warming.
There was a tug on the chain. “You do not orgasm until I do, slave.”
Andi whined, desperate for release from the pressure building within herself. She returned to her duties, her longer tongue probing, her fingers now working to bring her mistress to orgasm, just so she could feel her own release. She needed release. She inhaled the intoxicating scent from the demoness, the musk driving her wilder and wilder as her body bounced upon the tail.
The demoness smiled, knowing she was close. She could feel the warmth of her latest victim’s breath upon her hot glistening pussy, it’s dark folds willing and eagerly receiving the attention. So too could she feel her tail sliding in and out of the woman’s gushing cunt, the muscles pressing down, ready to explode.
“I am not there yet, slave, and if you orgasm before me, there will be punishments. Do you understand?” The demoness’ voice bit hard through Andi’s conscious mind, what remained of it anyway. A whimper, and a whine as she pushed herself harder to touch, taste, and tease every inch of her mistress’ nether parts as the demoness moaned. The hoof over her shoulder holding her tight to the dark cleft that almost burned. The thick thighs wrapped around her face, as she drove deeper into the pulsing hot mound. Her tongue, it seemed, had lengthened, letting her probe farther into the darkness.
The demoness began to buck and moan in concert with the flicks of her novice’s tongue, her fingers curling down into her slaves’ hair, feeling the first small nubs hidden deep under the honey golden locks. They weren’t much, just enough to mark the woman forever in pact with the dark forces, perhaps in time she’d grow a small tail to match from that delicious ass that bounced upon the tip of her tail.
The echoing unholy scream that came from the demoness cracked the mirror as she arched her back and thrust her pelvis hard against Andi’s face, even as Andi’s own climax drove through like a freight train. They creased into the demonically enhanced orgasms, each feeling their bodies writhe in ecstasy, and for Andi, her live slipped from her grasp forever as her eyes became an inhuman icy blue.
Both women, the demoness and bimbo, came up panting and flushed from the experience. The demoness took the sticky chin of her new minion into her long-fingered hand. “That was a good first time, my little slut, but now? We must broaden your horizons. Shall we try it with some tentacles?” A wicked grin crossed her face as her fingers fused into a single long tentacle, its length stretching outward coated in viscous goo. Andi licked her own lips and turned, wiggling her tattooed ass in the direction of her mistress, happy to comply with whatever sexy desire her dark mistress wanted. Her life as a demonic minion getting off to a very arousing start. |
(M tf Goodra, F merge Mothim, both liquid inflation & growth)
Grey was a pokemon trainer, once. In his old age he has long since put his years of battling behind him. He never looked at trainer battles the same way again after a fateful encounter with a Goodra many years ago. He tried to diversify his team by capturing a Goodra, but in trying to teleport him to the pokemon to surprise it- his Abra unintentionally teleported him INTO the Goodra. He used a Gardevoir to try and swap Water Absorb onto himself in an attempt to use the rain to heal him, but the healing did not function like that. He ultimately made the situation considerably worse- his body absorbed all water it made contact with. It is an Ability, not a skill, so he had no way of turning it off again. Grey unintentionally annihilated half of the city just trying to desperately escape the rain that was swelling him, and eventually was saved by a fluke after bursting from over-pressure!
Now he looks out over the ocean from the side of a cruise ship, wondering what life had been like if that never happened. The experience of being fused with a pokemon and the fear of someone somehow figuring out that it was Grey who caused several millions of dollars worth of property damage caused him to become very skittish about using pokemon at all. He soon after stopped training and battling entirely. He still has his partner pokemon, but they basically only ever hang out and chill- no battles. Now Grey's hair matches his name. His youth has passed him by, but he regrets backing off from battling. He is too old now to keep up with the new meta and all these fancy new Gen9 pokemans. A weedcat, Jojo's bizarre duck, and a walking pepper. Back in his day, pokemon only came in three shades of green! Grey is envious of his wife Zie- she is almost the same age as he is, but she is much more full of energy and very much still a pokemon trainer. In fact- that is why she is not at his side right now. She is on the ship... somewhere. She ran off to find people to fight while Grey just enjoys the view and mourns his lost youth.
There was several other cruise ships in the area- announcing the start of another generation of pokemon has caused a lot of people to start adventures in previous regions, which caused a spike in activity. You actually could not see that far out over the ocean without another ship interrupting the view. It is off the coast of Unova, so it is a very populated area even when it isn't busy. Grey grunt in frustration at the sight of all the younger couples, and the sounds of all the pokemon battles on the various ships. That's it! He is going to fix this! He stormed back to his and Zie's room and used the laptop to access Zie's pokemon storage . She had almost one of every pokemon in existence by now... which means she has a Celebi. Grey released Celebi and told it his dilemma. He needed its power over the flow of time, to undo his age! He commanded the mythic pokemon to make him young again! Restore his body to a previous point in time!
Celebi looked uncertain, but then nodded and concentrated very hard. For a moment everything flashed black and white and pixelated, then back again. Grey started to feel strange. He started to feel more awake more.... alive! His hair started to darken from grey to black! The lines in his face became shallow and faded away entirely as his skin felt more taught and elastic again! His bones no longer ached! He even gained an inch in height back! He jumped up and down and clapped for Celebi!
"Oooh man! Thank you! This is awesome. I can finally do all the things I missed out on because I wimped out after the.... well, y'know, THAT incident."
Celebi did not know, but he nodded along anyway.
"I don't even have my pokemon here with me, I will borrow some of Zie's pokemon I guess to fight with while on this trip. Boy my pokemon are going to be hype when they see me though. We are back in the game baby!"
As he was typing on the laptop to scroll through the storage collection, he furrowed his brows at the sight of his fingers. They were looking a bit puffy? He held his hand up and watched it as his digits slowly swelled up and his skin started to turn peach. As soon as his skin started to turn, he immediately knew what was happening. Grey looked quickly at Celebi.
"Wait, did you restore me to when I was fused with Goodra?!"
Celebi did not know that ever happened to know if he did or not- also he is a pokemon so he can't talk to properly reply in the first place. It just shrugged and shook its head, nervously.
"Shiiiiiit, shitshitshitshitshit, I need to find Zie fast! Your her pokemon, she will know how to properly direct you. I don't have enough gym badges."
When he was on the deck earlier, he was glad the sky was overcast- the sun hurts his eyes. But now it made him nervous- it could start raining any minute and if he returns to his fused state- he will absorb the water again! He almost grabbed his cane when heading out but realized he no longer needed it. He could feel his toes plumping up in his shoes even faster than his fingers are, and starting to fuse together. Luckily, rather than cramp and burst out of his shoes they just filled his shoes and squished. Goodra have very soft, boneless bodies so his foot just conformed to the space it was trapped in. He could feel a tail starting to form behind him. The spine didn't extend, because Goodra have zero bones; instead the forming tail simply looked like a pudgy little bubble of flesh. As it grew it became a hill, then a fat cone, then a wide tube. He was trying to keep it hidden in his pants so his tail hit the division between pant legs and curved forward along it, growing up under his genitals and then cradling them in the front. His normal brown colored iris were started to melt away with the increasingly large purple border- the eyes of a shiny Goodra. Goodra is slightly larger than he is in overall mass, which causes its form to almost entirely swallow his human features- but having human mixed into it forces its coloration to be shiny even though the original pokemon was not. Shiny Goodra have banana colored bodies and peach underbellies.
Grey found Zie and quickly tried to flag her down but she was too caught up in her current battle. Zie had vibrant orange hair when she was younger, it has faded considerably with age but is still orange. She never acts her age, shouting enthusiastically at her pokemon in the heat of battle to inspire them. You can tell she is an older woman but definitely still beautiful- and her C cup breasts still hold up perfectly.
"Zie, I need to speak with you, about your pokemon."
"In a minute, I got this punk on the ropes, I want to let him squirm a bit or it will be over too soon."
"Zie...." He grabbed her hand and she looked down and noticed immediately how plump his fingers are!
By now they were so fat they brushed against one another constantly, and they were shorter too. He no longer has fingernails and you cannot outwardly see the joints in his hands.
"Oh my Arceus. Did you try the appetizers?! I told you they have shellfish in them! Your allergic to shellfish!" She then looked fully at his face and squinted at his appearance.
"Just come on!"
"Fiiiine."
As they hustled back toward their room he explained to her what happened.
"Holy shit, that was YOU?! All those years ago, that nearly destroyed the city?! That was you!?! My apartment got flattened! You never told me?? We have been married for 21 years!!"
"Well I wanted to forget. Also I flattened your apartment, so I thought you'd be upset. Anyway, your Celebi turned back the clock on my body but it also caused me to be part Goodra again!"
She looked down and blushed as the bulge in his pants became massive, and slid up under his waist to start climbing his torso under his shirt. "I-is that...?"
"My tail. It is a tail."
"Right. That is what I thought."
"No its not. But what do I do about... this!?"
The seams on the sides of his pant legs started to strain and tear as his thighs ballooned in size- the softening skin bubbling out whatever tiny gaps were created. Four fat nubs were now on his forehead, slowly forming antennae.
"Well, you shouldn't have asked Celebi in the first place. I have a Dialga, you know? Celebi can travel through time- it can't manipulate time!"
"So use Dialga!"
"No because that is a different type of time power, mixing the two together could cause any sort of distortion now. Hmm, Arceus could fix this but I never caught him..."
His pants fully exploded off him so suddenly his massive thighs went into a jiggling fit. His genitals had already converted and were currently resting internally in his groin- out of view. His giant tail was still growing at a good speed as it dropped to the floor no longer trapped in his clothing, and then flicked behind him where it belongs. His torso was starting to take a tear-drop shape, his lower body growing large and round, losing its human definition. The bones in his neck were softening and his neck started to stretch out. His antennae getting much longer.
"Wuh got to duu suthung!"
"Your losing your voice. Uhhhh, well how did you turn back the first time?"
"I burst- faiuntud."
"Oh right, because if a pokemon trainer faints they get reset back to the previous pokemon center- that does not apply to fainted pokemon, which would cause you to divide naturally. Well that is easy then! I just gotta kick your ass!"
"Ah! W-wuit! Tull ull pokumun."
"Huh? Oh- wait till you are all pokemon. Yea... I suppose getting hit with pokemon attacks on human body parts would probably do a little too much damage."
His body stretched taller and pudgier still. His face ballooned forward into a soft, round, and short muzzle. His cheeks turned purple and ballooned out a bit creating a moist pad to release goo from. He had three more on his tail sides. He held up his arms and shrugged, causing his torso to wobble a bit. Well- that was it then, a proper Goodra with the shared mind of a human. His hands also had more digits than a normal Goodra still, but they were so plump and squished together it was a detail easily missed. Zie motioned for them to go outside but Grey shook his head, pointing to the window on the door to their cabin. It was raining outside now- if he walked out onto the deck in this form he would start to rapidly inflate from the liquid. Zie did not like the idea of having a pokemon battle in a small ship cabin though- if she accidentally trashed the furniture they would have to pay for it.
"Well I don't have a lot of pokemon left since we can't go to a pokemon center while on the ship, but it isn't like this is a normal battle anyway."
Zie released a Glaceon to bring a quick and painless end to Grey's HP bar- Ice against Dragon, it will be super effective. Glaceon used ice beam and Grey dodged- the beam hit and froze the bed solid!
"Hey! Don't move around!"
Grey looked surprised and shook his head. Zie narrowed her eyes and realized the problem. The pokemon aspect of his mind did not interfere normally because pokemon are generally fine with following human orders- knowing it is for the better of them both. In attacking it however she woke up its fight instinct- the Goodra's mind was forcing him to actually fight!
Zie ordered the Glaceon to use ice beam again, this time dashing to the side to prevent the Goodra from having enough room to dodge. Goodra dove THROUGH the beam and spun around, slamming the Glaceon hard with its tail and knocked it out in one hit!
Zie was baffled! It tanked the hit like it wasn't super effective at all, and dealt a massive amount of damage with iron tail- more than it should have been able to. She looked at the tail and realized it was STILL growing slowly- and turning bronze color toward the end as it started to curl up behind Grey from a lack of room. Oh no- Celebi did not just turn back the clock on Grey's body, it also regressed Goodra... Grey is turning into a Hisuian Goodra! It is part Steel type- its strong against ice!
Grey made several strange, goopy sounds to try and warn her, the Goodra was planning to attack her next! Hisuian pokemon are not just wild- they are feral. She dashed outside and tried to slam the door on it, but Goodra's tail was now absolutely gargantuan and hard as steel, allowing it to smash the door clean off its hinges. Zie quickly sent out a Primeape to hit one of Goodra's remaining weaknesses but it yanked itself back into the iron casing of its shell causing the attack to miss, and then KOed it immediately on the next turn. Zie noticed the Goodra looking spaced out, and dashed away before it could coordinate another attack- she needed to figure something out fast. She doesn't really have that many pokemon left who are battle-ready. Heck the Celebi is only lvl5.
Goodra did not follow her, and once she was out of visibility its instincts were silenced and Grey was once again in control of his body. Unfortunately, his body was rapidly growing. The rain absorbed into him and he could feel it surge through him like a refreshingly cool pulse. His tail bloated up first, but it is inside a metal shell so it could not fatten up too far. His legs ballooned huge, which made it difficult to walk properly. He started to head back to the broken doorway of their cabin to try and get out of the rain, but his steps were awkward. Every time he stepped down his thigh meat and butt rippled and the bottom of his tail wobbled. His gut started to round out, and then his entire torso. His arms got pudgy and then his neck and head. As he approached the doorway his entire body started to feel tight and his movements slowed even further. His skin tightened even more, started to make stretching sounds and then in a sudden surge he grew! His entire body stretched larger and his body once against felt looser and gained its mobility back! This happened the last time too. Goodra has no bones so its body can stretch absurdly large before running out of space. Once he gets too full his entire body just stretches out to accommodate. While its limit is ridiculously massive- Goodra does still have a limit on how far it can grow. There is also a second problem with expanding too far, and that is the fact that he is on a boat. It is a giant cruise ship so it can hold a lot, but it also still has its limits. If he grows fully back into Goozilla- he will sink the ship and everyone on it into the ocean!
Grey finally wobbled his way over to the door to the cabin but when he went to go inside, the top of the shell on his tail clunked against the doorway! It is too big to fit inside! He shoved his body inside, but he could still feel the cool pulses in his body from water being taken in! The shell can also absorb water and he could not get that part in! Goodra can control how hard the shell is- it is an extension of the tail itself. On one hand, he doesn't have to worry about anyone recognizing him- they will think he is just a normal Goodra. On the other hand... if he can't fit in this door he isn't going to fit in any of the others, which means he cannot take shelter. He can barely walk properly in this form, he most certainly cannot swim and the ship is no where near port. He has no where to go!
He got up suddenly just to pull himself back at the thought of getting stuck halfway through the door. He almost fell over in the opposite direction as his body wobbled violently from the sudden movement. Every time it grew in size it comes less stable. Now as he walked he basically had to roll himself from one leg to the other- the base of his tail so plump and heavy that it drags on the ground. His tail kept getting squeezed longer by the tight confines of the shell, causing the metal surface to groan and stretch longer- the spiral getting more rings and the base of it getting wider to try and accommodate the tail within. His gut started to round out and make deep sloshing sounds whenever he moved. It was a shame he has to be so worried about it, because it is a very pleasant feeling. Like softly rocking around on a water bed- except he is the bed. His joints were pulled more and more straight from the liquid tension inside and even his mouth and eyes were forced shut from pressure a moment before his body gurgled loudly and sloshed around as it grew another size larger and the pressure let go to start filling again. The extra long antennae of Hisuian variety of Goodra started to bloat out, looking more like the long tube-balloons used to make balloon animals out of! Even in this distorted form; Grey is not actually a water balloon, so the liquid doesn't just settle all in the bottom. It naturally sinks lower because of the weight, but it saturates everything inside of him; skin, muscle, organs- everything. So each and every part of him felt its own added weight and wobbled with its own rhythm with every movement. This caused every movement to take more strength to preform, and his body was constantly tugging him this way and that with the motion of the fluid rocking in him!
Zie watched from the very end of the cabins, hidden around the corner at the end of the ship. She remembers seeing Goozilla before she met Grey, not knowing it was him. People attempted to subdue Goozilla with attacks but the larger it got, the less effective attacks became- especially since its body is so soft. Attacks just bounce off of him. She already wore out her fighting pokemon before this even started, so she doubted her remaining pokemon had what it takes to bring down Goozilla. In a sudden stroke of genius she quickly brought out and sent her Mothim! The moth pokemon is not especially strong on its own, but hers is actually well trained and has an excellent pedigree because she was trying to breed a shiny. Rather than attack Goozilla, she told it to use Sunny Day! Beams of sunlight speared through the clouds overhead and the rain quickly stopped! She can't defeat Goozilla but she can stop it from growing to full size!
Grey's consciousness blacked out a moment as Goozilla used Rainy Day. Sunny Day is a pokemon move- using it triggered the Goodra battle instincts again! Thanks to Rainy Day, the clouds closed and darkened- now it was raining even harder than it initially had been! He was growing even faster now! Before she slipped back behind the corner, Grey attempted to use Hydro Cannon on her, but his body absorbed it as fast as he manifested the water, so nothing actually left his mouth! His body grew extra wide in a sudden surge which almost yanked him forward onto the deck before his body grew again. His head was now at the upper deck while his body was standing on the lower!
Zie did not see any alternatives... she told Celebi to teleport her into Mothim! If she fuses with her own pokemon she will have greater control over its movements and a better chance of fighting. Normally it would not work at all against a Goodra- but Goozilla has its ability swapped with water absorb, which means it does not have Sap Sipper. If she uses Giga Drain she can suck the liquid out of him into herself! It isn't exactly a foolproof plan however- draining him means she will be inflating herself the same way, and as long as it keeps raining he keeps growing without end. She needs to drain enough from him that she can KO him before she becomes immobilized too.
When Grey fused with Goodra the result looked almost like a perfectly normal Goodra- at least till he started blowing up. That is because its mass is greater than his and more flexible. Mothim is smaller than Zie's mass, so the result was more of a mix! The two bodies occupying the same space caused the Mothim features to spread out and stretch her existing muscles and flesh to match it. The upper half of her face turned black like Mothim's skin, making it almost look like she is wearing a mask, and her nose became a bit pointy. White ridges formed on either side of the upper bridge of her nose and followed her eyebrows, branching off halfway through into large, flat antennae. The tips of the antennae are baby blue- like with Grey, fusing a human into the pokemon caused it to become shiny. The wings emerged from her back as if her skin was made of putty, but then once they were in place and the two sets of muscles fused internally, the wings started to steal extra biomass to expand to better match the now larger unified body! She shivered at the strong and strange feeling firing through the wings as the scales grew in number to match the expanded wings. The 'powder' on a moth's wings are actually scales after all- really, really tiny scales.
Her legs started to simplify and turn pure white. Her feet extended, causing Zie to stand on the front of her feet only, and her toes all compressed and fused. The surface structure of her skin pulled taught, hiding the internal structure of the legs, causing them to lose definition as the mass equalized through them. The result was legs that looked like those of Calyrex! Her arms tightened in the same way- the internal mass of her muscles equalizing through her arms so they lose definition as the skin turns white- but unlike her legs her arms still retained their overall shape. She still had hands and fingers, just not fingernails, and her arms were unusually smooth looking. She grew large, square plates of flesh off her lower back just over her butt, roughly where a tail would be. This is essentially a forked abdomen. Unlike a real bug- Mothim's body does not have a chitin carapace, it has very firm flesh, a sort of halfway point between chitin and flesh. Zie's human traits negated that part entirely.
Zie smiled and bat her wings a few times before slamming them down and launching herself into the air! She can fly in this form! Unlike a standard moth who would be grounded in the rain- the scales on a Mothim's wings have an oil on them that repulses minor amounts of moisture. Birds secrete a similar oil and coat their feathers with it. Zie could hear people panicking toward the front of the ship- she did not have time to appreciate the pretty blue of a shiny Mothim's wings. She flew toward the front of the ship, and seen Goozilla before actually getting to him. It is now so large that its staggered movements are causing the front of the ship to bob in the water! Its weight was moving the entire giant ship! The people ran screaming from him thinking he was trying to attack or eat them or something, but Zie could tell he was just shooing them away so he would not accidentally hurt them. The amount of water in his body would be making it very difficult to stand up at all, but the liquid tension actually holds him up- so even if he did not try to stand at all he would remain standing unless something shoved him over. His belly and the base of his tail was so soft and bloated that it touched the ground between his round legs- his legs were not long enough to hold his body off the ground anymore. Zie could tell by how it moved that his metal tail was no longer metal. Even the steel shell was stretching out and becoming softer as a result- it was now about as hard as cartilage, while his body was about as solid and smooth as a boob. Goodra do not have any visible pours, so their skin is very smooth by default. The purple circles on his tail and face were drooling a translucent purple goo- his body's only way of venting excess fluids, but it would not be enough. It wasn't enough the first time this happened. Zie blushed a bit when she got close enough to see the neon pink cone laying on the ground in front of him. The pressure caused him to have a forced erection- the penis is meant to engorge with fluids after all.
Goozilla's combat instincts did not kick in right away as Zie approached- both halves of its mind not sure if it was looking at a human or a pokemon. Zie quickly hit him with Giga Drain! It did almost no damage at all, it did however make Goozilla feel suddenly a lot lighter! His skin felt loose and suddenly his body became much, much more wobbly and unstable. His flesh started to tighten back up, shrinking his body till it was firm enough to stabilize itself again. Zie had the opposite effect, her stomach gurgled loudly and she felt a cool rush appear within in a sudden burst! She belched loudly without meaning to as the sudden appearance of water filling her belly smashed all the excess air out of her to make room! Her stomach started to push out immediately, but because the liquid was absorbed and not ingested normally- the bloat also forced itself into the rest of her just like Goozilla.
"Ah! Haa~ ahh~" Zie gasped breathlessly as her nipples immediately went rock hard.
A wave of cool filled her breasts and they started to expand! The growth was so rapid you could hear the tissue stretching. Her breasts were not only much larger now, they stood unnaturally high on her chest- the tension made them abnormally taught. Goozilla furrowed its brow at the weak attack shuffled toward her, but still could not move particularly well so it was easy to see the attempted attack coming. Zie hit him with another Giga Drain, causing him to lose his balance and shrink again, flopping onto the deck causing the boards of the deck to creak in pain from the heavy hit. Her thighs ballooned out huge causing her to shiver from the coolness of the water inside. The split abdomen started to swell thicker and rounder with liquid and her belly grew again. Her breasts also grew again, but her thighs and belly took most of the hit this time. She looked full term pregnant with twins at this point and had to land because flying with that much weight was getting too much. She moaned at the feeling of the liquid sloshing inside of her- realizing it inflated her upper pubic mound as well, because the jiggly movement was getting real close to her vulva.
Using the weight of her liquid mass, Zie lurched forward and punched Goozilla as he was wobbling back to his feet, using Pound! Goozilla shook like she had slapped a jello mold. He lost almost zero HP. Zie's heart tightened at that. Oh no, she still can't really hurt him. Dragon/Steel has very few weaknesses, and his defense stats are astronomical. If she can't KO him, she can't actually fix the situation, because she cannot get rid of the growing liquid mass, she can only shift it over to herself. Even if they both sit on opposite ends of the ship, eventually they will get so heavy the ship breaks in half! Then it occurred to her- what if he isn't on the ship? He cannot swim in this form, so knocking him into the ocean would be very dangerous, but Goozilla absorbs liquid extremely fast due to its body being so squishy and soft to begin with. If he fell into the ocean, he would probably grow so large so fast that he would burst before he has a chance to drown! Fainting will cause him to respawn elsewhere- and thus unable to drown.
Zie used Gust to throw him off-balance, causing his body to ripple in the strong wind like the liquid it contained. She dashed around behind him and yanked on his massive softening shell and pulled him backward toward the nose of the ship! It yanked free and turned around to use Thunderbolt but she caused him to flinch and lose his turn when she hit him with another Giga Drain. She moaned and staggered back herself, bracing herself against the railing as her massive gut swelled even larger! Her ballooning boobs now looked completely shiny smooth and her areola popped out into rounded hills of their own separate of the curvature of her breasts. Her nipples even fattened into taught nubs. Her crotch joined the expanding curvature of her stomach, and the forked abdomen behind her swelled round and large till they looked like two huge football shaped bulbs! Her thighs were so massive they could not move without rubbing together, and wobbled violently with any little movement she made. She could feel the liquid rippling against her pussy from the inside- her labia now swollen into the lower curvature of her large gut. A mothim's torso is just one big sphere, so as she bloated up she was quickly losing her remaining human shape. Her stomach was so large that it held her huge tits up, obscuring her vision quite a lot. She could only look straight forward- if Zie looked even slightly down all she could see is her own boobs!
Now Goozilla was once again only as tall as the second deck... which is... still far bigger than a Goodra should be, but a lot smaller than he was. It also meant he was more mobile. Goozilla lunged at Mothim again and this time Zie just smiled and thrust her gut up- smashing him in the torso with her bouncy belly to stun him. She meant to dash around behind him but overestimated her mobility in her bloated form and ended up rolling around him instead. She could not afford the time to get back to her feet so she simply kicked him with her legs while still laying on the deck, and it was enough to stagger him forward. Goozilla is far too large for the railing to be able to stop him as he tumbled over into the ocean!
Grey was not sure what to think- he is just a passenger in this body. It was like a dream, he was just on autopilot, except he could fully feel everything. He took as large of a breath as he could before he hit the water. The Goodra took control and made him grab the nose of the ship from the underside to prevent from falling deeper into the ocean. Goozilla could feel a growing pressure and a slight movement against the surface of his body as he inflated extremely fast! The softening shell of his tail started to harden again and now what was once metal started to turn into crystal! His body was distilling the salt from the ocean water to rebuild the shell! His arms became fat cones, his thighs massive ovals and his feet and legs just plump little tubes jutting from the bottom of his thighs! His tail was so titanically bloated huge that it his tail and the growing salt crystal shell had almost twice the mass of the entire rest of his body! His body and neck took a bloated water drop shape, with his lower body massively round. His penis which was naturally meant to expand really bloated up, becoming shaped like a traffic cone from the bloat, but grew to almost the size his tail used to be as a regular Goodra! He kept feeling powerful pulses of pleasure as he ejaculated without warning- but only ejected water. His body was doing it on reflex to try and get rid of liquid. The goo-generating pads on his tail and face were releasing increasingly watered down liquids too, but it was a minuscule amount compared to how much he was taking in.
Goozilla's shell started to deform as his tail was forced straighter and straighter from internal pressure. His entire body felt so tight, but also so jiggly and soft! The pressure was like an inverted hug- pushing on the inside of his body. His limbs were nearly immobile from how large they ballooned. His neck started to straighten as it bloated thicker and thicker from the base up.
Mothim and Zie bit their lip nervously watching the surface of the water. There was an inward rippling on it where the water was collapsing into Goozilla below the surface. He needed to pop before he ran out of breath. She did not want to risk her husband like this, but it was better than destroying the entire cruise ship and potentially killing the hundreds of people onboard. Zie ran her hands down the massive round curve of her taught belly. She glanced back at her massive thighs- which also meant her butt was huge and round. She staggered forward suddenly as the entire ship dipped! Goozilla climbed onto the railing! Grey knew to stay in the water to try and pop as quickly as possible, but his control of the body is split with Goodra who does not understand the plan. Because its body is so massively bloated it struggles to pull itself up any further- it cannot bend its torso enough to get over the railing and its limbs aren't long enough to completely swing over the top. He also continues to bloat even now- much slower now that he is not in the ocean but it is still raining heavily thanks to Rainy Day being active. Because the rain was forced by his attacks; the sky about a half mile out is still perfectly clear, causing the sunlight to shrine through the drops of rain and cast a massive rainbow. It would be beautiful if they were not too busy trying to KO one another.
The metal railing bent outward from his weight and as Goozilla continued to try and pull himself up he finally pulled it so far out that it just broke and he slammed down onto the deck hard enough to break some of the planks. Uh oh, that meant he could just crawl forward to get onto the ship! His tremendous weight was putting the nose of the ship almost level with some of the larger waves as it struggled to stay above water with him on it. Zie had no choice- she started to spam Giga Drain again to steal his mass. If she can de-stabilize him enough he will slip back into the water. Even her lower legs now started to bloat up making her legs shaped like an upside-down teardrop. The small split abdomen over her butt bloated even rounder, forming two massive bubbles of taught flesh! Zie's lips swelled up so much it was almost hard to talk, and her cheeks became puffy and jiggly. Her breasts ran out of room as her giant sphere of a belly became so large that it touched the deck while she was fully standing, and still grew up toward her boobs- forcing them to divide to the sides. Her nipples were bloated so smooth they looked like little sausages, and released several thin streams of water! She is so saturated that it is forcing its way out. Her arms and fingers became so chubby and round that she could barely move them. The big spheres her split abdomen became above her rounding butt almost made it look like she had two butts stacked on top of one another. Her pussy was tightly squished closed by her labia which were now only visible as two long oval shaped hills on the very bottom of her rounding torso. A bit of water leaked out, but not much could escape even there because the labia were swollen shut! Her areola used to have a solid edge to them, but her breasts were stretched so massively and heavily that it was a soft faded edge now. The separate curvature of her areola against the rest of her breast was like a half coconut resting on the side of a giant sized beach ball!
Zie's entire body was shiny smooth now- her pours pulled flat. She shrank Goozilla enough that he started to slid back, but the further toward the edge he slid the tighter his grip got. Zie could not lift her massive belly off the deck, so she had to slide it across the wet surface- her massive oval thighs violently wobbling with each step which also put her big round butt cheeks into a jiggling fit. At this point any movement she made sent small ripples through her entire body like she was a living water balloon. Even when she approached Goozilla, her limbs could not reach far enough to get past her huge tits never mind her gut to be able to reach him, so she had to use her stomach! Zie leaned forward, stepped forward, and then leaned back, flicking her huge belly forward and slamming Goozilla back off the front of the ship! She was immediately tossed onto her soft ass as the nose of the ship flicked up into the air and caused the entire cruise ship to rock suddenly. The nose of the ship was still pointed down- now because of Zie's own weight. She breathed a sigh of relief and just leaned back on the deck. Her body was so tight her flesh creaked like the surface of a full balloon. The water was cool though, so oddly refreshing.
Goozilla once again fell into the depths, this time too bloated to start with to grab onto the ship to try and pull himself back out. He very quickly returned to his massive size from before she knocked him back in. His limbs became so bloated that he could not really move them at all, just wiggle them slightly. Fish kept slamming into him in confusion, because his rapid absorption was creating a water current into his body. The coloration of his skin started to fade. He was stretching so huge and so bloated that his skin was starting to become translucent! He has no bones to obstruct the view through his body, and his organs already had a higher percentage of water to begin with, so you could see right through his entire body. His limbs kept filling till they were just giant bubbles on his sides! His spiral tail was now a cone of crystallized salt- forced straight by pressure. His penis was still firing pulses of pleasure in him with contractions but even when it wasn't it was still jetting a stream of water constantly. The base stretched wider with his torso, making his dick look shorter and wider even though its size wasn't actually changing. His neck and tail started to lose definition against his body. Goozilla felt his belly hit the bottom of the ocean here and bounce slowly- many fish had been caught between but because his body was such a high percentage of liquid now, they just popped through the surface with almost no resistance. He now had schools of fish swimming inside of his body- which you could plainly see because his skin is translucent! His vision started to turn blue from holding his breath, but he could feel his limit fast approaching anyway. His entire body started to pulse as it was trying to take in more than it could stretch to make room for. All he could hear is a slight stretching sound, and the sound of the rushing water inside of him in his ears. His entire body lost almost all definition in the unceasing stretching, his limbs now just shallow bumps on his side, and his tail and neck just look like slight points on either end of his torso- he was shaped like a giant lemon!
Zie once again watched the surface of the ocean carefully, not seeing any signs of her husband. She really, really hoped he was okay. There was suddenly a loud, deep sound like a large bubble in a water cooler and a massive explosion of water erupted just below the front of the ship, once against rocking the cruise ship violently! It worked! She defeated Goozilla! The rain stopped now- the effects of Rainy Day only last till the battle ends. The Goodra vanished entirely now- its existence this time around was as a temporal paradox that shouldn't exist in the first place. Grey however would appear naked in the last pokemon center they used, and would have a lot of explaining to do as to why he is naked in public. Better than having to explain how he almost sank an entire cruise ship. Zie hid in her room till the ship made port- then she quickly shuffled her way home to wait for Grey to return and help her. She cannot turn back to normal now without also being KOed; except she has no opponent to knock her out. Honestly she was not in that much of a hurry. She only hastily ran home so that no one would see a half-human Mothim rolling around. Now that she was alone and waiting for Grey to turn, he rolled onto her back and wedged her fingers in her honey pot- it was time to enjoy this rotund body a bit. It felt real good to be sooo full and so tight. Before she got Grey to help her pop- she helped herself 'pop'. |
(Reality Alteration, M&F tf Horse-hybrid, Merge)
It is sometimes amazing how small things can have large results. A small stone cast into a lake sends ripples across the water for some distance. A woman named Robin once lost track of her little sister on a family vacation when they were little- they found her soon enough so you would not think much of the event. Her little sister found a magic being though, and was offered a wish. She looked up to Robin for being so bold and honest, and so she wished that everything her big sister said would be true. Rather than force Robin to speak only true things, it had a much more severe effect of altering reality so that whatever she says becomes the truth!
Robin stood upside down on Alice's roof, walking circles around the light. "So, two days with your boyfriend Vincent, eh? Wild sex in the forest! You better tell me all the juicy details when you get back."
Robin met Alice only a half year prior, and introduced herself powers-first. Using her ability to change reality to however she wants, she played with Alice for a while, making Alice- and Alice only- aware of the changes going on around her to make things more fun. Now they are good friends, though Alice does tend to still get nervous when Robin starts to mess with reality. Her power is entirely reliant on what she says and how she says it.
Alice blushed as she continued packing her bags. "Maybe, but most likely not. We have only been dating for two months. He likes to take things slow and I don't want to seem like some desperate leg-humper."
Robin clicked her tongue. "He is taking things slow probably so he doesn't scare you off or seem like a horny animal. You're both holding back because of what it will seem like if you don't!"
"Maybe..."
"Well, if you both want to do it- you should do it! Fuck the rules~"
Alice laughed. "Easy for you to say. Hey... could you use your- no! Never mind. If we manipulate things based on assumptions..."
Robin paused and crossed her arms. "If you need my powers for a fun time, you are welcome to them."
"Nooo, this is just a trip with me and him! No following us!"
Robin put her hands out defensively. "No, I know, I mean I could just give you my power."
"Wait, what? You can do that?"
"I can do anything I say I can, remember? That applies to the power itself as well. Just, y'know, be careful not to break the space-time continuum. Here- for the duration of your camping trip, you will have my power to alter reality with your words."
"Wow, thanks! Ohh... I am kind of nervous now."
"No you aren't."
Alice suddenly felt much more at ease. "Oh. Right, thanks."
And so, Alice left on a camping trip out to the cliffs overlooking their city with her boyfriend and long-time crush Vincent. She was unusually quiet on the ride out there because she was thinking of all the things she could say- and all the things she should not. Reality would obey whatever she said, no matter what.
Vincent stepped out of the truck and took a very deep breath of the fresh forest air. "Damn, it is beautiful out here, isn't it?"
Alice smiled as she scoot around the truck with the tent in her arms. "Yes, it is beautiful."
Suddenly all the leaves on the trees became more vibrantly colored, and songbirds gathered and chirped as flowers bloomed all around them and vines coiled the trunks of all the trees!
"Ah, uh, I mean, it is normal looking!"
Alice sighed when nothing changed from that statement. Of coarse that would not undo the change- the change altered what 'normal' is. Luckily, beauty is subjective and she did think it was quite beautiful already so the alteration was not too severe.
Alice started to set up the tent, but waited for Vincent to wander off to gather sticks and stones to build a fire-pit, and then uttered 'I already set the tent up', and suddenly her job was done before she started. The day continued in this fashion- using her powers mostly for shortcuts while pondering what she could use them for, for more impactful results. She told herself she was going to have the most memorable time with Vincent this weekend. The words did not change anything, and Alice assumed she had altered her near future to be a good time no matter what. What she actually did was vastly improve her memory temporarily- she would remember every detail of these two days whether they were good or bad.
Alice needed to use the bathroom later that afternoon, groaning at it. That was one part about camping out in the forest she did not care for. "I have a working toilet in this for- wait. I don't have to go to the bathroom anymore, and neither does Vincent." Suddenly the pressure in her lower guts vanished. Hah. Efficiency!
She paused just outside their camp, looking at Vincent by the fire, heating up a dinner for them. "I wish... or... hmmm. Vincent lets me know what his feelings are."
Vincent suddenly turned around to face her. "Oh hey, this log is starting to hurt my tail bone so I am going to change my position a bit." He shuffled his seating. "Also, I am really hungry, and I already feel pretty dirty from being in the woods all day but I kind of enjoy it. I feel you should sit with me so we can talk, but I don't know what to say, so I also want you to stay busy as to not pressure me into saying something stupid and embarrassing myself."
Alice facepalmed. That isn't what she meant! She waited till he turned back around.
"I know what Vincent is feeling."
Alice suddenly thrust forward in surprise and looked behind herself as she felt something touch her ass... but there was nothing there? She also felt really warm suddenly, but only the front of her body. She felt an odd tightness between her legs, and something pressing on the front of her panties? Alice looked down but seen nothing off, and then her eyes widened when she realized what it was! Her nervous system was picking up on everything his was! The pressure she feels between her legs is the half-chub between Vincent's legs! The feeling on her butt is him sitting on the log! It was incredibly confusing for her though, because Alice still felt everything she should and Vincent's feelings at the same time. So according to her nervous system she is both sitting and standing at the same time! Her heart sped up as her hand hovered over her crotch. She wanted to adjust her panties but knew that would not help. She wanted to grab the bulge but it wasn't in her physical possession.
"I... uh, I am going to go for a bit of a walk while the food cooks."
"Alright, don't go too far; the sun will start to set soon and I wouldn't want you getting lost."
Alice backed off from the camp but did not go far. She wanted to be out of sight of Vincent, but still have him in her sights. Feeling the bulge in his pants made her horny, which immediately filled her mind with a different train of thought. Robin gave her these powers so she could break down artificial barriers between her and Vincent and make sweet love surrounded by wilderness. But if she has the power to alter reality- why not make her first sex with Vincent as wild as possible? She could turn him into an impossibly perfect body. She could do the same to her own body too! She would not have to worry about him freaking out over it, because it alters reality so to everyone else whatever he turns into will seem like it has always been that way.
Alice sighed at herself and stood up out of the bushes. "Why am I hiding like some creep anyway, c'mon Alice, think. Vincent will not look this way. Vincent is very muscular... and big." She nibbled her lower lip. "Maybe a bit dumb? He should forget his troubles for now."
Vincent bent forward a bit more, groaning. His muscles were tightening on their own and every time they clenched they grew a little bit larger. Alice however also moaned, and had to grab a narrow tree nearby to keep from falling backwards! She still felt everything he did, so she could feel his muscles tightening and swelling! She could still also feel her own body though, so as it expanded larger, his sensations felt like they were distancing themselves from her. She was feeling parts bulging out to areas were there existed nothing on her own body. Alice could also feel his penis becoming harder because of the feelings, dragging the glans along the front of his underpants; tenting them. His clothing pulled tight, hugging him as he continued to grow. She said big as a separate point, so he was not only getting stronger he was actually getting just plain larger as well. His midriff was exposed as he grew, and his abs tightened into a bulbous six pack! Even the veins in his neck throbbed as his neck became more muscular!
Alice was squirming from the feeling too, almost enjoying feeling the changes more than watching them. "Ooohoo yea~ he is as strong as a horse!"
Both of them moaned sharply again as his entire body surged! Alice locked her lips tightly in nervousness, realizing what she just said. A horse is almost pure muscle, and average over 300 pounds. 300 pounds of muscle on a human man is a little extreme. His body bulged massively! The divots in his skin between muscles seemed to roll around his body, following the shifting muscle. His pectoral muscles swelled so large it almost looked like he has boobs! His very tight shirt tore down the front, but unfortunately for him the arms still held at the moment, being very uncomfortable. His sleeves did not fit so his muscles forced them to roll to his shoulders- bunching the fabric up like that increased its strength. The shirt absolutely did not fit however, so the sleeves were yanking his arms back from lack of space! Alice shivered at the feeling of muscles squirming in his lower back... by his tail bone? Vincent tried to stand up and the moment he bent forward to swing himself onto his feet, the back of his pants exploded open! His ass cheeks grew massive with muscle. Alice also noticed another mistake she made. His joints felt like they were bloated and did not want to move. His muscles did not align properly! He was literally getting the muscles of a horse- which means his muscle structure isn't human! The muscles she felt around his tail bone are for an actual tail, but he doesn't have a tail, so they are all just bunched up forming a oval bulb under the skin because they have nowhere to go!
They both cried out in mild pain as his joints pulled tight, preventing him from moving them! Vincent could not stand up, and his canceled effort to try caused him to fall backwards off the log he was sitting on! The movement tore his pant legs the rest of the way off- this thigh muscles massive and slightly malformed. His back and especially neck started to hurt! It was like someone was trying to pull his head off! The muscle was getting so large that it cold not fit and was yanking his bones apart! A horse has a long neck; he does not. In a panic, Alice said that he had the neck of a horse. His spine immediately popped loudly and extended. Alice could feel the vertebrae pop apart, causing the muscle and skin on the surface to pull inward slightly into the newly made space, but then get shoved back into position as new vertebrae filled the gap- the material for them bleeding out from the ones above and below. He gained at least a foot of neck! It also caused his hairline to advance backwards down to its base, giving him a mane. Alice then gave him a horse's tail to release those cramped muscles. She sighed at how malformed his muscles had become. There was no getting around it, she had to turn him into a horse to fix this, and so she did.
The bridge of his nose popped and his face started to stretch out as his nostrils flared huge. His ears turned leaf shaped and could now move. The bones in his limbs expanded greatly to match the muscle around them already. Alice shivered from the feeling of him taking an impossibly deep breath and his ribs popping and growing massive, stretching his torso. His hands and feet devolved into hooves, and the final change came with a prickly shiver as the fine fur grew in! He completely turned into a brown work horse with dark brown mane and tail! To stand back up he had to tuck in his limbs and roll onto them. Because the magic changed reality- he thinks he has always been a horse, so he is completely used to this body even though he has only had it for less than a minute.
Alice sighed, walking a bit closer since there was no risk of him looking toward her as long as she didn't stand at a different direction from him. "Well, now that he is a normal horse I can change him to something else without worrying about his anatomy screw ups carrying over." After a few moments, she concentrated on a weight down low. "Vincent shakes his ass."
Vince shook his huge muscular equine rump back and forth, and Alice cooed at the feeling of his cock! It was still mostly erect, but thanks to his clothes bursting off it was now flopped out in the open! The long, large equine phallus swung heavily under him back and forth. Then it occurred to Alice- if he is a horse that means he is only as smart as a horse as well. Vincent won't question any advances she abruptly makes, and she can say whatever she wants in front of him without confusing him because he doesn't understand English in the first place. Before his cock was able to stop swinging on its own, Alice walked up and grabbed it. Vincent nickered and shuffled his back hooves a bit, standing in attention while his girlfriend worshiped his dong. Turning him into a horse did not negate the fact she also made him big. He was so giant as a horse that Alice's head was only as high as his chest. If she was an inch shorter she would be able to walk under him without needing to duck. That also meant his cock was thicker than her arm, and a bit longer than it too. Fully flared- the head of his cock is as big around as her entire actual head.
Every little movement on his shaft caused Alice's hips to twitch. She feels everything he does even though she doesn't have a cock to feel from. She rest his dick on her shoulder and cupped both balls in her hands! Each testicle was the size of an ostrich egg and three times as heavy. The scrotal skin was so smooth and so soft! She rubbed the curvature of them, tracing it to the top and then grabbed onto the loose skin at the top of the scrotum and gently wobbled his balls and forth. His dick bounced on her shoulder a few times, pulling itself up in a throb.
"Okay, fun is fun but I need to fix you. You can't even hug me like this. I didn't mean to do this. Uh... okay- you have human shaped hips and upper torso."
His hips popped loudly and his ass started to get even larger and rounder! The hip shape was causing it to be much more pronounced! This also caused his leg joints to re-align in a way that would allow him to stand upright again. His rib cage compacted back down, though remained huge because she never said anything about altering his size. His pectoral muscles shifted back down to a human position between the front limbs, and his stomach area compressed making it look more sunken in but also causing his six pack abs to be visible again! His crotch was very veiny. Vincent seemed a bit off-balance now. His front half shifting caused his arm joints to shift further up, which meant his legs were longer than his arms, putting his front half lower than it should be, making walking on all fours awkward.
"Okay, you have human arms and hands- well, wait...." His transformation did not wait, but she thought of a few tweaks while he was transitioning. "You have, uh, half-paw hands, and some soft fur on your upper half, for excellent hugs! Oh, and, you are definitely smarter than a horse."
Vincent's front hooves shattered, causing him to tumble forward and Alice needed to get out of the way or be crushed by the giant half-man. By the time he pushed himself into an upright sitting position, the base of his former hooves was branching into short, fat digits. The remnant shards of the hoof softened into claws. The claws were not as sharp as a feline, but sharper than a canine. She realized she never specified what the paw half came from, so they were nondescript paws. The part she was looking for the most though, is when the ends and base of every digit swelled into a bright pink ball of thick skin! Giant toe beans! Vincent was looking around a bit confused- because she changed reality yet again, he does not recall having any other form- which means he has no idea why he fell to the ground or had any problem moving prior to this. Alice grabbed his hands and locked fingers with his. His half-paw hands were so giant compared to hers though that she could barely get her fingers around his palms to fit their tips between the base of his digits! His fingers and thumb remained pretty thick because of paw traits, and his palm was slightly longer than normal. He grew a powder soft black fur on the back of his hand up to the wrist, then there was a disconnected patch on his forearm, and then a large diamond shaped patch on his chest. Because of his horse changes, even after the horse fur vanished from his upper half his skin was still black under it. The pads on his hands were neon pink though, making them stand out a LOT.
Guiding him with their hands together she gently rocked him back into a full laying position and climbed on top of him. He was so large that she could kneel directly on him without hurting him. "You will kiss me Vincent~ and your face will compress back to get rid of that muzzle!" He lifted his head up toward hers but she placed a hand on his huge neck suddenly. "OH, but, you will only kiss me if you wanted to... already... before I said anything, I mean."
He cocked an eyebrow, not sure what she meant but she removed her hand stopping him so he lifted his head to kiss her. His lips were so soft! Horse lips are really big and dexterous! She almost giggled through the kiss because the feeler hairs on his horse chin were tickling her! His face started to click and clack as the bone compressed back inward. Then his tongue entered her mouth! She said to get rid of his muzzle, not anything else- his tongue was still the size of a proper horse, now no longer having a muzzle to fit in! It filled her entire mouth! It was so soft and squishy and hot. She broke off to catch her breath, panting hard and looking at her handy work. His nose was quite wide and his nostrils still quite large, so his face still stuck out further than a normal human but not by too much. She made a quick adjustment to shrink his tongue down to fit in his mouth properly. His neck was still a long, muscular horse neck but she kinda liked it, so Alice did not want to make any alterations there. The feeling of kissing him was really hard for her brain to wrap itself around. She feels what he does, so she was both being kissed by him and kissing herself through him.
Alice glanced back with a coy grin and slid her feet to either side of his chest. She was looking back at his giant bobbing erection, feeling the weight trying to bend the turgid staff as it wobbled back and forth from their movements. Alice yanked her pants and panties down and sat on his dick! It was so large and tall that she barely had to bend over at all to sit on it. He let out a thunderously deep moan and Alice started to squirm a bit on his cock head- even only half flared it was so wide that it did not fit easily. When it popped in finally, she almost hurt herself because of how much easier and quickly the shaft behind it slid into her! Alice could only get as far down as just before his medial ring! Over half his cock was still outside of her and she already ran out of space! Vincent was in bliss, but it was nothing compared to Alice, who thanks to being able to feel through Vincent now knew what the inside of her own pussy felt like! She could even feel his large balls slide up between his legs as they clenched, churning up a fresh batch of hot goo. Alice could not get far enough down his cock to bounce on him, so she moved forward, locking fingers with him again and then rocking her hips to work the shaft at more of an angle. She could barely move without causing herself to shudder in another mini orgasm! She hit a larger orgasm when she felt his own crotch muscles clenching as the tension in his cock was hitting critical limit, and then he climaxed which immediately sent her into a second even more powerful orgasm halfway through the first one! She was being hit with the power of two orgasms at once; one male, one female!
Vincent basically had to catch her- her full weight fell forward when her legs basically turned to jelly from the climax. When his cock started to go soft she staggered backwards and fell onto her side, laughing at her own clumsiness. Her back half had been partially supported by the giant phallus, so when it gave out, so did she.
Vincent looked at the log he had been sitting on, a bit confused as to why it was to tiny... how the hell does he sit on that without falling over? Once he resumed watching their food cook, Alice took a few steps back and nodded at herself in confidence.
"Okay, as fun as that was; time to get back to my Vincent though. Vincent's body will now be normal." Nothing happened, and she growled in frustration. "I mean... normal for the species. He is a normal HUMAN."
Her vision became dizzy a moment and then she was tossed to her hands and knees by a massive surge of growth and change! Her outfit immediately became too tight everywhere! Oh no, stating he is a normal human instead of he is turning back in to what would be normal for a human is having the opposite effect she wanted.
"Ah!! N-no. Turn him and everyone else back into a standard human- like they were be-ah~ before... this." Her statement had no effect, she is changing rapidly!
The problem now is that there is no point of reference. There are no 'normal' humans. She just unintentionally started every living person on the planet into the same transformation she is now going through! Her clit swelled tremendously and her guts cramped as her ovaries mutated into testicles! Her clothing ruptured almost all at once from both her increasing muscle and size! She was turning into an almost exact clone of Vincent! Vincent's current form is now what all humans look like! Genitals included. Which means humans can no longer reproduce- they are all male! Her butt started to raise and her legs started to spread as they actually got longer and larger, her feet devolving to hooves quickly. It almost felt like the ground was trying to push up her arms, but it was just pads forming on her hands as they turned half paw!
"This is a long shot but... humans, uh... humans match their lifestyles!"
Alice paused a moment, but nothing seemed to happen, then she was startled by the sound of groaning metal and looked to the truck as it started to transform. Well, that failed. She hoped it would force everyone to return at least more humanoid in order to keep living the way they have been, but instead its transforming all tools, buildings, and vehicles to better suit their new bodies. Back in the city the sound of tearing clothing could be heard everywhere as people transformed. Vehicles became quite tall to better suit their huge forms, but that allowed more vertical space for the engine, which caused the bed capacity for trucks to expand, and overall vehicle lengths to shrink. Wardrobes changed for everyone, but their bodies started changing first, so the clothes they were currently wearing did not change fast enough to save them; making everyone across the globe naked for the time being. Buildings became much larger, which created size issues as many cities were already tightly packed, causing buildings to expand underground.
Alice squealed and arched back; her body going rigid as her clit turned penis expanded to equine proportions quite quickly, tugging on all the nerves. She collapsed her back legs entirely to sit on her growing muscular horse butt and grab her cock.
"Ack, no. Hoo~ feels so good. How do men get anything done with these things between their legs? Cocks are so demanding. I shouldn't even have a penis!" Suddenly all the people who were formerly women became confused by their changing forms. "Women have vulva! And bo~ ooooh boy. Ah... hah... big boobs..."
Even as she spoke the changes immediately took place- her body was still in the process of shifting so there was absolutely no delay for these alterations. She however did not state that they don't have dicks, just that they have vulva as well. So her growing cock and balls remained exactly the same, and instead the taint almost immediately behind her balls collapsed into a tiny hole. The hole started to expand as the flesh around it swelled up into labia. Once it got big enough and dug far enough into her torso it formed a womb at the end trailing to ovaries above. Because of how it was positioned in addition to the male genitals however- the prostate was pinched between vagina and anus, slightly pushing into both other holes- it did not matter what hole she was penetrated from, the prostate was impossible to miss! She grabbed at her massive pectoral muscles as bubbles of fat once again formed in front of them and rapidly swelled into tits. As they got larger, she had to be more careful of her claws so she did not prick herself by accident. She unconsciously said big boobs however- and their size was also paired to their current bodies. She was breathless from all the involuntary moaning as she kneaded her swelling boobs. The heat they gave off built up in the insulated fatty mass, causing sweat to collect in her cleavage and make her tits shiny with moisture.
She muttered under her breath that women also have longer hair and are smaller than males. Now it seemed like her boobs stopped growing, but the rest of her shrank- so her breasts were still getting bigger in proportion to the rest of her. Longer hair in this current equine jumble however meant the entire mane from head to the base of the neck, as well as her tail hair growing! She shrank so much that Alice became the same size she used to be- though remained very muscular. Her tail was so long the hair pooled on the ground behind her for several feet. In her upright sitting, the hair on her mane covered half her body like a curtain and still touched the ground.
Alice thought hard, though her mind was spinning from all the sensations and the panic of accidentally rebuilding the entire human race. She was about to say something when a huge creature pounced on her! It had a long smooth neck, and its head was shaped with a tapered end so it had no definition against the neck holding it up. It had no eyes and instead three undulating flaps of skin on either side of its head that were photosensitive. Its mouth was under its head and trailed two long thin tendrils like whiskers. It's form was relatively human but its chest was doubled- including its pectorals and arms! It only had two fingers and a thumb on each hand, and only two toes on the feet, no claws or nails. It had no tail and its back arched steeply- there was six breasts on its upper backside!
Alice was about to scream and talk this thing out of existence but it spoke first- in her voice! "Stop, it's me. I mean you. I mean I am you."
"...... what..... the FUCK."
"You were about to state some things about evolution to try and fix things. Well, I am you from tomorrow; I said I was coming back in time to today to stop myself- you. It doesn't work, don't fuck with evolution."
They both looked up and seen trees collapsing and transforming to concrete! The forest was being consumed- FAST.
"Oh, also that."
"What is-?"
"Everyone is a lot bigger but there is still the same number of people, and still the same amount of resources available on the planet to use. There is no forests left. They do not know what camping even is- this will be a parking lot in about fifteen minutes."
"No it won't." The forest stopped crumbling away. "Because the earth is proportionally larger to these bodies."
The sky almost instantly went black, showing the rapidly spinning stars in the sky.
The alien Alice smacked what must be the equivalent of her face. "Okay, well the planet changing size mid-orbit just threw us into the void of space." The temperatures started to fall extremely fast as their distance to the sun increased. "Uh, our planet is endothermic!" The heat returned- radiating off the ground now.
The original Alice got off the ground again- her huge horse dick soft again from panic but still fully out of its sheath and awkwardly flopping around. "Shit, Luna!"
"Huh? Oh right." They both felt the wind dying down, the air becoming stagnant. Trees started to crumble to dust. "No moon means no wind, and no tide. No wind to carry pollen to spread plant life and no tides to churn the sea. Uh- Earth has a moon trapped in its gravitational field still. Somehow. I don't know, make it work."
They all got slammed into the ground suddenly. "In order to keep it in orbit while flying through space, Earth's gravity had to be increased..."
"We already adapted to that increased gravity." The pressure vanished, allowing them to get up again.
Alice looked at alien Alice for several long moments, then to Vincent who seemed perfectly oblivious to anything- since he would be unable to perceive the alterations.
"We still need to figure out how to fix this. This just stops the world from ending..."
"Wait- that is-!"
She was cut off as another woman appeared in a flash of pale blue. Her body was extremely tall and narrow. Her fingers each had an extra joint and were exceptionally long. The woman was floating a foot above the ground rather than standing on it. She had strange mechanical devices on her arms, shoulders and back, and some on her head. Her head extended upward like a tower! The face was still recognizable as Alice's however!
The third Alice lifted her hand to silence the other two. "We have stated that we possess the knowledge to fix this turmoil. I am the self that has that power."
"Well then how do w-"
"Silence!" A beeping came from her head, and a vial of pink liquid unscrewed from the side of her head, hissing from high temperatures. She pulled it out and shook it back and forth to cool it. "Sorry- my patience module is overheating. I can fix our situation. I already know this. Therefore, the course of action for you two is to enjoy your weekend with Vincent. Whatever you manage to mess up- I can fix. So... use your power, like you originally intended."
The first thing they did was state that Vincent knew about the second Alice and was as turned on as he was for his original Alice. They had dinner and told spooky stories by the camp fire. The alien Alice and the original took turns being cradled by Vincent's much larger body by the fire. During the night, alien Alice woke up briefly for some kinky fun and gave Vincent a late night blowjob! Because of her weird mouth and very long, flexible throat she was actually able to swallow the entire huge horsecock! You could very clearly see the shape of his dick as it slid down her throat- the impression of its form stretched out from her skin. Once she was down to his balls, she used the two whisker like tendrils to wrap around his nuts and hold them up.
The next day they all went on a hike- the third Alice floating behind but not directly interacting with them. It seems she is able to run simulations in her head on any situation she is capable of creating, including simulating stimulation of the senses, which rendered the act of actually doing anything mostly pointless. She was having her own adventure with Vincent in her head. By the afternoon when they returned to the camp site, Alice gave Vincent an insatiable lust, so his male refractory period was erased! She can feel everything he does, so even if he isn't having sex with her... he is still kinda having sex with her. The original Alice was the only one with a horse cock, so she frot with him to feel the hot, tight, throbbing cocks together for a while before erupting! She then stated she was as flexible as rubber, and then had Vincent's dick expand to almost double its size!! His horse dong was now so large that he could not walk properly with its weight- it wobbled easily, and was so heavy that any momentum it gained was enough force to tug his entire body in that direction! Because of her elasticity though, Alice could take the massive thing without trouble! When he came, he blasted into her so hard she immediately started to inflate like a balloon! Her stomach pressed out into a huge globe and still he came more!
She wanted him to keep cumming, because all three of her felt it as well- if his orgasm doesn't end, neither does theirs, but they are all able to feel their own over top of that! When her stomach was almost as large as she is, the original Alice was blown off the end of his erupting dick by liquid pressure. His taint and urethra clenching so hard between blasts it felt like they were trying to implode, only to expand again for another blast! The volume of cum with each throb was so great that they could all feel it travelling all the way up the shaft before leaving. Each thick stream arched in the air three feet up, collecting into a globule mid-air before slamming into the ground with a loud wet slapping sound. Vincent was sweating quite a bit and breathing dangerously heavy. The three Alice realized they could keep him cumming forever, but that doesn't mean his body can handle it! Not wanting to end their high, alien Alice collapsed her being with Vincent! The two of them became one- so his body could take the strength from what was hers!
Vincent's neck became longer and long flaps of perpetually waving skin grew up either side of the bridge of his nose! The four thick fingers on either hand started to fuse instead into two- the claw on each growing in size to match the larger fused digit! Internally, she had to keep her consciousness separate from his, or the resulting merge would be considered a new entity- and thus no longer entitled to the reality-breaking powers. Vincent would also become aware of her meddling, which would be bad too. Their spine grew in size, but not the rest of the torso, causing him to arch forward as his back grew larger. Six nubs formed and stiffened into fresh nipples, then bled darker pigmentation out from their base to create areola. His cock started to buck hard, and the breaks between cum shots shrank even more as his body exploded with even more pleasure! The six breasts started to grow in, stretching and branching new pleasure nerves as huge bubbles of fat swelled out to house them! Finally the front of his torso started to catch up as several more ribs started to form and his shoulder blades doubled. His arm swelled with muscle and extra thick bone, eventually dividing into four identical arms.
The ultra smart Alice shrugged with a smile, even as her body trembled like a leaf from pleasure. "Why not- lets all pile on!"
She merged herself with Vincent as well!! His pectorals started to swell further out, becoming jiggly and soft as yet another pair of boobs formed on his chest! Because the two sets of arms also gave him two sets of pectoral muscles though- a second pair of breasts started to grow as well, giving him more breasts than Alice had to give originally! His arms and his legs started to stretch longer. Vincent could literally not think at all- the entirety of his neurons was dedicated to processing the sheer amount of pleasure input his nervous system was being hammered with, and had nothing left to actually process active thought. He started to feel even more pleasure though- as the number of neurons increased greatly to process it! The ultra smart Alice was causing his head to grow! The back of his skull swelled larger and larger as his brain increased size, and new divisions formed in the grey matter to divvy up the processing power! His head doubled in size, then the bone started to throb with pressure and the growth slowed down, having a hard time keeping up. By the time it fully stopped his head was almost three times bigger than it should be and his neck was having a hell of a time just keeping it up. Unfortunately her ability to float was a result of the equipment she had been wearing- not a power that she had.
The original Alice could barely move. Her steps were shaky, her entire body weak and overloaded with pleasure. She walked up to Vincent with a smile, gently taking his mega cock in her hands and kissing the salty shaft.
"Let us share this mind blowing orgasm~. Come on baby, lets become one!"
She stepped forward and pressed the dick into her chest and it fused! Her heart beat was now directly controlled by the contractions of the perpetually climaxing cock! Since cum isn't nearly as thin as water, the soil could not absorb it fully, so by now the pool of cum was starting to build up in layers, causing its level to rise almost three inches off the ground in a small pond! Alice collapsed from the pleasure, causing her to fall further forward into the dick. The shaft fully eclipsed her chest- forcing her to lean her head back, the wide glans of the horse phallus now resting over her face. The rigid flesh rim pressed against her face- her nose filled with its musk. She hugged herself- which at this point was his shaft and her arms fused to it. They hollowed and branched, turning quickly to massive veins on the surface of the cock. Her own cock and balls vanished inside, making his dick still a bit bigger, and then she fused her hips to the base of his dick. Her butt cheeks remained un-merged, looking almost like some sort of phallic knot at the base! Her legs crossed around the base and fused into the overfilled sheath, causing the plush, rubbery skin to swell up still bigger and softer!
All four of them were exhausted and barely keeping up their breathing but did not want the orgasm to end! The still separate head of the original Alice opened her eyes wider however when her mind became overlapped with her two instances of herself.
"W-wait the solution to all this the whole time was ju-"
And suddenly she hit the perfectly dry ground on her back. The other two Alice were gone, the forest was full again, the sun back in the sky. Vincent was perfectly normal again, packing their things back into the vehicle. "Well, that was a great trip. We should plan more short getaways like this."
"Y... yea."
Her brows lowered at the situation having turned completely back to normal on its own. Robin loaned her the powers only for the duration of the weekend- which means she already built in a fail-safe before Alice even left. It didn't matter how badly she ruined the universe, it would all be undone the moment the weekend ended anyway! A bit frustrated at herself, Alice still smiled as Vincent held the truck door open for her so they could return to the city. As the temporary user of the power, she still had full recollection of the bizarre happenings of the weekend- three instances of it, in fact. It was a sexy experience, but Alice was pretty sure she wanted to leave the reality warping to just Robin from now on. |
Wrath of Serpentess: Pawstruck
Kevin chuckled at the computer screen as his favorite character executed one of her brand-new attacks. Through the intense customization that Sorcery.Net offered its players just about anything was possible if you knew how to do it. On the Shattered Shards RPG servers one could utilize their own character models, textures, animations and the like, just as long as certain standards were adhered to. With some understanding of the way damage was assigned based on area of effect, activation time, and the cool-down time for each attack, one could easily create the optimal attack chain.
On top of that, Kevin was interested in optimization of a completely different sort. He played on the general audience sever, rather than the adults only, anything goes, sex-crazed server. He wasn't interested in seeing people bludgeon baddies to death with their giant eight foot prehensile penises, or rolling over them with half-ton warrior-women whose cultural upbringing allowed them only to dine on solid blocks of lard. Any idiot could slap on a nude text and rub his toon raunchily against other players. It took real skill to be seductive, sexual, and skillful without being lewd, vulgar, or obvious. Kevin had taken his character's model from a Japanese Holo-Porn game and had run it through SorcNet's stylization filters. The rather busty catgirl he'd started with had been converted by the feature exaggeration system and a bit of an anime tinge into an over the top, porn starlet looking, golden-furred sex goddess.
Kevin had done a great deal of work on the textures and light maps. You couldn't have fur rendered with the same detail as the hairstyles the in-game avatars had; it would cause lag, and the servers had a limit on what would be allowed in these regards. Kevin took Pawstruck just about to the limit with the details that could be done. The combat dancer's platinum blonde hair was actually scaled down a bit. There was only so much detail and life-like movement that could be put into it before you had diminishing returns. Instead Kevin had used the extra 'hair' to simulate short fur on Pawstruck's ears and tail, as well as giving her a small, cute mane upon her chest and neck. The character was a class of Kevin's own design, primarily single-target melee-damage with some area of effect attacks, but Pawstruck's primary party role was providing healing and buffs, which were chained to all of her more entertaining attacks.
Each attack animation had been selected and altered to be cute and sexy without being overtly sexual. With the loincloth the golden furred tigress wore her repertoire of kicks almost always resulted in a bit of a panty shot; a glimpse of lily white amidst Pawstruck's red dragon scale clothing.
Pawstruck was the top-rated Team PvP participant on the server; she was distracting to friend and foe alike. Her buffs made sure that she'd always be credited with an assist, but her damage buffs were calculated so that most PvP built single-target attack chains would leave a little sliver of life, just enough for the damage over time bonuses that her equipment inflicted to deal the finishing touches. The quarter second damage ticks would be guaranteed to hit before even the quickest animating attack allowed could.
Pawstruck couldn't usually take out another PC on her own, unless she could attack from behind. For that Kevin used attacks that resulted in her moving around her foe at the same speed that the auto-focus would make the character turn towards an attacker, it was legal, but highly frowned upon.
Kevin laughed as his opponent sent him a PM complimenting Pawstruck's 'nice moves.' He'd added a couple of grapple and throw type moves, one of which involved the dancer leaping onto her foe's shoulders and wrapping her legs around her opponent's neck before falling back for the throw.
Pawstruck was a very amusing character to watch. Kevin had gotten almost all his best gear as donations from the twice weekly gladiatorial battles. Pawstruck had a special moveset for those, even more crowd pleasing than her typical combat moves.
His eyes darted to the small clock in the corner of the computer screen, and he let out a sigh. His roommate, Elana, should have been home a good 45 minutes ago, and she was the only one who could open their mailbox and thus retrieve the package that the shipping manifest online told him was there.
The package had to have arrived today, after all, the big event was tonight and shipping was guaranteed for Halloween, thus today, thus the package was there, thus Elana needed to get home and give him his costume.
The apartment was in her name and the name of Kevin's cousin Jane, who was celebrating her college graduation with a several-month trip to Europe. For the six months she was away Kevin had taken her spot in the apartment. His selling off of max-level characters and offering his power leveling services didn't make enough to afford a decent apartment all on his own. Well, not if he wanted to eat more than peanut butter and ramen noodles and have a halfway decent internet connection. He'd gotten a few grants to help with business expenses, which was how he managed to afford the costume in the first place. The ReNA people were making easy-use special effects outfits, like the kind that they used in movies for aliens and monsters and stuff. It wasn't the intense, permanent, nano-cosmetic reshaping stuff used to give people pointed ears, or to make your eyes naturally cat-like, or to permanent make your hair neon blue, but that was a good thing. Maybe.
Kevin's costume was going to be used for a few hours at the party, and then a few hours with a professional photographer to use for promotional purposes on his website, with logos and banners and stuff. He was hoping he could convince Elana to come along, her own costume would fit right in alongside his own.
The ReNA outfit Kevin had purchased was halfway between Conan the Barbarian and Pawstruck. He wasn't one of those weirdoes who would be dressing up as a girl with the ReNA outfit, even if the system had recommended going with the catgirl since with his small build it would be cheaper to use the default amount of nano-matter to add on a few curves, a tail, ears, and breasts rather than filling his five and a half foot, 98 pound weakling frame up to the strapping cat-warrior proportions with massive muscles that he'd wanted. In fact he had to scam ReNA out of a discount in order to get his costume to fall within the amount his most recent grant would allow for advertising expenses. Elana had wanted one as well, and the company was offering couples a discount. Apparently programming them in tandem was a lot less labor intensive than programming two individually, and thus it had dropped the cost by a good hundred dollars.
It was still more than a decent laptop cost, and Kevin had a hard time justifying it, until he found that he could enroll in the beta testing program and get another 200 knocked off of each suit, though he hadn't told Elena that and pocketed the difference.
After the testing Kevin was supposed to go in to test a permanent ReNA version of the bulking up nanotech program, which was supposed to pay big bucks as well. Hopefully if everything went according to plan Kevin would no longer look like the alpha nerd that he had always been, and he'd have a foot in the door with ReNA as a beta tester. Having one alteration (entirely reversible) every three to six months wouldn't be a problem, unless it was something weird, and probably not even then.
No one would know Kevin on sight, after all, except for a few close friends. Mostly he chatted online. His guildmate Dan had managed to get him an invite to the Cavendish party, which was going to be the biggest gathering in town of the rich teens and twenty-somethings. With his awesomely handsome feline warrior persona, Kevin was quite sure he was going to get laid at the party. After all, he'd taken care to provide the same amount of detail for the suit that he'd used to make his Pawstruck model. He'd actually contemplated getting the character done up as his costume instead, but it was bad enough being hit on by guys online, and he wasn't exactly sure how far the 'natural and reversible mental modifications' used to give the costume's wearer the proper movements and personality of the character would go. He was counting on the suit's program to be able to overcome his natural shyness and awkwardness in large groups. But if the suits were as good as they reviewed as it ought to be just as good as Kevin had dreamed for a good three months.
The nerdy Kevin heard the loud slam and the interesting sound of the doorstop spring wobbling from side to side after the impact, the door was heavy and the latch was stuck and thus needed a good thwack to open, and it made an especially loud noise when someone rammed into it going backward with a large box in their hands.
Kevin grinned and signed off his Sorcery.Net account, he wanted to make sure all the bugs were ironed out of the suit before the party, and maybe even trying out a few of the more interesting mods he saw online. With the beta testing program, the testers were encouraged to experiment all they liked with the suits. Unlike the normal models, these wouldn't automatically shut off after 24 hours. They were licensed for a week of testing, and you could go on ReNA's website and renew them for as long as you wanted.
"Awesome! My costume came!" Kevin said with a grin as he pulled the knife he'd gotten from a local renn-faire from his belt. He bought a lot of stuff online, and the thing was useful for opening boxes and clamshell packaging.
"Thank you for purchasing a ReNA costume kit!" said a small device from inside the box. It was a simple, biodegradable piece of hardware that could give its message two or three times, and then release enzymes that started breaking it down. Not wanting Elena to hear about the beta thing, and thus demand her $200 back, Kevin scooped up the device, opened the closet containing the trash can, and dropped the chatterbox inside.
Before Elena had the chance to react, Kevin reached into the box, pushing aside his roommate's black costume, instead snatching up his own orange colored bundle, as well as the six canisters of nanomatter beneath it. He wasn't sure how many to use, and since nanometer could easily be molded and reshaped by the suit he'd figured he should get too much, rather than too little.
"Woo! I'm going to be the hottest thing at the Cavendish party!" Kevin bragged triumphantly, a smirk on his face. He didn't know where Elena was going, but he knew for a fact she wasn't going to rub shoulders with all the rich babes that were going to have ReNA turn up their sexiness to 11.
Kevin carried the heavy burden to the living room, dropping the nano-matter canisters, which were like tennis ball tubes that felt like they were filled with iron shot, on the couch. He quickly began stripping, as the suit was supposed to be worn beneath clothing, though it could seep its way through if it needed to.
Though it might've been leftovers from playing as Pawstruck, Kevin found himself half hard as he unfolded the golden orange and black stripped suit. The slick nano-fabric was cool and slick against his skin as he pulled it on, first slipping his feet down the legs, into the suit's own feet. For the moment they looked rather like boots on the end of a set of fishing waders, but Kevin was sure they'd tighten up once everything was secured. Elena's outfit was pretty much just a covering; she'd gone with the thing primarily for looks. Kevin was in it for the experience, and had added the extra ten bucks to get the full sensation for the suit. It was a deeper tie in to his nervous system, but it was completely safe and would be worth it. Especially when he found a hottie to seduce at the Cavendish party. He wanted every little bit of him to feel as real as possible, both to him and any potential lovers he might encounter. So soft, sleek, sexy fur was in order, to provide a wonderfully comfortable coating for the party sluts to snuggle up against, as well as for Kevin to enjoy while they petted him. Potentially.
He was almost achingly hard by the time he'd gotten his arms in the sleeves and the hood pulled up. He'd been looking forward to tonight for so long, and the elusive prize of sexual intercourse would soon be within his grasp. He let out a chuckle as he pressed the activator tab, ready and eager to start his transformation into the cat-creature of his dreams.
Unfortunately for Kevin, he was quickly going to learn that they were his wet dreams.
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"Greetings, User," the suit said in a pleasant female voice, somehow bypassing Kevin;s ears and speaking to him directly in the mind, "I am ReNA Prototype Command HAV-Feline, currently connecting to Wi-Fi to obtain the latest beta operators from ReNA.com, one moment please."
The young man felt a bit antsy, wanting to get the suit up and running as soon as possible. But he was well aware of the benefits of having his hardware fully up to date and operating at peak efficiency.
"Apologies for the wait, it will be several minutes before the patches are fully up and operational, though in the mean time we can begin activation on the suit's primary physical structure, which has not been updated. Would this be preferable?" the cool, calm, ever so slightly robotic female voice asked. The voice sounded kind of like the evil computer villain from Kevin's favorite first-person shooter, except with all the crazy sucked out and replaced with sexy.
"Uh... sure." Kevin said with a shrug, letting out a small gasp as he felt the nanomatter going to work.
"Also, the beta modification for permanent enhancement has been cleared for product testing. Would you like this installed as well?"
Kevin grinned, "Fuck yeah! That'll give you a better base to work with, so with the suit fully active it'll make me even bigger and more muscular, right?"
"Correct!" replied the suit, "The Command HAV protocols have been downloaded, and are being installed to your suit as part of the beta testing. Unlike a standard ReNA suit, myself and Serpentess are able to utilize latent networking functions to exert some control over other ReNA suits. Would you like..."
"Sure, just do whatever is needed for full operation for the beta testing." Kevin said, interrupting. He moaned a bit as he felt himself altering, a warm tingle suffusing his body.
"There are several additional mods that I am able to beta test. ReNA is offering one hundred dollars compensation for the use and full testing of each. Would you..."
"For three hundred bucks? Sure! I'll do anything!" The beta testing just about covered the cost of his own suit.
"Suit Serpentess is about to initiate nanomatter formation, would you like to have your partner engage in the beta for these modules as well for additional compensation?" the suit's computer said, sounding almost amused.
"Hell yeah!" Kevin said excitedly.
"Compensation will be delivered as a chargeback on your credit card or as..."
"That's good," the grinning young man in the orange-gold latex suit said quickly, "a chargeback would be just great."
Damn, that covered the cost of Kevin's suit entirely, and most of Elena's. In fact, with the two hundred bucks he'd scammed her out of, he came out even.
"Patches and modules fully applied to myself and Serpentess. Activating beta modules..."
There was a strange sensation spreading though Kevin's mind, memories, thoughts, emotions, and desires looked over too fast to process. It was quite a rush, filling him with an adrenaline spike. His body gave off a few soft pops, the body boosting procedure adding to his height. Kevin could feel the muscles being artificially stimulated as the nanites built onto them. He wished there was a mirror in his computing lair so he could see what he looked like.
But comparing himself to the back of the couch, he had grown at least three or four inches, as it was no longer even with his waist.
"Thirty three percent of the primary physique boost is complete. Utilizing a proprietary process of converting nanomatter into bio-identical tissue, you will naturally reach approximately half the height adjustment you requested for your costume. Please open the first canister of nanomatter so that we can continue."
"S-sure!" Kevin said, feeling giddy. He placed a hand on the metal container, the slick orange fabric of the suit oozed off of his fingers and onto the cap, activating the plug of 'guardian' nanites that would assure tamper prevention. The nanomatter was a sort of fluid, a suspension of the nanites in some sort of inorganic formula they could use to build things. Typically artificial muscles and tissue and the like, typically it was only about half as good as the real stuff.
"Beta module: Mindscan complete. Testing criteria one of two met. Beta module: Computer Mindlink activating, computer network access requires password, password retrieved from Mindscan results, activating... processing..."
It was incredible; Kevin could FEEL the inside of his computer, accessing everything at the blink of an eye. In moments he read over the entire collection of Pawstruck fiction he'd written, the erotic comics he'd had commissioned, and each and every pin up and porn pic that had been done of her.
There were other things, but nothing managed to stir quite the emotional response from him. Having the thought of his favorite creation in all her glory, implanted directly into his mind made him horny as hell. He wrapped a hand around his throbbing, and nano-enlarged, erection and began stroking himself slowly.
"Beta module: Subconscious desires and fantasy fulfillment activated. Applying... creating interface personality kit and communications array..." the suit's computer said in its cold voice.
"Personality interface complete, activating..." the voice seemed to change, becoming more excitable, happy, bouncy, and pleasant.
"Hello, Master," the suit purred, "I'm Pawstruck, and I'll be taking the place of boring ol' HAV-X while you're wearing me."
Kevin gasped his eyes wide. The voice was just how he'd imaged his creation to sound. He felt a caress upon his chest, like fingertips brushing over his growing muscles, in his mind there was an image of the seductive feline behind him, her fingertips mirroring the sensations he felt upon his chest.
"Mmm... now let me be a good girl and take care of this." She purred, her delicate, padded hand nudging Kevin's aside and wrapping around his member, "My master should not have to do this one his or her own, you know."
He groaned softly as Pawstruck continued, peppering his neck with kisses, "Well, you know what? I've went and made a couple mod profiles for you, since with me going to work making you all sexy and studly underneath me and having a bigger base to build on, as well as the results from the other three beta modules we've installed. So one of them is as close to the original layout as I can go, one is that form mixed with some attributes that I just know you'll love..."
Kevin got an image of being nearly seven, maybe seven and a half feet tall, with Pawstruck on her knees before him, her lips wrapped around his fourteen inch cock.
"And there's one that I've put together to make all your wildest dreams come true, you and me, together, as long as you're wearing me. All of them have, pretty much, the things you wanted for your behavior mods, so..." the catgirl's lips pressed softly against his own. "What do you want to be?"
Kevin moaned with delight, his dream girl as good at teasing him and making him feel incredible, just as he'd written her. The lovely little submissive, snuggly, sex-hungry catgirl whore of his dreams. "W-wildest dreams?" he whispered.
"Oh yeah, those wonderful, dark, demented little thoughts and ideas that make you rock hard and messy in your dreams, the ones that leave you more fulfilled than any fapping during your conscious hours, the ones juuuuust beyond the fog of your mind that you can never remember, only knowing that they were the greatest thing ever and that you want to go back to them every night, all night, if you could. Exploring the land of your dreams as this idealized being..." Pawstruck purred, "I can make you that individual."
"Y-yes, please, yes..." Kevin moaned, collapsing on the couch as his knees grew weak with pleasure. "Do whatever it takes, install any mods, any behavior alterations, anything... just let me live those wonderful dreams."
"I'd love to." Pawstruck purred, her mental image moving to be astride Kevin, rather than behind him. He could see himself from a third person perspective, maybe a foot taller and fifty pounds of muscle heavier. Kevin didn't look quite as Conan-esque as he'd wanted, but there were still another five canisters of nanomatter to use to get things just right.
Pawstruck lowered herself down onto him, her bluntly clawed fingertips tracing over his biceps, making stripes appear upon the orange suit, which began to grow tighter, finally activating fully to make itself look like a part of Kevin, rather than something he was wearing. It flowed over his face and hair, adding to his tigerish looks, giving him the platinum blonde hair he'd wanted with the outfit. Essentially being Pawstruck's male equivalent in the fantasy genre, a big and powerful tiger barbarian, rather than a lithe, agile, and busty catgirl.
The nanites began to add onto him, his nails seeming to extend into the same blunt claws as Pawstruck, he could feel his tongue grow rough, all the better to pleasure the beauties he'd no doubt be finding at the costume party tonight. His ears began to reshape, taking on the elven points he'd requested. He felt a little too squeamish to get anything that would actually involve being reshaped, aside from the physique booster. So he'd gone with elven ears rather than feline. But Pawstruck seemed to be disappointed, a pout appearing on her perfect face.
"Oh come on, you know you want to be the perfect kitty..." she purred, toying with Kevin's pointed ears.
She was growling softly with each exhalation, a touch that Kevin thought was sexy, the half-beast girl unable to fully control her feral side while being pleasured, able to easily be reduced from a fully sentient she-cat to a yeowling sex-kitten in heat. He couldn't resist her, and to be honest he'd wanted the cat ears but was unable to overcome his nervousness and discomfort. He'd thought it would hurt. But it felt just like the muscle and bone alterations, gentle, warm, and kind of ticklish.
"There we are," Pawstruck purred, stroking her master's ears, caressing his growing hair. He'd wanted it to be nice and long, perfect, silky smooth, and flowing. Kind of like the elves in the Lord of the Rings movies, except with a more masculine look.
Kevin felt three more of the nanomatter canisters opening, flowing over him, into him. His body seemed done growing height wise now, and was more concerned with being filled out. His body was tall and willowy, like a basketball player, rather than a bodybuilder. But he was sure that was all about to change.
"Oh yeah, it's going to change so much!" Pawstruck cried, panting, "You're going to love it!"
Everything felt so good, so sensitive, so warm... even Pawstruck's tongue over his nipple felt wonderful. Her softly padded palms stroked and caressed his growing chest, making Kevin moan with delight. He could feel himself filling out in other areas as well, it felt heavenly.
Kevin cracked his eyes open, not relying on the projection of his form in his mind, he wanted to see it for himself. He looked down over his tawny furred form, admiring his six pack and his pectorals. Though they looked a bit big in comparison to the rest of his chest. Maybe the nanites were working on one muscle group at a time?
The bones in Kevin's face popped softly, reforming his features more towards ideal of human perfection. He cried out as a sudden sensation of pins and needles filled him, a new limb suddenly added to his senses. He moaned as his new tail swayed back and forth, fluffy and snow-leopard like. His new feline ears twitched at the sound he made. It sounded.... feminine?
Kevin opened his eyes again and looked down at his body, he could see that his butt and hips had grown thicker, mass seemingly pulled from his waist to fuel the change. His hands were slender, equally as girlish.
He shrieked, the sound completely and utterly feminine. He brought his hands to the growing breasts upon his anatomy, letting out a soft cry of pleasure, they were totally real, not an illusion or projection.
"Wh-what..." he stuttered, a familiar voice, but not his own, pouring sexily from his throat.
"You want to be me," Purred Pawstruck, "You've always wanted to be me."
Kevin fell off the couch, crawling on all fours away from the canisters of nanomatter, not wanting to have any further female alterations.
"That's not going to work. We have more than enough material to make you into me." She purred.
"I... I don't..." Kevin protested.
"Sweetie, you know you don't have any attachment to that silly, stick-thin thing you called a body until ninety seconds ago..."
Kevin's eyes widened, how was that possible? It seemed like almost an hour had passed since he'd put on the suit.
"Our introduction happened at the speed of thought," Pawstruck explained, "Elena's just put on her suit and had her alterations start as well. I took the liberty of pulling a few things from your own mind for Serpentess to suggest to her own, to see if our users fantasies are perfectly compatible."
"St-stop it!" Kevin begged, "I don't want to be you!"
Pawstruck laughed, "Of course not! You want just about everything, all the things you love about girls, all the bits you want to have fun with, to love, lick, stroke, pet, and caress. All of that will be available for you any time you want now. All you need to do to see the girl of your dreams is to look into the mirror."
The mental image of the tigress was sitting on Kevin's back, her tail curled around his cock, which was still growing.
"You don't want to be a girl, I know that. But at the same time you find it far more sexy to have two girls having fun together than a girl and a boy. You and I both know full well about all those delicious pics you have, just take the important bit of the boy and stick it on one of the girls. What are you complaining about? You get to keep all the important plumbing, never have to worry about periods, and you still get the big, bountiful, beautiful boobies that you've always wanted to get your hands on."
"No! I don't want to b-b-be..." Kevin protested, his body continuing to take on an increasingly feminine form even as his muscles continued to grow, but far slower than his tits. They surpassed those on the Pawstruck character model easily, in game she was supposed to be sexy, but not a blatantly obvious sex-beast, though most of the art he'd had done was of a far bustier version.
Kevin cried out as a mental barrier broke down in his mind, drowning him in a deluge of forgotten dreams, all of them of the wet sort, all the ones he could never remember, all of them featuring himself as Pawstruck, save for having a cock.
"I'm not!" Kevin whimpered, "I'm not! I'm not!"
"Sssh, sssh, sssh," Pawstruck purred, "You don't have to pretend with me. I know all the things you know, and all the things you lie to yourself about. This is turning you on more than any artist's impression of us could ever do. Our cock is a mess; we've been pouring out precum like a spigot just about since you put me on."
Kevin could feel the precum, thick, cool, and slick, it oozed down his shaft, over his balls, saturated his thighs, dripped down onto the floor in this, sticky gobs. He felt like crying, and he let the tears flow, trailing down golden furred cheeks.
"Sssh, just let it out. All that frustration, all that fear, all that shame that you've hidden away." Pawstruck said softly, running her fingers through Kevin's hair, "You've given me permission to do everything to fulfill your dreams and fantasies, now, let's slip those behavior mods into place."
"No! Stop!" Kevin begged, feeling the warm tickle flow into his brain.
He'd crawled into the hallway, almost to the bathroom, somehow hoping Elena could help him overcome the costume. He managed to get onto his knees, reaching up with one perfect hand to grasp the knob, when something caught his eye. It was his reflection, showing in the mirror at the end of the hallway.
He managed to get his legs beneath him for a few steps before crashing to his knees once more. He reached out and felt the glass; it was most definitely a mirror, not an illusion. His jade, slit-pupilled eyes staring in rapt fascination at his altered form, his every desire made real.
"Is... is that me?" he whispered.
"It's us." The suit replied, "Aren't we beautiful?"
"Y-yes..." Kevin said softly, head lowered in shame. But lowering his head made his gaze go from his reflection to his breasts; they were huge, perfectly, wonderful, they were the tits of some fertility goddess that had gotten into porn. They were almost like beachballs on her chest, but Kevin felt no discomfort from their weight. As a matter of fact they felt... good. Just by being there they gave him sort of a low, erotic thrill. And actually caressing them? Oh it was far more than a mere thrill.
Kevin couldn't help it, his lips parted in a half-growl, half-moan, his fingertips digging into the soft, sensitive flesh of one breast, the other hand wrapping around his thick cock. He watched as his body continued to change, his shaft and nipples becoming a deep, glistening black. His hair continued to grow out once again, from shoulder length to the shoulder blades, one step closer to the length that he needed to truly be Pawstruck. It wouldn't be so bad. In fact it would be a lot of fun.
No one at the Cavendish party would know that beneath the sexy, sultry, slutty female exterior was a short, underweight, shy, nerdy boy who had never been able to truly understand his own sexuality. It made him blush.
"There," Pawstruck purred, "Doesn't that feel better? Doesn't that feel right?"
"Y-yes..." Kevin moaned, his shame, his fears, his self-loathing all being burned away by the fires of his... no, her lust.
"Do you want this to stop? Do you want to go back to being what you were?" the suit asked.
"...No..." Pawstruck whispered, in the flesh.
"Louder." The suit demanded.
She let out another growling moan, "N-no!" she said, louder this time.
Something moved behind Pawstruck and she spun to face the figure. Her eyes widened at the sight of Elena, fully suited up like herself. Covered head to toe in sleek, smooth, shiny blackness, only a few markings of red to break up the uniformity. A thick tail swayed behind her, and...
Pawstruck licked her lips, her mouth watering at the sight; between Elena's legs was something she'd seen on a few images of the dickgirls she collected pics of, some furry thing she'd originally not been interested in. But the sight of the sexualized creatures with their strange, serpentine cocks had always stuck with her, and now he was staring at one in the flesh.
"I can turn off my programs, reverse everything." The suit teased, "I can let you go back to your normal life without granting you all the deliciously deviant fantasies you have inside you head..."
Pawstruck let out a cute little moan of pleasure as she imagined her lips wrapped around that sweet serpent-shaft, "No!" she whispered, loving every moment of being in her new body.
"No!" she repeated, for good measure.
"This is your fault, isn't it?" Elena purred, a hint of malice beneath her tone. She sounded more confident, in control, dominating than she usually did. That voice was enough to make Pawstruck lower her head, bowing in delightful submission.
She didn't want to make her mistress angry, didn't want to tell the truth about what happened, about her fantasies being made reality. So she lied, just a little lie, not even a lie.
"I-I was just goofing off!" she protested, trying to keep the smile from her face, "I was playing around with the interface on the site, to see what was possible. I don't know how it happened, this isn't what I ordered!"
Which was true, the snake-cock and her own alterations were the result of the mind-scanning beta mod, not a screwed up order.
"I didn't think I saved the settings for these!" she whimpered, a shiver of pleasure creeping through her.
Elena mulled over the explanation, her tongue, long, black, and forked flicking out into the air. Oh how Pawstruck wanted to suckle upon that tongue, to explore her mistress' mouth...
The shemale let out a soft cry as the serpent dug her talons into one plush breast, making the catgirl's body virtually light up with sexual pleasure. It was so intense she was lost in it, unable to make out her mistress' words for a few moments.
"...so you can have something to fantasize about as you run instanced missions." Serpentess finished.
"I-I just wanted to raid better!" Pawstruck protested, hoping against hope that she was a good enough actor for her mistress not to see through the white lie, Kevin made Pawstruck because he'd wanted to be her, and playing her in an online game had been as close as he could get, until now, "And see what I could do with ReNA's softw..."
The she-serpent twisted her grip, derailing Pawstruck's train of thought entirely. The suit made the last few changes, the catgirl's platinum tresses now ending just above her tail, her lips taking on the same sleek onyx coloration as her other sensual parts. Pawstruck shivered, her body complete.
There was a soft sound, almost like a hiss ever so slightly outside of Pawstruck's hearing, but somehow being heard nonetheless. She spotted the tensing of the serpent shaft, and covered her face instinctively. But he mistress' snake-cock wasn't interested in striking her, it seemed far more interested in taking the shemale catgirl's own length into itself, just as stretchy and flexible as a real serpent.
Pawstruck cried out, the sensation more intense than any of the few vagina analogue type toys she'd purchased and hidden away. It moved for one thing, tightening and rippling around her length, which was far bigger than it had been as Kevin, and far more sensitive. Pawstruck was literally made for fucking, and pleasuring others would always result in equal self-pleasure. But she was too overwhelmed with new sensations to move, to properly please her owner like she was supposed to.
The reptilian supervillainess dug her fingers into Pawstruck's hair, pulling it just hard enough to hurt, but not enough to cause lasting pain, just how she liked it. "Be a good kitten and pleasure your mistress and maybe I'll forgive you."
Pawstruck's heart skipped a beat and she lowered her head further, as much to hide her smile as to show her submission. She felt guilty that she was paralyzed by her own pleasure, unable to fully use herself to satisfy the needs of her sweet Serpentess, she whimpered softly.
"You'll love it," Serpentess growled, "Your altered form is designed for it."
It was, more than she'd ever know.
"Say it for me," she demanded, "say that you're a good slutty sex kitten."
Pawstruck cried out with orgasmic bliss, not only as her member erupted into explosions of pleasure radically different than anything she'd felt as a human male, but also in sheer joy at having her innermost desires granted. She would get to be the being she'd always wanted to be, with a wonderful and perfect mistress to please and obey to command her.
"Say it whore!" Serpentess growled, her shaft slurping up every drop of seed from her pet, "Say it or I'll drag you down to the lounge and fuck you in front of everyone!"
The shemale's fur fluffed in a blush, the very thought of it made her so very, very hot. She shivered at the very idea of being fucked in public, so wonderful and delicious... but she couldn't let her mistress know that. She'd done this before, playing the shameful, recently-tamed sex-slave in one of her stories. Of them all, it had been the one that had turned on Kevin the most.
"But the party!" she protested, despite herself she wanted to attend the Cavendish party, seduce some cute girls, and fuck them senseless.
"Say it!" the she-serpent growled, gripping Pawstruck's ears tightly.
"I... I..." she licked her lips, "I'm a slutty kitten," she said softly. Then her eyes went wide; she'd screwed it up! "Sex!" she added, "Wait, sex! I'm a slutty sex kitten!"
It felt so very good to say those words, it made her purr as Serpentess withdrew her member, leaving a trail of glistening seed between the two. The sensation made Pawstruck gasp. She was meant to be able to go all night if her mistress desired, and as a result was still fully erect and ready to go. The sensation of the snake-cock pulling off of her own and the coolness of the air upon it was enough to make her eyes glaze over in bliss.
She happily nuzzled her mistress' midsection, her tongue slipping out. She rose, teasing her mistress' nipple, "Mmm.... I'm a slutty sex kitten." She repeated. "Your sex kitten, my mistress." She said, wrapping her arms around her owner in a gentle hug.
"Yes, yes you are, my sweet." The she-snake said, stroking behind her pet's ears. Pawstruck's suit computer fed data to her mistress' own, making it appear that it was continuing to alter her mind, when there had long since been nothing remaining to alter.
"Fully activating her networking interface," Pawstruck's computer component said, letting the serpent have the same command control module that she did. It would allow her to spread her fantasies to other suit wearers, just as Pawstruck had to her own.
The she-serpent pulled away, leaving Pawstruck kneeling in place like a good little shemale sex-slave. She returned a moment later, with a collar and leash that Kevin's sister had left the last time she visited. The catgirl nearly orgasmed as it was fastened around her neck.
Pawstruck panted, moaning softly, her cock fully erect and ready to go. She eagerly followed her mistress into the bedroom. Serpentess opened Elena's closet, looking over a few items, she placed a hand on one, the nanites spreading over it, altering it.
"Her suit came with a different beta module installed, rather than our body boost, it is a fabrication module to create temporary items." The AI explained.
Serpentess grinned and looked over the garment, then back at Pawstruck, "Put that feline flexibility to work while I get dressed." She said with a chuckle.
Pawstruck moaned at the very idea of it, and in an instant she was following he mistress' order. She had done this so many times in her dreams, it felt almost familiar as her shaft slipped between her two softly furred breasts, her lips parting to take it into her mouth, her textured tongue expertly working it over. It was so much better when it was happening for real...
"And then once you're done putting on a show for me, you can get dressed and we can go to that Cavendish party." She said with a grin.
It was nearly enough to make Pawstruck climax then and there. It was exactly what she wanted, and it was one of her mistress' own fantasies. To corrupt and seduce rich socialites and bring them under her thrall. The idea of them being suited sexpets was new, but to Elena's lusts the method didn't matter, only the result.
Pawstruck heard her mistress laugh wickedly with delight, loud and long, a proper villainous laugh. Mmm... that, however, was just enough to make her cum. |
(F tf Minotaur, F tf ferret hybrid)
Ariadne is a hard woman to read. When she was little she was very bull-headed and often clashed with what other kids liked. Where others attempted to mimic those they liked and play along for the sake of making friends, Adriadne liked what she liked and was never swayed by anyone else. So either someone liked her how she was, or they didn't- she will never conform. Often called a contrarian or aggressive because of this refusal to bend, she started to become more quiet and mysterious in high school. Rather than start conflicts because of her unyielding personality, she simply did not talk in the first place. But she also kept tight lipped about a secret only she knew.
Adriadne's mother Dr. Crettia secretly worked for an organization known as the Rebuilding Humanity Effort, or RHE for short. Operating on a remote privately owned island, they did experimentation on human genes using a mixture of alchemy and magic together. So since she was young, she has dreamed of different creatures she wanted to be. When she was younger, Adriadne did not quite grasp what RHE was trying to do, so her mother often chastised her. 'they change to help further research and help humanity- not to improve themselves or show off'. Hybridizing with animals, all the women on RHEI were made to try and achieve a form that allowed for extended and heavy lactation. Their job was to create milk so people with weak constitutions that could not consume normal foods could still eat. It was a job, and not one that could be put down. If it constantly consumed mana like a spell, the spell would need to be renewed all the time and at that point they might as well just use a spell to multiply the milk itself. It mixed with alchemical tinctures so that it altered the state of the persons DNA. This meant their body made the milk, and the process consumed almost no mana, and never needed to be renewed. It also meant they could not have children because their DNA was no longer correct- and it also meant there was no undo. They could regress some transformations if absolutely needed, but generally speaking the initial changes were permanent. And since RHE's experiments were not super legal... they could not let you go to potentially blab about them. Once someone signed up, they lived on the island forever- with their new body, forever.
Ariadne continued to imagine what forms she could have, and was always interested in listening to her mother tell her of the strange things that lived on RHEI, even after she understood more fully what being on the island meant. One day though, Ariadne's only close friend fell on hard times. She had been having problems finding a job already, but forest fires around their city had gotten bad and consumed some of the outer districts before the firefighters were able to beat back the firestorm. Her friend Lucria's home was among the buildings consumed in the blaze. Lucria was fine because the firefighters had everyone evacuate before the actual flames closed in, but, she was also now homeless, and jobless. Things were looking grim for her, so Dr. Crettia decided to tell Lucria about RHEI. She would have to live on the island from then on, but RHE would buy her food and shelter for her. As if to help her decide, Ariadne said she would sign up as well. She did not want to leave her only friend's side, and RHEI was a paradise island. Sure they would be like dairy cows, but they could leave in peace without having to worry about anything ever again. And so, the two signed themselves up as the newest test subjects for RHE. Lucria was easy to handle, she was sent to Dr. Augustine and she would use a new iteration of the transformation tincture on her. Dr. Crettia understandably demanded control of her own daughter however, and got to work quickly on a new iteration herself. She was starting from scratch, so Ariadne was given hers in relatively small doses to make sure nothing went wrong, so her transformation was gradual, while Lucria practically changed completely over the course of a day and two nights.
Lucria was given the designation number 69, as that was the test number for her tincture. Technically if two people had the exact same tincture there could be multiple test subjects with the same number, but very, very few ever used the same one. It was not always about finding a better way to induce lactation, but simply a different way. RHE were always testing their options, and the name of the game with 69? Multiples. Instead of creating gigantic mammaries, what if they used a species that has many mammary glands. The first thing to change was her nails on her feet and hands, they bunched up- becoming more narrow but thick and pointed, turning into small but sharp claws. By the time she woke up the next day she had a light layer of downy soft fur on the backs of her hands and top of her feet and her digits were fat and shorter! They were all compressing, causing them to get wider so they all rubbed together even when she tried to divide them as much as she could. The skin on the ends of her digits and the very base became thick and bulged up into round neon pink pads! She spent most of the first half of the day just poking and smushing together the pads on her hands and feet. They were super plush and fun to squish in, but also the skin had a ton more layers than anywhere else, making them extremely durable. The fur also spread across her entire hands and feet, and her feet started to stretch out which also promoted her self exploration opposed to exploring the island- because she could not balance while her feet were changing.
Ariadne arrived around noon and sat with her to help her through her much more intense transformation. Ariadne herself did not look any different, but she felt stronger, and two pale brown dots appeared below her breasts- a shadow of things to come. 69's feet stretched out into proper paws, though a bit small for her size. The fur slowly advanced as the afternoon progressed and eventually went all the way to her hips, then got longer as it stopped there, not going far enough back to cover her butt cheeks. Her pubes were replaced with a triangle of soft white fur too though. Her hands became like paws as well but the structure of the hand itself did not change, so her thumbs did not regress and she was still fully able to grasp and manipulate objects like a normal human. Like with her legs, the fur on her hands progressed up her arms and then formed longer plumes at her shoulders but again did not touch her torso. At this point a tail started to grow as well, forcing her to pull her pants down a bit in the back to let it grow out but she was only keeping the company of Ariadne so far anyway, so she did not really care. Ariadne herself complained a bit that her body felt tight and stiff. Lucria tried not to stare the few times Ariadne leaned back and she was able to see the hardening array of abdominal muscles on her stomach! She was getting more muscular!
Once her limbs had fully formed, Lucria actually did not sit still. She was pouncing up on the furniture like a cat, and skittering around the house on all fours and on two legs to try out her new body, but Ariadne kept telling her to slow down and take it easy. Her transformation was not yet done. 69's tail was already growing bushy soft fur on it while it was still getting longer and longer, causing it to expand in diameter with fluff as it expanded in length with actual flesh and bone. She went to get a snack from the fridge when she felt a prickling feeling just below her nose and sneezed suddenly, causing her to bend over quickly just enough to smash her forehead on the freezer door! Ariadne hustled over to help her and before Lucria could even figure out what happened to make her head hurt, she sneezed again, and then again! She was trapped in a sneezing fit and Ariadne spotted the end of her nose quickly turning pink, and a slew of whiskers growing out of her face! When the whiskers grew several inches long she was able to stop sneezing, but her face still felt odd. Her already four foot long and growing tail was lashing around behind her in irritation. She grabbed her face with both paw-hands and muffled snaps and pops could be heard as the bone of her skull started expanding forward! The bridge of her nose was becoming more subdued as the skull under it pushed up and forward in its place. Her teeth became sharper and more narrow, turning to small fangs. Her mid length red hair started to fade rapidly, turning white and getting softer to match her fur!
Ariadne gently took her hands away once the sounds stopped to look at the damage and smiled timidly. "Short muzzle, yea, that is a ferret alright."
Lucria suddenly looked embarrassed and timid. "Do I really look just like a ferret?"
"I don't know about exactly like one. You have no fur on your face. Dr. Augustine said they chose ferret for your transformation because they have very long flexible bodies, which gives more room for more teats. Which should allow you to make up for lack of size with increased number."
Lucria pulled her shirt up so they could both look at her torso and sure enough, there was many pink bumps down her body, almost looking like bug bites right now because they were still forming. They counted eight, so if you add her normal breasts that would make ten total. Her tail finally stopped growing at the same length as the entire rest of her body, and because of how fluffy the white fur on it was, it was just as wide as her torso too. Though the actual flesh and blood tail within was a skinny little thing. Her transformation seemed to slow down toward dinner time and seemed to be stopping, but it was just doing more fine work that was not outwardly noticeable. Her nipples stiffened and stretched, the areola formed and the mammary glands formed behind each, branching milk veins and chambers out.
Ariadne however went through a very different transformation. Having her own daughter as a test subject made Dr. Crettia rethink her methods. Rather than base the form on increased milk production she was trying to build a stronger woman. She used bull gene traits as a basis and carefully balanced it out so it would not interfere with her female hormone level. She did not want to change Ariadne's gender. So Ariadne felt tight because her muscles swelled up below the surface, making her stronger and pulling the skin tighter across them. She felt stiff because her skeletal structure was actually expanding, making her entire body larger! The muscle structure had to do double-time because it had to not only increase in density but also expand to follow the bones within. This caused her sockets to not sit quite right, causing joints to pop as they re-set at their new size frequently as time went on. Her slower transformation took about three days for this phase. In the first day she simply felt stronger but stiff and unable to move properly. It was the second day when she was noticeably taller and more muscular. By the third day she was two feet taller than she had been and had an extremely athletic build! Her muscles were tight- these were not 'show muscles', they were lean and effective. Because they were not bulbous they did not interfere with her feminine form, and were the most noticeable on her gut which was rock solid abs now, causing a few bulging veins to be noticeable toward her groin, pinched between skin and muscle. Increased abdominal muscles also comes with the added side effect of greater vaginal grip and control- her pussy was strong too.
Now Ariadne was having to get used to being able to move too easily. She did not have to work for her new muscle mass, so she was not at all used to being this strong and accidentally broke a glass from holding it too hard, almost bust the window on her front door closing it too hard, and could only scurry across to Lucria's house once during these days because her outfit was torn and practically rags on her at this point- she needed to wait for RHE to send her a new clothing fit. Her feet started to rapidly lengthen on the fourth day, and this transformation only took a few hours. Her soles rose far over the ground as they stretched tremendously and the bones inside all fused together into a single huge bone segment. Her toes drew together but unlike Lucria's, it was not because they were growing fatter and shorter. The bones inside were drawn together and fused, forcing her nails to unite, growing thicker and darker as they expanded! Ariadne was growing cloven hooves, like a bovine. She almost did not even notice among the stronger transformations that a tail was growing behind her. The tail was very thin, and she only really felt the growth at the very end, where her skin needed to race to keep up with the growth inside and eventually bloomed into a bushy tassel.
Embarrassingly enough the bovine traits did not stop at her feet, and trailed up her legs as the day went on. By the time she was going to sleep that night, Ariadne's legs had shifted shape to be much more bovine, but still not quite. Cows have fairly stout legs for the size of their body, but that would not do for a creature that walks upright. Because of this, her hips remained untouched in shape, though grew a bit in size- nothing too extreme. Her thighs bulked with muscle, pulling the skin taught, but the muscle structure was a bit more bovine, causing her thighs to become slightly disk shaped, looking wider when viewed from the side than they actually were. Her tail confused her a few times as well; it was not as easily read as the tail of a canine. Cows do not wag their tails when they are happy, rather it is more a general level of energy. She had control over it and could hold it still or move it deliberately, but whenever she took her mind off of it, it would move automatically and sometimes surprise her when she felt the tassel suddenly brush by her leg. Any itch or tickle on her lower body the tail immediately targeted- this was an instinctual reaction to swat flies and mosquito away. When Ariadne slept though, the transformation trickled into an area she had subconsciously ignored as a possibility. Both her anus and vulva grew in size considerably taking full advantage of her slightly larger hips and became fully bovine! When Ariadne went to the bathroom on waking up the next morning she gawked at the meaty neon pink bulge of her now large pubic mound for nearly a half hour before her still waking brain registered fully what she was looking at.
Ariadne had been holed up waiting for RHE to give her new clothes for two days by then and got tired of waiting. They wanted to make sure she had stopped growing so she did not just outgrow the new clothing as well immediately, but she wanted to check on Lucria! So Ariadne managed to stuff herself into an outfit that just barely held onto her. Her breasts were squished uncomfortably together and even though it was a long sleeve shirt it barely made it past her elbows. Her midriff was fully exposed, and her pant legs only made it a bit past her knees, which actually meant over half her legs were exposed because of the added length from ankle downward. Since her legs retained human length but gained in bovine bone mass and foot structure, her legs were far taller than a normal humans, and nowhere remotely close to a cows. She had to move very carefully trying not to stress her outfit and went to get to Lucria's house, which was thankfully right beside hers. Their test subject numbers were side by side as well after all; Ariadne was 68, Lucria is 69.
Ariadne jumped a bit as two women startled her calling out. "Oh hey! We thought you moved in but haven't seen you around at all." "Yea, welcome to the island, you! What is your name?!"
They both leaned over enthusiastically, causing Ariadne to blush because it also hung and wobbled their tits in that position. Neither woman wore a single bit of clothing, but both stood on sandals since they were among the relatively few subjects that did not possess paws nor hooves. Ariadne stood frozen for an awkwardly long time without saying anything, having a hard time registering what she was looking at. Both women looked about four feet tall at absolute most, maybe less. They were also both virtually identical in appearance! The women introduced themselves as subject 44 and... subject 44. They were born twins, so they also received the exact same tincture to transform them, so they have the same test number. They had not two but four breasts that looked to be around a DD cup in size each... which was extremely impressive given how tiny their bodies are. Their tails tasseled like a cow but extremely long, and they twisted the ends of each others tails around the other whenever they stood together. Their feet were a bit long, and the toes were oddly long and clawed as well- these were the traits of a rodent. Both women were a bit cow and a bit mouse! Their hands had tiny claws and the skin on them were a bit pinkish but otherwise they were human. They both had slightly bucked teeth and their ears were giant. Mostly round, their ear tips still had a slight point at the very end, being both mouse and cow. They both had six nipples total, but only four breasts- the last set of nipples on their upper stomach had no breasts behind them nor could they produce milk, not being properly developed- and because of that they were almost invisible below the lower curve of their second breasts. They had differences, but it was hard to spot. Both wore a thick leather buckled choker around their neck dangling a large cow bell, but only one bell had a clacker- the other did not ring. The other difference was a streak dyed in their hair specifically for identification purposes; Pepper had a red streak, Mint had a green streak. Red and green stripes like a candy cane- together they are peppermint!
"I am subject 68. I was just going to check up on 69, so..."
"Ooh, your friend is the sexy number!" Mint gave her a playful shove. "Don't be silly. Hey but what is your real name 68? Only boys on RHEI use designation numbers." "Yea, boys are too dumb to remember real names." "Haha, that is definitely not the reason."
"Ah... Ariadne. Ariadne Crettia."
"Isn't that one of-" "-the researchers names! Oooh, family in the company." "Special treatment?" "Oh, don't be a gossip Pepper." "I am just curious!" "Hey, they need to send you new clothes huh? Is your transformation done...?" "Yea, they have to provide you with custom clothes if you request it, no matter how bizarre your new frame gets." "She is a relative of Dr. Crettia, I am pretty sure she must already know." "I am just making sure!"
"I uh, already requested it. I still have some changing to do, so."
"It might be easier to just go nude for a bit. We do it all the time." "We sometimes both wear a single big shirt though, its fun, its like playing in a potato sack race, haha." "Yea. Most are female, and the island is totally clothing optional." "And the weather is nice."
Ariadne blushed. "N-no..."
She bowed forward a bit, trying to make a motion to slip away from the conversation and into Lucria's place, but in bowing forward her pants ripped a bit down the middle in the back. When she straightened suddenly a hole tore open in the front of her shirt, creating a cleavage window where the projection of her breasts pulled on the fabric the tightest! She could feel her heart beat in her face as she blushed even redder and her ears felt like they were on fire. Because of this, she did not notice the gentle tickle of a trail of blood dripping down either side of her face.
Mint looked a bit timid at Ariadne's reaction. "Ooh, it's okay if you don't want to either. We won't pressure you." "Y-yea, chill vibes only. We are here to help!" "You can adjust at your own pace." "You are bleeding though." "Yea, uhm, your head is dripping."
Ariadne touched her face and felt the thick hot fluid, tracing the drip back up and coming into contact with a tiny bone spur! She was starting to grow horns, but because of the increased blood pressure in her face from embarrassment it was bleeding more than it should. The twins told her it was fine and she could go ahead to her friend's place to get cleaned up. Ariadne scoot to the kitchen sink to splash water on her face and clean the blood off right away. She was in such a hurry to get the blood off that she did not notice right away the changes that happened to Lucria since last they seen each other. Six nipples started to swell out, growing into stiff pink nubs, then each stood on puffy, slightly projected areola, and then those in turn stacked onto fat little mounds. Over night they swelled into hills, and then stretched and fattened into round orbs. She woke up in the night from the feeling as she squirmed in bed, her nipples dragging on the bedding giving her electric sparks of pleasure! There was six of them and only two hands to tend to them, so she was wedging her hands between tracing the fat round curvature of their sides, cupping and hefting them around and tugging on the seemingly perpetually erect nipples! They each grew into a plump D cup tear shape, but they looked like an almost perfect sphere when sat on her chest while she stood up, because the bottom breasts held up the set above them- so only the bottom set was actually free hanging normally. Now with Ariadne over, she had a top on, but you could still see the bottom half of her bottom breasts under the shirt, and the shirt itself was quite full. Not only that- her pants were pretty full too. Not one but four lumps shoved into the front of her pants from within, she had a small cow udder! So between breasts and udder she had ten teats total. The udder was like a cows in form but it was not especially big- the curvature actually did not project quite as far out as her breasts, though it was a cluster of four. It did not have areola though and instead of aggressive nipples they were actual teats, so as fat and long as a thumb, and even when erect they still flop over from their own weight.
The cool water helped slow the flow of blood and as her nerves settled the bleeding stopped, though the horns were still growing rather quickly. They grew more in width than length at first; turning from bone spurs to fat spikes, then they thickening stopped and they took off in length. It felt like something that stuck in her head and someone had grabbed it and was slowly sliding it out. They arched out away from her head then forward, and then started to curl back in toward her head before stopping. Most of the horn was the off-white of sun-bleached bone, but the tips were black. These were not the horns of a cow, they were far too long- these were bull horns!
Lucria chuckled, standing behind her watching it happen. "Careful you don't put someone's eye out with those. Or heck, you are so tall now, careful you don't break the lights off my ceiling!"
"It's hard to tell how long they are, I can only sort of see them with my peripheral vision...I think my boobs are trying to grow too." At if on queue her shirt tore a bit more. "Yup. Definitely growing."
"Oooh, wanna compare?! Mine are done growing- look at them all!"
Lucria hoisted up her shirt but only the bottom pair popped out. She bunched the shirt up in her hands and pulled again, getting the second set, and then bunched up more shirt in her hands to finally squeeze the top set out and let the shirt rest on the top set of boobs. Ariadne blushed again, but luckily her horns were fully grown now so her forehead did not spring a leak. Not as embarrassed as being around other people, she smiled timidly instead this time and quickly jerked her arms backward, thrusting her chest forward and in one swift motion shredded her shirt completely in half, and also blew the seams around her shoulders partially. Neither had noticed till Lucria pointed out now that she had a second set of boobs below the first! The nipple and areola had formed but only now was the actual breast growing. Ariadne felt it as a warm pressure at first. She wanted to flex to help stretch the skin out but doing so only caused her breasts to hop on their own! Flexing caused her tight pectoral muscles to tense which made the breast attached to it jump, but did nothing to stretch the breast itself. She burst out laughing in amusement of the discovery and Lucria started laughing as well soon after. While they watched her breasts swelling, Ariadne made the two jump back and forth just by flinching her muscles. It only worked with the top breasts, but once the bottom grew large enough the top would collide with them on the way back down and set the bottom breasts into motion from the impact. Because her skin was already firm from the muscle tension below the surface, her breasts also grew quite pert and round. They were soft but the skin especially elastic- you could probably bounce a coin off her tits. The top set bloated up into a round G cups, with the set below those a DD. All four blushed a permanent pink hue now, though her nipples and areola remained a pale brown.
Lucria pointed out another change Ariadne herself had missed though- teats over her crotch! Ariadne felt no growth though, and as they watched they did not seem to change at all. There was four small cow teats on her crotch, neon pink against her peach toned skin but no udder seemed to be forming below them, it was just the teats and nothing else. While bent over looking at the teats however, Ariadne lurched forward and then fell back against the kitchen counter from a surge of change up her spine causing her entire body to tense up a moment, and her skin to get goosebumps. She grit her teeth and moaned in an increasingly deep voice as her spine let off several deep, hollow pops and her head vibrated with each new vertebrae that popped into existence between the others! Her neck was getting longer, the veins in her neck were throbbing large and swollen and the muscle in her neck grew massively as well, making her neck a great deal thicker as well! The skin on the surface clenched from the pulsing growth, but that also caused it to bunch up and stretch toward the front, forming increasingly long thick folds of flesh! Ariadne grew a full bovine neck which also altered her voice to be very deep, though still womanly. A bit confused at first, she reached up and grabbed at the dense loose skin at the front of her neck, so long the bottom folds almost touched her breasts. It was very squishy in her hands since it was nothing but skin, but the feeling from the flesh itself was minimal- there was a low nerve count inside of it. Lucria explained it was called a dewlap- some species of cow have them, like Brahman.
As a final change, Ariadne bowed forward a bit again and held her face with both hands. The cartilage in the bridge of her nose popped loudly several times as the bridge became much wider, and projected less forward. Her ears rapidly started to change as the cartilage there thinned and their form became thin and leaf shaped. Muscles developed in their base to allow them to pivot around and face sounds- like her tail, the direction of her ears could be controlled directly or move automatically. By the time she raised her head out of her hands, her nose had restructured. Though she did not have a muzzle of any sort, her nose had reshaped to that of a cow! The end was now textured and moist, and that same soft grey skin trailed from her nose to her lips which now matched it! Ariadne had a few question for her mother when she seen her next. She looked sort of masculine, though still clearly female. Her body was large and strong, but only mildly adapted to milking. She would not even start to lactate for another week and a half, and her production was never especially impressive... at least, compared to the other residents of RHEI. While she found her new body impressive and empowering, it did seem to go in a completely different direction than RHE normally shoots for.
Lucria was actually not done her transformation either. She had not mentioned anything to Ariadne earlier when she was over, because apparently the final transformation stage required sexual stimulation to promote. So, she started to throw gutter balls with her mind later on as she relaxed for the night and ripped her bedding up to make a nest of softness for herself at the head of the bed. She held up a potion bottle separate of her tincture- it would control magnitude, because Lucria had been indecisive on what final size she would like. So she was given this round bottomed potion bottle full of dimly glowing blue liquid. Lucria was a bit nervous as she looked at it and remembered the instructions. With this she could control her own size, but this potion activated part of her tincture- which is a permanent part of her DNA now. So while she could keep adding size on, she could not subtract size. Not easily, or completely anyway. A tablespoon of the potion will give her a cup size, but two tablespoons did not equal two cups. The doses amplified as you went, so to get two cup sizes would be more like one and a half tablespoons. But then three tablespoons would end up more like six cup sizes or more. So, she popped the lid off and drank a small pit of the potion. It surprised her when she put it in her mouth because the fluid reacted with the moisture on her tongue and started to fizz. She lifted her butt just long enough to pull her pants off and then cupped her paw-hand over her hot pubic mound, her labia already swelling up a bit and blushing pink in arousal. Her sexual stimulus and the potion together triggered the dormant portion of her transformation.
Lucria arched back and cried out in arousal a bit louder than she intended as her back popped loudly! Her entire body seemed to jerk longer, putting strain on her organs for just a moment before everything swelled and stretched to settle into the new size, and then another pop! Her long hair-like fur started to get shorter, but the hairline started to advance backwards as well, slowly spreading out across the back onto her neck! Her neck started to slowly grow longer, and her torso quickly grew longer and more flexible. That was the reason she got ferret as her species in the first place- long flexible torso meant more room for tits! She arched her back up and down with the sensation of the spine popping as it grew, which caused all her many mammaries to jostle around violently and collide with one another as they puffed up. They firmed as they filled with greater mass and then started to swell and fatten larger overall- though her nipples and teats remained the same size. She started to get a little worried the farther her body stretched, because she could no longer grab her vulva! Her arms can't reach that far! At first Lucria thought she had maybe drank too much of the potion, but her body length wasn't controlled by that, it was already a length set by the scientists, so Lucria couldn't have screwed that up. Even her neck was almost double the length it had been, but did not bulk up like Ariadne's neck had. Instead, her hair regressed into normal fur, and consumed her entire neck, getting a little bit longer toward the front of her collar where its growth stopped. It did not advance onto her face still- it stopped where her hair line would have in the front.
Because she did not have nearly enough hands to touch all her tits, and could no longer reach her pussy, Lucria bent forward to squish her tits together as they grew, and in doing so noticed how easily she could bend her torso now. Her back got much longer- her rib cage didn't. She lifted both her hips and head up and surprised herself, managing to bend herself in a complete circle! She unintentionally booped her lips against her... other lips. Her arousal spiked at this revelation and she wrapped her extremely puffy tail around the back of her head to help her hold this pose, while her legs hung sort of limp over either side of her head. She used her paw-hands to grab two teats from her udder each, pinching them together to hold them and then yanking back on them, occasionally wiggling them back and forth to shake the fatty mass and revel in the pleasurable ripples through her tender flesh. She paused only a moment to take one hand away and grab the potion bottle. Her breasts swelled subtly and relatively slow- clearly she had taken far too little. The feeling of the second dose piggybacking on the strength of the first sent pleasurable warm tingles through all her tits- and since they covered the entire front half of her very long body, it was basically full body pleasure! She kissed her pussy, dug in with her tongue and occasionally nibbled lightly on her own clit as she held her position of a human circle- the inside a ring of tits. Her breasts swelled steadily but still fairly slow, the stretching skin and nerves created a very mild but constant pleasure that never paused. Her udder unlike her breasts became much more apparent through sheer weight. It flopped down, which in this position put it onto her belly and far enough up that her folded over lower breasts touched it and the nipples from one were jousting with the teats on the other. She squealed at a loud extremely high pitch almost sounding like a whistle as a sharper pleasure fired into her! Her breasts all started to firm up and shove back against one another harder, forcing her to unfold, reluctantly getting her face pushed away from her crotch.
She grabbed her top breasts and as soon as she put pressure on the stiffening spheres the pleasure and heat launched forward and into the nipples so fast they vibrated for a moment before several thin streams of milk erupted out! The stimulation and rapid growth was forcing rapid lactation! She had far too much to milk so she managed to arch her body back forward enough that she could once again grab and yank her udder teats and used the length of her arms across the sides of all six breasts to squeeze inward, causing a little bit of milk to spray from all ten of her taps! In an arousal driven frenzy she breathlessly swung her arm over and grabbed the potion off the night stand again. She hesitated a moment, her heart pounding as the glass touched her lips. She drank a bit more and then before she could stop herself, she took even more in, swallowing almost a full mouthful! She moaned over and over, each time getting more shrill as her limbs felt like jelly as the pleasure completely took the strength out of her muscles. Her body twitched and jiggled violently as the bed springs groaned and her mammaries became fatter and fatter! Her form remained lethe but her tits became obese. The milk built faster than she could empty it herself, forcing a trickle out completely on its own, and then small streams which arched higher and higher up as her pleasure broke new ground on levels of possibility. Ariadne tried to ignore her screams of pleasure from her house a distance away that night, but it was a bit difficult. Just what was going on over there?
The next day Ariadne seen her mother in the labs to ask about her form. "So, not that I don't like it..."
Dr. Crettia sighed, looking out her lab window at the rest of RHEI far below. "RHE was originally created by Moth to improve humanity. To help her native world adapt to a situation it could not have otherwise. When she left we found a new purpose in providing specialized foods for the world in secret, while also continuing our research on manipulating and improving on the human body. But our research had become a bit narrow minded."
"So you designed me to just be... better overall?"
"Yes. You are stronger, yet feminine. You are still able to give ample milk when desired so my work has not strayed that far from our current operations. I wanted.... I wanted you to be able to stand as an idol for the rest of the women on this island. You have always been rather quiet, and stoic. You are strong Ariadne, unrelentingly so. I have given you a body to reflect the strength of your conviction."
Ariadne blushed. "But I don't even have any reason to be strong anymore, heh. I mean, I live on a paradise island now, what am I even going to do with power?"
"That I will leave up to you. What do you want to do? RHE operates on a private island in secret so we do not really pay any taxes or have to pay rent or anything- our budgeting is actually quite generous. Whatever you think of, I am sure we can arrange. You cannot go back to the normal world, but we can bring as much of the outside world as you want onto the island."
Later that day, Ariadne found out the fate of Lucria from Mint and Pepper. She had taken way more of the potion than anyone was expecting and grew to a size in which she could not move around normally- she could only move in short bursts and was for the most part now immobile! That put her into a special classification of test subjects known as the extremes, changing her subject designation to 69-XV. Ariadne needed her mother's access code to get into a secret bunker below the labs where the extreme subjects were housed. For one reason or another they were incapable of living normally on their own, even on the paradise island scenario where their food and shelter is provided. In a huge chamber in the bunker was a regular sized house, and inside of that was Lucria! While Ariadne was distressed for her new fate, Lucria seemed perfectly fine with it. Each of her six breasts was the size of a large beach ball, and her udder was the size of an entire beanbag chair! She could lift herself but not carry it- so she could only move around making lurching motions to heave her many tits ahead of her, inch forward, then heave them forward again. Though Ariadne had a hard time understanding it, Lucria seemed quite content with this situation and went on at length about how all consuming the pleasure was, and how good she was at her new job making milk. She even had a custom milking device installed that suited her unique form. It looked like a large sphere of foam rubber with various pipes connected down into it. She pulled it down and then aligned her gigantic udder with a pocket shaped perfectly for it. It was a bit hard to fit in because the udder was so squishy, but once the suction turned on it pulled the udder snug into the pocket and then soft rubber rings tightened at the base of each teat. She then slowly turned the orb and fit her bottom breasts into two sockets, then her middle breasts, then her top breasts, and each had another set of rubber rings to hug the base of her fat nipples. She cradled the warm ball with her body and the rhythmic pumping started from the last two teats up to the top two nipples in a wave motion causing her to moan and involuntarily hump the sphere as it milked her.
Ariadne was blushing from watching the demonstration and sighed. "It will be a pain in the ass finding my way here through the halls of this hidden area."
"Making excuses so you don't have to hang out as muh-haaah... ah. I thought Minotaurs were good at navigating labyrinths?"
Ariadne chuckled. "Touche."
These days you can find Ariadne's house in the middle of a field of corn! Putting her power to use, she started the island's own farmland, so now her and several others gather to do gardening. Both for the fun of gardening in itself but also the pleasure of eating good food grown by your own hands. And it made RHEI that much more autonomous from the outside world. Ariadne stands as an example of the strength of femininity, while Lucria was an example of another extreme, soft and pleasurable. If anyone needed to find the Minotaur- she is at the center of the maize. |
“Chemical injector is ready for deployment, sir. All entrances sealed, drains are operating at maximum capacity. “Good. Inject.” Aeron’s mind was adrift, unable to stay in one place for too long. He had vague, faint memories of being taken somewhere by someone, exposed to a whole lot of somethings that did… who knows what, really. He’d been in and out of consciousness for the past day or so, trying to hold onto whatever bit of his self was still in there, fighting against the drugs that kept him in that state. He had the most distant recollection of being told that it was for his own safety, but he doubted that anything that knocked him out that hard was there for his own sake. All around him, a team of dozens prepared the silo-cum-testing ground for the next stage in their experiment. As much as they would’ve liked to have kept the dragon awake while getting everything in order, no one was taking any chances after what happened the previous time; as soon as Aeron gave them the go-ahead, they pumped him so full of anesthetics that he should have, by all means, collapsed instantly; the giant’s robust physique, however, kept him in a state of half-consciousness instead, unable to be fully brought under. Everything was designed with a single concept in mind: scale. After the resounding success of the first trial run, the folks responsible, Aster in particular, recognized the need to make sure everything could withstand what would certainly be a release the kinds of which no one had ever seen before. If everything went according to plan, the funding for their project would shoot through the roof… even if most of it would go towards building even newer containment facilities in which to conduct their testing to begin with. It was the kind of bureaucratic, financial cycle that companies like Fenix Labs built themselves on: spend money to justify spending more money to eventually produce something that might make money. For the phoenix in charge of that particular project, however, it was more than just funds on the line, but his entire career and reputation; he’d already staked most of it on Aeron’s first experiment, considering none of the higher ups thought his ridiculous idea would ever work, and the second he was given a chance to rub it in their faces, that’s exactly what he did. This ended up backfiring when, predictably, the people that signed his paycheck didn’t quite like getting lip, and the only reason his project wasn’t shut down immediately was due to the simple fact that, in the end, it did produce results; something that couldn’t even be said about a majority of the company’s experiments. For the next trial run, Aster already had a whole series of bullet points laid out for what they were going to do. They all effectively boiled down to “bigger”, but it was important to keep
things structured, even when they were pushing the boundaries of what constituted common decency. The one thing he hated about the whole exercise was having to keep Aeron sedated like that; he had to be convinced by his chief of security to allow it, seeing as he found the pre-experimental lead-up to be just as important as the procedure itself, but after his team banded together and demanded he do something about how destructive he dragon could be, his hands were more or less tied behind his back. It was… a sight nonetheless. After the first trial run, Aeron had decided to turn himself gigantic, towering over even the tallest members of his team. Scaffolding had to be erected around him just so the technicians could get the measuring equipment in place, and the poor sods in charge of making sure the floor drains were working properly kept giving the durg’s colossal package as wide a berth as they could, not wanting to tempt fate by even lightly brushing against it. Truth be told, the experiment was already a success. The dragon wasn’t exactly tiny to begin with, but after the genetic splicing and pheromone-based activation, it was impossible for anyone to say the treatment didn’t have the intended effect; if not for Aeron offering to stay in the facility until the second run was ready, Aster doubted he’d be able to live a normal life at a size like that. Not only was his package several times larger than what it should be at his zie, but he suffered from a chronic leakage problem thanks to his over-activated glands; even in that sedated state he still produced gallons upon gallons of precum, most of which was being drained into the sewage system while a minority was collected for further testing. Even high up in the observation room, the phoenix could see his test subject’s colossal orbs pulsating and throbbing with each heartbeat, producing their endless bounty as they struggled to even hold it in; perhaps the most worrying aspect of it is that there had been noticeable growth in between the last experiment and today, indicating that either the treatment had residual side-effects, or the simple increase in production had been enough to force the dragon’s body to expand in order to meet the demands. Either way, and as much as this pushed a lot of Aster’s buttons, they’d have to do something about that eventually; not everyone wanted to be a colossus like Aeron did, and if they couldn’t find a way to control and contain the growth spurts then the whole project would be deemed a failure, his findings scrapped, and Aeron himself would have to contend with his new size without any kind of support from the company. Given how much the dragon did for his research, the phoenix was not keen on abandoning him like that; hopefully, then, today’s trial run would provide enough data to let them know how best to control and direct the gene splicing’s effects. If not, then they’d just have to keep doing it until they stumbled on an answer. The good ol’ Fenix Labs way!
In spite of the safety precautions, Aster had nonetheless kept a way to wake Aeron up at any point if it should ever become necessary, in the form of a large syringe containing a special serum designed to counteract the sedatives. It was only supposed to be used right before the trial run was about to begin, but after Aster found himself alone in the control room for five minutes, plus the fact that things were already in place, he thought he could get away with a little chat before they started. Pushing a button on the control panel, everyone standing on the topmost scaffolding suddenly turned their heads as they heard the syringe being deployed, then facing the control post as if they couldn’t believe what was happening. Aster, meanwhile, was positively certain Aeron wouldn’t fly out of control with lust; they hadn’t even activated the pheromones, after all! For the dragon, it was a rude and painful awakening, the pounding headache left behind by the sedatives a crude reminder of just where exactly he was and how he’d come to be in that state. The memories came flooding back in, the low-key anger of being put under replaced by a certain level of embarrassment at what had led to it to begin with, with the giant taking care to remain as still as possible while consciousness dripped in, one migraine at a time. “You alright there, big guy?” Aster’s voice rang loudly through the test chamber, echoing thanks to its immense dimensions. They had to relocate Aeron to an abandoned silo some five miles out from the main facility, one that had been cleared out and turned into an empty, underground cylinder for the purposes of what Fenix Labs called “large-scale testing”; it was the only way they could both contain the dragon and account for any possible growth spurts. The greeting alerted everyone to the fact their test subject was awake, and despite the technicians all freezing in fear at the potential for another flood, none come; much as Aeron was beginning to remember he was supposed to be eager for the second trial run, the dragon kept enough of his composure intact to realize he should probably avoid turning the whole building into a cum dumpster until the little ones around him were safe and secure beneath triple-locked doors. Nonetheless, the phoenix very nearly had control yanked out from him after one of the company supervisors burst back into the observation room, demanding to know why he had woken Aeron up; took a lot of convincing and nothing happening before they huffed and sat back down, eyeing the phoenix so intensely that Aster could feel their stare on the back of their head. “You can speak normally, the intercom is working both ways,” Aster repeated, waving at the dragon down below.
“I feel like shit,” was Aeron’s only response as he rubbed his head. “That’s to be expected, sadly” - the phoenix had to stifle a laugh at the candidness; he knew something like that would come out of him - “but not to worry, the sedatives’ side effects should wear off once the serum has time to settle. How are you feeling besides that?” “Big and ready to get bigger!” The dragon’s enthusiasm was commendable, even if it made everyone around him take even more steps backwards in fear of what might happen, leading Aeron to calm them down by promising to keep himself under control; not everyone bought it, but enough people did that the preparations carried on. “The next trial run’s probably not going to be as large as you think it is, just so you know,” Aster explained, “we’ve registered some growth around your genital region that wasn’t predicted by our theoretical models, so we’re currently trying to find out how best to control it; wouldn’t want any future customers to have their junk take over their house, would we?” “I don’t know, I wouldn’t mind!” “Well, you wouldn’t, but I’m sure y-” “I know, I know,” Aeron interrupted, chuckling to himself while he shook his head, “not everyone’s a size freak like me. Just lemme know before you stick anything in me, and for the love of all that’s sacred, at least warn me before you start pumping pheromones into the enclosure, will you?” Smart boy. Aster didn’t recall ever telling him what those things were, but then again, the dragon wasn’t an idiot. “I’ll try to keep that in mind,” the phoenix promised, crossing two fingers behind his back and eliciting a thumbs up from the dragon. “You know, he can’t see you,” the company rep chimed in, “I’m not sure why you’re doing that.” “Because I like to maintain a certain level of levity, Paul,” Aster spat back, “it’s important to be able to have fun doing the things you like, so let me have this, please.”
“The last time you had fun, we had to justify a lot of expenses that the Board was incredibly confused by,” the man kept going, readjusting his position just enough that his chair creaked, “imagine their surprise when we had to explain that all the flooding was semen and not water.” “The Board is perfectly aware of the kind of experiments we run here. If they didn’t want to run the risk of excessive ejaculatory release, then maybe they shouldn’t have signed off on my project to begin with.” “Maybe they’ll regret doing so in the future.” Aster had a response lined up, but after giving it half a second’s thought decided it’d be best to just stay quiet. Paul was only there because his superiors doubted his ability to produce good data from the experiment, and if not for his own, admittedly poor attitude when giving them his initial report, then that asshole probably wouldn’t be there at all. It was his own fault and he had to deal with it; the worst thing he could do is give that guy sass, so he just nodded, waved his hand dismissively, and mumbled something about seeing what happened. An hour later and everything was in place. All that was needed was to evacuate all the workers and get started on turning the drains on, itself an immense undertaking given the sheer size of the piping required to keep someone like Aeron from drowning in his own fluids. As soon as all the technicians left the testing area and the scaffolding was taken down by a multitude of mechanical claws, the arduous process of turning the pumps on began. “You’re going to be hearing a lot of noises coming from underneath you,” Aster spoke up through the intercom, “don’t worry, these are just the drains being brought online.” “I thought they were online,” Aeron mused, looking at the grating that made up much of the floor. “They’ve been running on low-power mode ever since we’ve sedated you. It’s been enough to keep your emanations fr-” “My what?” “Your emanations, Aeron.” “My what now~?”
The phoenix frowned. As much as he appreciated the dragon’s willingness to go along with the experiment, he didn’t need him to start pushing at his buttons like that, much less in front of someone like Paul. It was obvious he knew what Aster meant, and while the head researcher would be more than happy to indulge him under normal circumstances, he had very little inclination to lower himself to that level while the Board’s proxy was watching. “We have visitors in the observation room, Aeron,” was Aster’s choice of words. “Oh, sorry!” “Regardless, it’s been enough to keep your emanations from overflowing the system, but even with the comparatively lower dosage you’ll be receiving today, there’s always a chance that your body might react to the gene splicing in much the same way it did before. So we’re not taking any chances today; just try not to stick any toes into the grates, the pumps are very powerful.” “Duly noted!” As always, the dragon’s enthusiasm brought a smile to the phoenix’s face. Now if only his superiors could be that much into his research, maybe he’d have a much easier life. As it stood, however, it was time to start dazzling the very same people who refused to see the beauty of his creation. To that end, Aster turned around and beckoned towards Paul, silently welcoming him to get up and step closer to the control panel. Once the two were side by side, the head researcher spent a good ten or so minutes explaining the functions of each of the buttons, levers and dials on the enormous board, right before realizing that Paul was not listening to a single word he was saying, far more interested in looking down at the dragon. This wasn’t surprising; the man was a bureaucrat above all things, therefore making the minutiae and technical details more or less irrelevant to him. All that mattered were tangible, observable results, the kind that might be seen by inflating the dragon to even greater sizes. Figuring that trying to get his attention wouldn’t be worth his time, Aster faced the control panel and began running down the checklist he had taped to one side of it. Make sure that everyone was safe inside the many rooms built into the side of the silo’s central area, contacting everyone personally in order to double-check that no one was anywhere they weren’t supposed to be. Confirm that the pumps had reached maximum drain capacity and were not clogged at any point, a task that took him a good half an hour just on itself. Verify and re-verify the composition of the serum about to be injected into the dragon, confirming that it
was indeed the formula designated for that trial run about five or six times before he was ready to give the go-ahead. While Aster had main control over the experiment from where he was at, it was absurd to think he’d be able to do all the work just by himself. A number of other observation rooms were visible along the inner walls of the silo, labcoat-wearing employees all giving him a thumbs up and preparing to perform their duties to their utmost. It was important that everyone operated on the same wavelength; the amount of data that needed to be collected in that trial run was immense, and if even one crucial element was skipped or forgotten, funding was sure to be cut. As soon as everything was prepared and everyone gave him the green light, Aster took a deep breath and pulled out a key from his pocket. It was the first step towards truly starting, as it unlocked a metal box containing the main injection trigger. “I hope you’re ready,” he told Paul, “but you should still get a chair while we wait.” “I’ll stay up.” “Are you sure? It might take a wh-” “I’ll stay up.” Aster didn’t know whether or not this was meant to annoy him intentionally or the man was just that much of a stick-in-the-mud, but given how his attention was better placed elsewhere, chose not to press the issue. Turning towards the intercom, he flipped it so it would transmit to the silo itself, rather than to the many teams on standby. “Aeron, this is Aster again. We’re about to start the experiment. Are you ready?” “Ready as I’ll ever be!” “Now, it’s important that you at least try to control yourself, alright? The last time we had to explain a lot of uncomfortable things to the Board of Directors” - Aster took a quick look at Paul, who for once actually nodded with a slight smile on his face - “so I’d… appreciate it if you tried to keep things as intact as possible this time around, alright?” “I’ll try, but no promises,” Aeron giggled, “but seriously though, sure, I’ll try my best. Just, ya know, remember to warn me before you throw any curveballs like last time, alright?”
“Understood.” With those words, their fate was sealed. In a good way, one presumed. The first dosage was administered within five minutes, that being the time it took for the system to carefully prepare an auto-injector, fill it with the serum and then lower it down to where the dragon was. The experiment had been prepared with the possibility of massive growth in mind; even if Aeron went completely nuts with a sudden burst in size, the silo should theoretically be large and sturdy enough to keep him contained without having to resort to drastic, dimension-altering methods. So long, of course, as the calculations were correct. For the dragon himself, the familiar sensation of the tiny prick followed by a spreading aura of cool-turning-to-warmth from the substance entering his veins was more than welcome, leading to his muscles relaxing as his genetic code was altered in real-time by what he had been affectionately calling “science magic”. It didn’t take much time for the first effects to make themselves known, though it was a far cry from what he assumed they would be; rather than a massive bulging out of muscle mass, he simply gained half a foot in height and a proportional increase in everything else. Impressive by most people’s standards, but he wasn’t most people. From where he stood, Aeron could see the observation room where Aster waited for him. That’s how he chose to see it, even if he’d been told multiple times that wasn’t the case; the dragon knew that, even if the phoenix told him otherwise, a part of them wanted for the dragon to grow so big they could tap on the glass, wanted him to become such a titanic slab of raw power and production that they’d flood and clog even the multiple sets of drains operating under him. And as he knew that, so too did he want it. It wasn’t in his hands, otherwise the silo would already be too tiny for him to be inside of it; if Aeron had the final word, the serum would be a dozen times more potent than whatever it turned out being, if only because the experience of becoming the towering giant he was now had been the best he’d ever felt in his life. He couldn’t wait for another opportunity to go nuts, and quite literally so; he couldn’t wait. Inside his mind, he ran complex simulations (read: fantasies) on what his body might turn out like after the serum tapped into his own ability to grow, every time hoping that, when he opened his eyes, he’d see it happen. Muscles, cock, balls, pecs, cum everywhere, that’s what he wanted to become; an endless fountain of masculinity, waiting to be worshipped by the same tiny ones that helped him become the symbol of perfection that he was destined to be. But rather than an explosive ascension, it seemed like he was meant to suffer through a slow, meandering
progression, having to wait until the serum decided it was going to do something for him to experience even the slightest of pleasures. This was more than likely a result of his body being as tough as it was; even with the needles being the equivalent of microscopic needles, they still struggled to pierce his diamond-like scales, just barely poking through a blood vessel to inject him with the growth substance. Even though his body should be accustomed to it by that point, especially given his own penchant for growing whenever he was bored, the dragon’s immune system still reacted to the chemical intrusion in much the same way it would with any other, with Aeron feeling his body attempting to fight against the gene splicer, much to his consternation. This was to be expected, really, as the same thing had happened the last time; he just hoped it wouldn’t repeat itself, as it was little more than a forced prelude to a show he was already late for. Why have to wait for something that was destined to happen just because his biology wasn’t yet fine-tuned enough that he could order it around like he did with his size? It was maddening, is what it was, and enough to make him huff in frustration before completely losing it, laughing like an idiot at how he basically threw a temper tantrum over his white cells. This alarmed everyone else considerably, who saw the sudden outburst as a sign the chemicals might be affecting the dragon perhaps a bit more than they should be, needing Aeron to calm everyone down by way of flexing and showing off his musculature; a return to normality, really. Ten minutes passed before anything of note happened, and even then it was nothing more than a slightly larger growth spurt, enough that his body took more than a few seconds before equalizing his proportions. It was a start, however, and after the next one came shortly after, then shorter still and in ever-quicker succession, that’s when Aeron knew things were going to start picking up; they weren’t already underway though, that much was certain, as the kind of bulging out he was seeing was absolutely nothing compared to what he could do in his free time, and certainly didn’t hold a candle up to the first experiment, at least between his legs. It was nothing if not his body trying to make sense of the sudden demands to be larger, forcing a specific part of him to explode outwards with sudden muscle mass before it was absorbed by the rest of him, returning his body to the same shape it was before and adding height and general size instead. It was a start, at least; not much of a spectacle, but the gene splicer had to start somewhere, after all. Soon enough, though, the irregular spikes began to “stick”, the extra weight added on his body no longer dispersing, keeping him in his half-transfigured state before the dragon himself gave his new size a bit of a readjustment with his own powers. The end results would look hideous if not for this little help from the dragon himself, who had every intention of abusing it just so he could sculpt his body to be as perfect as he envisioned it to be.
What truly hit him first, however, was not the size boost or the increase in muscle mass, but how tight he was feeling downstairs. It was by no means anything new; he was already incredibly productive on his own, and the previous trial run had left him such a mess of leakage that he could probably make a killing and live comfortably just by selling to sperm banks worldwide. The sudden impact from within his balls was therefore not at all anything new in terms of what it meant, but it certainly surprised him with how strong it was. For Aeron, it was all a matter of scale now; his body already being the edifice of masculine perfection that it was, all that remained was deciding when to stop, a skill that he hadn’t spent a lot of time even thinking about, much less practicing. “Aeron, are you alright?” Aster’s voice came through the intercom when the dragon sat down, unable to deal with the sudden urge any longer. He waved upwards at the control room, giving the phoenix a thumbs-up before placing both hands firmly on where they were meant to be: his cock. That colossal shaft had been stiffening to full mast since the experiment truly started, and now that the dragon knew what was coming his way, his manhood decided to play a few tricks on him by revealing itself to have gained a significant upgrade to its fully turgid size, enough that, if Aeron wanted to, he could shove that thing in his mouth and drink from himself. He’d do that later, though. For the time being, the most important thing to do was wrap his arms around that body-encompassing rod and use his legs to rub its full length, simultaneously making it thicken even more and making it hard to say anything through the torrent of whorish, throaty moans that escaped his throat. It wasn’t the first time he’d experienced a size like that, but it was novel for him to be unable to shrink; Aeron didn’t quite know why he even tried, if not to satisfy his own morbid curiosity, but he couldn’t deny that getting that monster to go back down was just not possible. Perhaps it was a side effect of the gene splicer’s main change to his junk, considering what he was seeing down below? If his cock had changed considerably, his nuts were entirely unrecognizable apart from their colouring. It happened so quickly that even the dragon was impressed by their swelling, his legs forced to rest on top of them thanks to their sheer girth; the rumbling as well was already threatening the structural stability of both the silo itself and the minds of every researcher watching the experiment, most of them choosing to turn the intercom off and find the nearest piece of cloth to shove into their ears, just so they wouldn’t have to listen to the churning. Meanwhile, Aeron, without anywhere to go, was forced to deal with his body turning against him. He was no stranger to the sounds of his cum factories going on overdrive, much less after they received a boost from some kind of chemical (boosters were a regularly-sold product, after
all), but the sheer enormity of what he was hearing made for a truly unique experience as far as the dragon was concerned. Even with their skin stretched taut, he could still sink his legs in so far that they vanished into his heft, surrounded on all sides by nutflesh and warmed by the perpetually increasing production inside those two titanic, silo-filling orbs, driven to overdrive by both the gene splicers and Aeron himself feeding into the cycle. Because he wasn’t leaking, not a single bit; the dragon willed himself dry, deliberately blocking the flow of cum in order to force it back and inflate his size further. It was an horrendously stupid idea, but he wasn’t exactly in the sanest state of mind. Up above in the control room, this didn’t escape Aster and Paul’s notice, both of which now looked like they were half a second away from flailing their arms about in a blind panic. The phoenix in particular was about ready to call the whole thing off after noticing the sudden lack of flow, his hands shaking as he reactivated the intercom. “Aeron, I’m going to need you to release, please.” Nothing. Well, nothing but more moaning, rubbing and sloshing, the dragon being a tad too busy burying himself underneath his own nuts to do anything about the impending disaster looming over all of them. Paul, in the meantime, was looking awfully flushed for someone who claimed to be utterly detached from the experiment, something that Aster would probably have tried to take advantage of, were he not about to start screaming. “Aeron, please, we don’t know what’ll happen if you deny yourself release, we need you to vent.” The clinical tone wasn’t helping, and neither was the fact that his words were uttered in the most shaky way possible. If there was anything left of Aeron in that dragon-shaped mess down in the bottom of the silo, then he wouldn’t ever abide by anything asked with such insincerity; Aster was clearly enjoying the sight, or at least the durg would think so. In reality, the phoenix was looking at his career turning to smoke right in front of his eyes, with himself unable to do anything about it. As the head researcher had his small moment of panic, Aeron was enjoying the small pleasures of life; namely, having grown a pair of cumtanks big enough to touch every wall of the test chamber and bury him completely underneath it! It was a pretty good deal, considering he could now hump his own nuts while holding back his climax, at least until he felt things were going the right and proper way. Contrary to what Aster might think, his test subject knew exactly what he was doing; by denying his body what it so desperately craved, and thus messing up his hormones in ways only he could, the gene splicer was given the most pliable mold it could ask
for. A body that needed release and would seek it in any way it could, even if it meant mutating itself to sizes even greater than what it normally saw itself as. In all honesty, it was at least fifty percent blind luck; Aeron was no genetic scientist, and had only the faintest inkling of the technical details behind what was happening to him. His decision to push his body to that brink was one made much more out of some deranged belief in an illogical (but fun) conclusion than any real science, and yet, considering it actually worked, he couldn’t exactly fault himself for taking that risk. Though the observation rooms would slowly be overtaken by a cumstuffed sack that climbed up the silo’s walls and very nearly cracked the reinforced glass panes on the lowermost decks, giving them a rather dull view of what was going on, the dragon’s body underneath all that nut mass was anything if boring to look at. Aeron’s frame had widened considerably, enough that the distance between his shoulders was easily the same, if not more than his height, his biceps alone the size of small cars and still very much growing. His legs saw a significant boost as well, hardening to the size of oak tree trunks and looking to be just as powerful as needed to handle a cock that was somehow even larger than he himself was. It was a wonder, really, because everything just fed into the vicious cycle he had created himself; it was as if the only reason his body was becoming a titan of raw musculature was to properly service his manhood, which was by that point heavy enough that the dragon doubted he’d be able to carry it around from one place to another. And to think that this was him holding back. The second he allowed his body to go completely wild would be the same one the silo ceased to exist as a single building, and Aeron didn’t find it at all unlikely if his precum alone were to burst from his tip with enough power to rip through the concrete and punch several holes in the ceiling up above… well, he said “up above”, but that was rapidly becoming an inadequate descriptor considering how his balls alone were getting close to the halfway point of the climb. Somewhere in all that squishiness, he could vaguely feel himself bulging into the observation rooms after their windows shattered underneath the pressure; and oddly enough, a few people were even wriggling against him! Things took a turn for the worse after his nuts approached the topmost control post, inside which Aster was struggling to keep his composure and Paul had already taken his tie off in an effort to keep his sweating under control. The phoenix had already given up trying to stop the experiment; any attempt at using the main control board resulted in absolutely nothing happening, the mechanical injectors unable to pierce through the skin of the chamber-encompassing cum factories that kept up creeping up the walls. Several alarms were going off as a result of that out-of-control growth, with most of the technicians assigned to the
team already running at maximum speed towards the exterior, some even calling up the central offices to let them know things took a turn for the worst. Meanwhile, a select few had remained behind, unable to resist in the voice in their heads that bid them forward, telling them that it was perfectly fine to throw their bodies at the bulging walls of sloshing nutflesh; they’d worry about the consequences later, when they weren’t having their fun after a long day at work. This was perfectly fine for Aeron, who was at least happy that other people got to appreciate his body at least as much as he himself was; but this was nothing more than an appetizer, barely a fraction of what his true potential was. As soon as he had some proper release, then people would see; he could feel the gene splicing finally taking effect, and it was only his own efforts keeping it from ripping the silo apart. In fact, he might very well be making it worse for all he knew; trying to hold back a transformation that was meant to happen always carried with it a non-zero chance of backfiring, something the dragon was extremely interested in finding out. First things first, though; it was time to let go. With his balls taking up so much room, there was some rebalancing required; he couldn’t be expected to compete with his own body for room, and there was just so much for him to share with everyone that it felt criminal to keep it all in. Of course, it was difficult to aim it properly, what with his shaft being smushed against his chest by the overwhelming weight of the two cumtanks all around him; still, he could at least try. That’s the most that could be asked of him. With a whim and a thought, the barriers were broken and Aeron allowed his cum to flow freely, bulging his cock to nearly twice its size when its underside was suddenly forced to deal with the powerful, backed-up flow of seed that rejoiced at being given a way out from its prison. Somewhere above him, the dragon heard the sound of concrete cracking, followed by bits of it falling on his head amidst a true waterfall of thick seed that practically waterboarded him with how strong it was. Spluttering and flailing about, all he could do he was push his manhood upwards and hope that it was enough, consequences be damned. Near the top, Aster had dropped to his knees, his dreams dashed and his hopes decimated after he heard those nuts clench. His much-wanted release was coming, and yet he knew that the pressure built up inside his test subject would mean the near-total destruction of the testing chamber, racking up such a repair bill that it was doubtful Fenix Labs would even keep him on the payroll. The one positive among all that was that the “flooring” of draconic flesh began to shrink back down, only to reveal a gigantic cocktip protruding near a wall a couple of minutes later. Whatever instruments remained were telling him the drains were full and already overflowing, at least until Aster sighed and turned everything off. Looking at Paul, he handed his
badge, before drawing a chair and grabbing some gum from his labcoat pocket. Might as well enjoy himself while he still had the chance. Down below, a tenuous balance was achieved once Aeron’s balls emptied out enough, their “true” size having been achieved while still being productive enough to produce cement-blasting jets of cum at a rate so quick that it strained believability. The dragon could barely believe it himself, despite having the damn things attached to him, his mind having regressed to the bare basics just so it could deal with the seemingly endless orgasm that had been foisted upon it. All of him was growing at that point, the gene splicer being given full freedom after Aeron’s self-control shattered into pieces. Multiple alarms were going off as a result of the surviving measuring devices detecting a far-too-massive growth spurt, but none of it mattered. Within seconds, the dragon’s muzzle was poking at the reinforced glass, just barely able to reach it by bending his neck around the enormous obstacle that was his bigger-than-body-sized shaft. On the outside, the few personnel that hadn’t bolted as quickly as they could were now doing it with an even greater degree of panic, right after seeing that monster’s rod protruding from below the ground, showering the area around it with enough cum to paint everything white in a matter of seconds. The earth itself shook underneath the assault of the dragon’s body, whose shoulders were already struggling with the tight confines of the silo. Something had to give, and it wouldn’t be Aeron’s rock-solid body. With a boom loud enough to be heard from miles away, multiple tons of concrete, dirt and even large chunks of stone were propelled into the atmosphere when the dragon emerged from the test chamber, stretching his limbs out and showing the world just what kind of hyper-muscular beast he had become. Finally given some room to exist in, his mind began to come back down from the strain-induced trance it had been in, giving Aeron himself a good view of what the trial run had done for him. Climbing out of the silo was no longer a requirement; the ground itself would simply open up for him, his nuts powerful enough to break apart what was left of the testing area and carve out a brand new hole for him to let them rest in. His cock, free for the world to marvel at, shot out hundreds of gallons of his seed with every spurt, sending it flying in wide, cloud-grazing arcs before flooding some far-off building or six. Aeron himself was… well, not satisfied, per se; it was hard to believe he’d ever be truly happy with what he looked like until he was literally looming over the entire planet, but his current look was sufficient for his plans, if nothing else. This was doubly confirmed by him being unable to shrink himself after his size stabilized; normally he could still bring himself down to a much more manageable size, but after finally deciding to pull himself from the colossal hole in the ground that used to be the off-site research facility, chuckling as his head broke the lower
cloud layer, he indeed had confirmation that, at least for the time being, this was his new size. It was a good start, if nothing else; at least until the next trial run. Further down, in the ruined depths of what used to be the testing chamber, the phoenix Aster was sat down on a chair that had been pushed far back from where it used to be. Paul was somewhere off to his side, buried underneath so much rubble that the head researcher could barely hear him calling for help. Barely. Though he believed the gum would be a proper substitute, it was now clear he needed something stronger to get rid of the mounting headache building up inside of him. With a swift tap to the bottom of the packet, a cigarette was produced, and a well-rehearsed motion later it was lit and lodged firmly in his beak, giving him the kind of relaxation only lung-killing, tar-laced chemicals could. There was no way that he’d ever get his job back after this. Even if Paul did look incredibly aroused at the spectacle, it’d be impossible to justify the complete loss of a research facility and the sudden development of a macro-scale test subject in a test designed to try and find limits to growth. If nothing else, it was at least proof positive that he was a genius at what he set out to do: make people bigger. It just so happened he may have underestimated how good he was at his job. Paul was getting antsy, demanding that Aster do something about the rubble before he called the Board. The phoenix, sighing, got up from his seat and approached the collapsed section of ceiling, halfheartedly tugging at a few bits of concrete before declaring the whole endeavour useless and grabbing his own phone. Might as well get the Board to see what happened with all their research money. Maybe they’d find themselves to be merciful. |
(F TF Skunk)
Vivienne slammed the door on her apartment with her back to it, trying to settle her heart rate. She turned and looked out the glass at the top to stick her tongue out at the barking dog in the neighbour's yard. Why was that mut always out to get her? Vivi figured he would have learned his lesson by now. Vivienne had long black hair to her mid back and long bangs in the front, and a white streak dyed from the front left. She had petite breasts and long legs and right now, almost no clothes. It was early morning so she was getting ready to go to sleep. Vivienne has a night shift job- she is strictly nocturnal, she just went to collect the mail before she went to sleep for the day. Already the only thing she wore was a too big cable-knit sweater. It was an old sweater and stretched far, far too large for her because she kept trying to hide her hands in the sleeves and stuffing her knees into the lower part. It fell low enough to cover her otherwise nude crotch as she skittered barefoot to her mailbox and back again. You can hear the ocean from her windows at night, but now in the daytime it was the bustle of city life waking up just before she went to sleep. Because she was so close to the ocean, the winds can be strong and cool, but she usually left all her windows open anyway because if the temperature was low, it made it feel that much better to snuggle up to something warm.
Her bare feet made soft *pap* sounds on the floor as she wandered over to the kitchen to get something to drink before she went to sleep, but her face scrunched up as she took a sip of milk from the carton. She looked at the best before date- of half a week ago, turned and plopped the carton into the trash. She shivered from the not-quite-right taste and at the same speed the movement rippled through her hair, its color changed from black to cream colored- though the white streak remained the same. She quickly drank some water from the tap to clear the taste from her mouth and her hair again changed color, back to its default black.
Vivienne grinned at her extremely plush bed. She had way more sheets on it than she needed, but that only made it even softer. The head of the bed was a miss-matched assortment of ten different pillows, and the white bedding seemed to glow almost blindingly bright in the early morning sunlight that came in through the flapping white curtains of the window beside her bed. There was a soft but steady breeze coming in, making everything cool. Vivi jumped up and slammed onto her bed with a loud *poof* as the sheets billowed up around her and for a moment she vanished entirely into the soft bedding before bouncing back. She loved the feeling of the smooth, cool sheets against her skin, so she squirmed around before her body heat warmed them. Her ears got a little bit smaller and a bit more pointed as she rolled playfully in her bed. Behind her grin her teeth became a bit more narrow but also sharper. Vivienne had to start being careful with how she grabbed her sheets as her nails started to sharpen. They became narrower but much, much taller and longer, turning to almost talons. Her fingers started to get a bit longer, except for her pinky finger which got much shorter- shrinking almost completely into obscurity. Her thumb became a bit longer and more narrow as well- making it resemble the rest of her fingers more than it did a thumb. Because they had just grown in to this shape, her talon like claws were extremely sharp so Vivi could slice her bedding to ribbons without meaning to if she was not careful.
Vivienne sighed contentedly as it felt like she was falling through an endless sea of soft sheets as she rolled on her back, back and forth. She was not falling, but it did look like she was sinking into her sheets more as her body started to shrink. It did not all shrink by the same amount though. Her head shrank a bit more than her body did, and her spine started to get longer; so while it was still technically shrinking overall, it did not outwardly look like it was. A thin tail started to grow from above her bubble butt, but her spine was giving off muffled clicks as well as it gained length. Every new vertebrae caused her to gasp and arch her back as another set of ribs also grew in and extended her rib cage lower and lower. She felt her neck wanting to grow too but it couldn't grow as easily as her spine could in this position. She rolled over for a moment and shoved her head down onto the soft bedding then rammed herself forward- forcing her neck on a hard bend and it popped loudly several times in a row, growing in length thanks to the help. Vivi let out a few quiet, breathy yips as her skull started to click. The sound was actually not outwardly audible, but since they were in her own head they were loud to Vivi. The bridge of her nose started to slope farther and farther back. Her skull became much less round and more oval in shape, putting her entire face on a gradual angle. Her nostrils became smaller and more forward as the end of her nose darkened. Her face was a bit pointy now, but not too much. She also grew a couple long feeler hairs from her eyebrows, extending her perception.
Under Vivienne's old stretched sweater her areola turned pink and seemed to fade into the rest of her skin as her already small breasts diminished still more, vanishing entirely. Her nipples did not shrink at all, and also gained some company. To make up for the loss of breasts she gained even more pleasure centers as three more sets of nipples formed down the underside of her now longer torso. She grinned again and flopped her chest down onto the bed, kicking forward with her legs to smush her nipples along the fabric of her sweater, along the bed. As she did that though, pushing forward caused her feet to stretch, her ankles permanently raising up. Her toenails all turned to claws, but no where near the talons on her hands. None of the digits on her feet regressed either, but the bottoms of the base of each toe fattened up into thick black skin. Her hips shifted with an abrupt pop that made her pause- becoming wide but a bit more frail in frame. They were no longer meant to support so much weight. Her tail continued to grow through all this and was now both fairly thick and very long. So long in fact that it doubled the entire length of her longer body.
"Mmmm softerrrrr..... more soft!"
Her hair started to regress, getting shorter but at the same time started to sprout more, smaller hairs at its base, expanding the hairline. Her hair was vanishing but being replaced by spreading fur! The white streak that was in her hair re-emerged as white fur that covered the bridge of her nose, while the rest grew in black. The fur cascaded down her body and she stopped trying to rub her nipples into the sweater. Her fur virtually burried her nipples so she was more likely to tug irritatingly on her fur than her nipples. Vivi spun around inside her sweater- now large enough for her entire body to fit into and then slipped out the neck hole and flopped down lazily ontop of it. As the fur advanced down her body she dug her tail into the sheets and dragged them toward her, bunching them up. She grunted quietly as her elbows popped back. Her forearms now went farther back, causing the joint to her upper arms to be farther down- this meant she could not hold her arms out perfectly straight anymore- but as a quadrupted animal she also had no reason to. Her shoulder blades also shifted a bit further down, and the joint of her arm sockets moved forward more.
"Moooore. Muur serftnes! Mmrrr~"
The fur got to her hips, rolling up and around and then collapsing at last on the base of her tail. She stopped using the tail to gather sheets and it immediately went straight, then slowly arched at the impending feeling. The fur on her tail absolutely exploded in length as it fired down the length faster than the rest of her. Her tail was already as long as her entire body- the fur made it even longer than that! It also made it just as wide as her actual body! Her gigantic tail was exquisitely soft and bushy! She immediately folded it over and hugged it to her underside feeling it get even bushier! Vivienne was mostly black, except the top of her head and bridge of her nose, which branched into two streaks that followed down her body and gigantic tail. The last change came with a twitch of her nose as a few short whiskers grew in. Vivienne transformed completely into a skunk- her true form. Being human was too stressful, so whenever she rests she returns to her true self.
After some time catching her breath she got up and walked on all fours around where she had been bunching up the sheets into a nest with her sweater in the middle. She slipped over the edge and snapped up a candy she left on her nightstand, eating it and returning to her little roost in the middle of the bed- where the pillar of light from the window shone. Only a moment after she swallowed the candy, a wave of bright color passed through her, turning all her black fur into pink! Soon after she folded her tail back beside her as Vivi flopped over and went to sleep. Maybe tonight she won't accidentally blast her boyfriend when he wakes her up to get ready for work. That was why she kept a candy on her nightstand. Vivienne's hair/fur turns color to match whatever she last ate, but it also changes the scent of her spray in skunk form. When she eats any sort of candy, her spray smells like bubblegum. Skunk spray is produced by a special gland, and is actually a viscous pink fluid. Normally the spray is fine enough that you don't ever notice that- but if you are unfortunate enough to get blasted at close range you'll know. Her boyfriend always had a hard time explaining the odd choice of scent for the 'deoderant' he used, but it was still worth it to come home to an ultrafluffy Vivi. |
(PE, M ctf, M ctf)
Rich thumped his hands down on the desk of Jude at the core of the huge library. Rich was a bit of a lanky guy but good looking and well kept. He wore a sleeveless black shirt with fishnet long sleeve over that, and a spiked choker today- trying for a bad boy look. Jude was a friend of his since school, but currently the librarian here- an arcane library, making sure no one tries a spell near the books or blows the place up misfiring. Jude was a big man, though being a bookish type he was not particularly muscular, and his complexion rather pale.
Jude looked at Rich over the rim of his glasses. "What is it now?"
Rich groaned, motioning back to another man, piling books up in his arms to take back to a table. "Nelson is driving me nuts! He keeps bringing up the fact I am gay for almost no reason at all. He keeps asking if he is making me uncomfortable because I must be attracted to him while we are trying to do research."
Jude snorted a bit in a suppressed laugh. "He is an idiot. You knew that going into this."
"I didn't have any choice, he was sent by the other company to basically spy on mine, so we have to humor him. I kinda just want to make him disappear."
"Yes, that is unfortunate." Jude went back to reading his book.
"Even my boss wishes he would vanish."
"Mmmhmm."
"So do you have any-"
"Your not going to kill him with magic Richard."
"I didn't say kill! Although, if that was the best option we could fin-"
"No." Jude looked at him over his glasses again. "Do not use my books to dispose of anyone."
"What if he was a racist too?"
"Is he a racist?"
"I don't know- he could be!"
"This argument is getting dumber by the moment..."
"Racism is not a dumb matter!"
Jude sighed, closing his book while keeping a finger on his page so he could swat Rich on the head with it. "If I let you fuck with him, will you at least shut up and let me study?" Rich nodded eagerly and Jude wrote the name of a book and chapter down for him to find. "This is a book on sexual 'experiences', allowing the users to experience different sexual related things- like altering a person's sexual attraction. You can use it to make him gay. Which will either solve your problem by making him shut up in confusion over his new feelings, or backfire and make him hit on you for the rest of your time together. Either way; do not screw with the other spells in this book. Got it?" He furrowed his brows at Rich, making sure he understood before passing him the paper with the book title.
"Yea, sure. You worry too much."
Rich sat back with Nelson who started talking to him behind a wall of books- not even realizing Rich was not paying the slightest bit of attention and was activating runes in his own spell book. He activated the sexual attraction inversion but to make sure it had a more immediate effect he also went ahead and used a hormone spell, though on a fairly low magnitude. He had the book open already though, he might as well flip through it and look at what else it could do, just to see. What was Jude so worried about, what chaos could he possibly create with a book like this? Well, turns out quite a bit. There was a lot of transformative spells in the book as well, like swapping genitals, or even disconnecting genitals physically while still having them linked through feeling to make living sex toys out of them. People turning into genitals, swapping genders entirely- even a spell that caused genitals to magically match whatever subject you were attracted to, human or otherwise. He also seen a spell that had two pages worth of warnings for the use of- that caused a man's penis to become the largest. This meant whatever male they got anywhere near, their own penis became larger than that male. Which did not seem dangerous at first, but if two different people activated the spell it could cause their dicks to grow back and forth indefinitely. Rich had a dumb smile on his face as he thought of the possibilities he could do with the spells in this book alone.
Nelson snapped him out of his daydreaming, now standing beside him. He finally noticed Rich was not paying any attention to his conversation, after continuing to talk for almost seventeen minutes straight. He asked what the spell book Rich had was for.
"Oh, its uh... just a male enhancement spell book. Y'know, we uh, gays take that sort of thing seriously."
"Ooh yea that makes sense." He paused, getting a bit lost in thought. "Does that, uh... does using those spells have any sort of side effects?"
Rich grinned again. "Not really. Some have some minor hitches, if the spell has a trigger effect usually, but most are without side effects. That is the difference between using alchemy and using spells."
"But spells are temporary, alchemy usually isn't." There was another pause. "Which, is actually sort of better if you think about it- for something like this I mean."
"Oh totally. You could go completely apeshit with size just for the pleasure and then turn back to normal before you had to deal with any consequences. That is the difference between science and magic. They can both do the same things, but science obeys laws and rules, magic ignores everything and takes the path of least resistance."
Rich studied Nelson's eyes as he kept getting lost in thought, looking rather flush. Rich was having more fun than he had all day already just watching Nelson squirm.
"Hey, do you think I could try on of those spells? I mean.... I am... I am already pretty big and all, but always sort of wondered what it would be like to be even bigger, what dude doesn't, right?"
"Oh yea. Absolutely. If you haven't experienced it yet, I would absolutely recommend it. It seems like a crime to not at least try it once to know what it is like." Rich stood up and pat him on the shoulder with an evil grin. "Lets go to the bathroom and try it right now."
"W-woah, here at the library?"
"Oh yea. Nelson, buddy- if you take this tome out, they will know what you are doing with it. You don't want them to think you are insecure, or have a tiny dick, right? And if you are just doing it for the experience, why not right now? Plus, you don't want to deal with the spell, right? I can help you managing the spell so you can just focus on the rest."
"Oh, I don't know man, that sounds... I dunno..."
"Don't worry about it, I am gay remember? I have seen this sort of thing plenty of times, it is no big deal for me."
Not even waiting for Nelson to have a conclusive answer, he started to nudge him toward the bathroom with one hand as he carried the book in his other. If he tried to leave the library with the book, Jude would immediately know what he was up to and stop him. As they entered, Rich slapped a hand on the bathroom door and smeared it across the surface- materializing an out of order sign to make sure no one came in after them... not that there was many people in the library in the first place. Nelson had no idea why he was so flustered and turned on, mistaking it for desire to do this little experiment. It did not even occur to him to actually look at the book to make sure Rich was telling the truth. Oh sure, there was phallic expansion spells in the book- among other things.
At first Nelson retained some modesty and faced away from Rich as he activated the spells- Nelson was not experienced enough with using magic to know he was taking too long- Rich was casting more than one spell. Not wanting to be seen in front of another man at less than perfect size, Nelson gently rubbed his dick to erection before turning to lean back a bit on a bathroom sink. He would sit on a toilet but he honestly expected the floor to be cleaner than the actual toilets, so for now he remained half-standing, his butt on a sink but not fully sat on it. Rich cocked an eyebrow, asking if it was working, since nothing was visible yet. Nelson looked like he was in a bit of a daze and only nodded back. It started subtle- just a faint tinge of pleasure even though he wasn't touching it at the moment. Then a slow pressure in his taint moving up behind his balls and into the base of the shaft- like he was getting an erection except he already had one. The tightness surged up the veins on his cock, causing them to project out further and look darker on the surface before the shaft itself swelled a bit and it equalized again. Each wave made very little difference in overall size, but came so rapidly that you could still see the growth plainly as it became longer and thicker at a 3:1 ratio. Starting at just shy of 7 inches, then it quickly hit 8, 9, 10, and by 11 it started to slow down a bit. By then, Nelson forgot Rich was even there and his hand was once again on his shaft, feeling the heat radiating off it. The veins pulsing all together against his hand and then regressing a bit as the shaft itself accepted the load and bloated. Seeing he was thoroughly spaced out, Rich completed the final rune of the second spell to activate it fully. In order to surpass that size and still function properly the first spell would have needed to start modifying other parts of his body subtly, but the second spell already did that on its own, so the second also fed the first.
Nelson grabbed the head of his cock with his other hand and squeezed, trying to force a bit of blood back into the shaft as the head was starting to itch a bit from blood pressure- having turned dark purple like the veins leading up to it. The shaft itself a soft red. He moaned deeply as he felt a mild burst of pleasure in his balls and then a outward pressure as their weight started to increase. He looked down past his swelling shaft to see his balls growing, and rather than question it, simply thought he just needed to empty them badly, and started to piston his shaft rather than idly stroking it. Rich placed a hand on his own crotch and rubbed his twitching shaft through his pants, not wanting to take it out right yet in case it startled Nelson out of his stupor. Now when his shaft pulsed bigger he could feel a sort-of third pulse as the skin on the surface yanked too tight for a moment, before stretching to keep up. He was starting to grow beyond a size genetically possible for his body, so the growth was slightly more awkward, because from this point on it was entirely forced into him by magic. 12, 13, 14 inches, and now large enough that he could no longer properly grip it with his hand, his fingers only went halfway around at best, so he had to use both hands to piston! His balls were growing at an alarming rate however, completely disproportionate to his dick even though they started much later. They pulled down on his entire torso with their rapidly increasing weight as they both surpassed the size of a basketball each! This caused him to sit harder against the sink, which put pressure near his anus and sent surges of pleasure radiating through his entire hip area as his prostate grew within as well now! It collapsed a section of his colon and started to shove his bladder further up trying to make room for itself as it swelled fat and huge! The bloated veins in his shaft started to become visible at the base, and then trailing up his torso a bit, becoming even more impossibly large on his body. Though it was not flab- his stomach started to press out and the transition between ribs and gut vanished, making his torso barrel shaped.
Nelson was looking rather desperate and totally absorbed into his act. He was twisting and pistoning his hands on the extremely tight skin of his shaft as it continued to grow- feeling the bloated veins squirming just below the surface like worms as they climbed higher to keep up with the shaft. As aroused as he was and desperate to get off, his cock was so titanic now that he could not properly climax with two hands- his hands were too small in comparison! His balls swung heavily below, too heavy for him to lift! His legs were getting weaker and the balls were getting heavier and the two could not work together. His legs buckled and he almost let go of his cock to grab the sink as he fell down, except he did not drop more than an inch. He glanced down and groaned as he seen his balls touch and spread a bit against the floor while his legs were only slightly bent. They were still growing and it already looked like a beanbag chair of flesh between his legs! His hips popped thanks to his prostate completely outgrowing its space, but so gently that it barely made a sound- though it did rob still more strength and stability from his lower body. Even without giga balls he would not be able to stand on his own. His bones were becoming soft and crumbling up on the inside.
Rich smiled and walked up to him, grabbing the purple head of his dick- so large that it completely filled his hand so his fingertips just barely hooked around the corona. It felt like hot, hard rubber- almost no give to it at all. The head was bloated so huge it was completely shiny smooth, and the bumps around the corona stood out almost like tiny flesh thorns from the extreme pressure pushing outwards. The pleasure caused Nelson to moan and squirm- his balls did a little hop and started to swell a little faster. The cock grew in Rich's hand as he squeezed it like he were testing the ripeness of a fruit, and the head overgrew his hand as he did, causing him to reposition his thumb as he was only able to hook his digits around the top half of the corona now. The ball of his fingers fit perfectly into the slope of the helmet shaped head of the giant glans! Rich felt hot gushes of pre spurt out against his wrist as the dick bucked several times like a bull trying to throw its rider. He let it go and crouched down, trying to put his mouth around the head as far as possible- though only covering maybe a third of the head at best- his jaw would never open wide enough for the entire thing. He licked up a fat dollop of salty pre, but realized the cock was so big now his tongue could easily get inside, and started sounding the dick with his tongue while sucking at the head. Rich only glanced around the bloated sides of the shaft to see Nelson's balls become so big that they shoved his weakening legs to the side while he remained half standing just the same- the balls so big they carried him better than his legs did. His pants were somewhere under that- they caught his balls as they descended but now that his balls exceeded the length of his legs, they pulled the pants completely off and pinned them to the ground somewhere under. The skin was having a hard time keeping up at this point for his balls as well, causing the scrotum to pull mostly smooth, and you could see the bulge from all the giant tubes leading down into the testicles bunched up at the top. His hips were almost entirely gone- what looked like hips now was actually the curvature of the world's biggest prostate. Rich had to slow down a bit- he needed Nelson to be as aroused as possible, but allowing him to cum would clear that, and if Nelson actually realized what was happening to him fully he would likely start yelling, and then Jude would find out and come to the rescue.
A hollow sucking-pop sound could be heard in his back muffled under the skin a few seconds apart, over and over. His spinal cord was being yanked apart- though he remained upright thanks to increasing fluid pressure. He was getting a full-body erection! His barrel shaped torso was stretching taller and taller- his ribs reduced to a calcium jelly by now and nearly formless themselves. His entire body started to throb as it became even veinier. The body of his shirt became tighter and tighter, till a throb of the fat projected veins ripped it, and then with the next pulse of growth; burst it in half completely, falling away. Rich teasingly ran his index finger back and forth in the groove between urethral opening to the urethral bulge on the side of the shaft- which was now so large he likely could have shoved his entire arm inside the cock with next to no resistance at all. He might be able to fit his arm in the urethra without even touching the sides! The dick was so monolithic at this point that to tend to the head, Rich was standing with his back to a divider between stalls while Nelson was still half sitting on the sink- so it spanned the entire room. Nelson's head started to look swollen and red, he was sweating and groaning- occasionally murmuring unintelligible gibberish. His neck throbbed bigger- his throat and veins expanded first. He was going to demand Rich keep going, needing to cum so badly, but all that came out was wet sputtering! He unintentionally drooled all over himself. Then before he could form any real thoughts, burped and spat out an even bigger gob. It wasn't drool- it was hot salty pre. His torso was so long now his head was almost at the roof! His body had become thicker as well as his limbs lost all strength and started to regress. They became shorter, which made them look fatter as well, but as it continued they stretched to the point where they were not really recognizable at all, never mind usable for anything. His head hit the roof in a throb, and he looked up for his very slowly processing mind to figure out what he hit, but as soon as he looked up his neck throbbed and stretched hard, becoming thicker than his head! It bulged so huge it became equal to his torso- preventing him from bending it; his head was locked in that position now as his face was shoved harder into the roof. The roof started to groan and bend from the force of the growing shaft. He popped off the sink from the force, his balls wobbled forward like gigantic water balloons and the base of the shaft hit the floor, giving him three or so feet of space to grow back into. The base of his shaft however was a beach ball sized prostate between shaft and balls, so when he hit the ground his thoughts whited out completely in a blast of pleasure that sent both giant shafts dangerously close to the edge, streaming pre cum almost constantly for a half minute before it settled.
Rich was loving every minute of this, and wanted to enjoy it every way possible. He was already sopping wet from the pre cum drooling from the first giant dick. He dropped his pants to the floor, grabbed the sides of the giant glans that were now slightly wider than his entire torso and shoved the shaft back! This slid the balls and base of both shafts under the sinks, putting Nelson at an angle giving him still a bit more growing room. The pressure of the growth wanted to force the two shafts at a 90 degree angle from one another though, which started to slide it forward again, but Rich wanted that. He got directly in front of it and thrust his own dick into the urethra of the giant cock. As it slid back forward it pinned Rich between the stall divider and the giant glans. When Rich thrust, it shoved the dick back a bit and gently bopped the monster prostate against the pipes on the bottom of the sink! He gripped the corona again, this time with one hand on either side of the giant head as he thrust into it. Pre cum came out of the giant cock faster and heavier- starting to make sounds like a burbling water cooler. The pressure in Nelson's head increased as the skull softened, yanking apart as his entire head swelled massively. His jaw bone was gone, but the ridge remained- soon a full corona. His face and forehead all swelled out upward, forming into a dome. His eyes swelled shut and vanished, his nose stretched into obscurity as the nostrils swelled shut. His mouth stretched lengthwise and became tighter in width, turning into a urethral opening- preventing him from holding back any of the precum that continued to burble to the surface in increasing volume thanks to Rich docking the lower dick. Nelson had no conscious thought anymore other than the need to cum and desire for pleasure. As his head finished converting into a second glans and gently touched the roof again he finished transforming into a giant double-dick and balls!
As hot as it all was- even the urethral opening was so gigantic now that Rich could not reach climax in it. The dick was so huge he was sort of wedged against the divider though and had to shove back with a good bit of strength to wiggle his way out. Doing so put the twin dicks on a different angle though, so when Rich popped free, the two dicks also popped out and turned abruptly. Rich let out a frustrated sigh as he heard the dick heads collide with the top and bottom of the door out. Oh great, it was so huge it blocked the way out! Well, that wasn't that bad of a problem, he just needed to get Nelson off to shrink him down enough to squeeze out of the door. The cocks were obviously of a size well beyond the help of any human hand though. Rich walked around to where the two shafts converged over the giant balls. The prostate divided partially into two- one for either shaft but still united in the middle, just behind what used to be Nelson's anus! The anus did not change size at all, and was still there. Rich grabbed a handful of scrotal flesh and yanked back, pulling the balls fully behind the twin dicks and climbed up onto them to use the giant hot spheres as a seat. He grabbed the crook between shafts and pulled himself forward, thrusting into the tight hole, the head of his dick almost immediately prodding the huge prostate! Rich chuckled to himself as he thrust into them. He knew Nelson would be furious about this, but he also knew Nelson felt good in spite of it all. And right now- he was incapable of anger. Pleasure was the only thing he is able to feel, the only thing his body was built for; and it was very, very good at it. He started to work himself up, thrusting faster and harder. Something hit his lower back though, preventing him from pulling back and then a moment later he felt a powerful pleasure as something entered HIM!
Jude leaned forward, putting his chin on Rich's shoulder. "Refresh my memory, what is it that I told you not to do when I told you about that book?"
"You suggested I stick to the spell you pointed out."
"Mmm, no, that wasn't a suggestion. If you want a suggestion though- just good advise to live by in general; don't be a dick."
The door out was on the opposite side and blocked by two mega dongs- Jude used a portal to enter the room from the wall behind Rich! He must have been able to sense the amount of mana being fired off, then seen Rich and Nelson were missing and then once he seen the out of order sign on the door he would immediately have known what was going on. He had his dick in Rich's ass, while Rich had his own cock in Nelson's... ass, if you can still call it that. Rich was still smiling, enjoying his punishment and his deeds at the same time but still tried to squirm out when Jude pulled back, but Jude thrust back in, pinning him between the two again! Jude pushed him harder forward and harder. The glans of the two giant dick heads squished against the door from force. Jude then climbed fully onto the huge balls and put a leg on either side of Rich's legs. Rich went to pull back but felt a tug at his skin, looking down he seen he was partially merged with the base of the two shafts!! Jude thrust him forward again and this time he could not pull back at all! He felt muscle tissue squirming into him and then started to shudder and gasp in pleasure as signals from the nerve endings of the two mega cocks started to cross with his own nervous system. The nerve endings branched, tangled, and finally fused together! Nelson was not only reduced to two giant dicks- he now belonged to Rich! Rich now had two mega cocks!
Rich could barely think, his body was stiff with pleasure- caught in a loop of shuddering and clenching from pleasure overload. He could no longer thrust into Nelson because they were no longer two separate people. Instead he leaned forward to encourage Jude to thrust into him more energetically, and placed his hands on the top cock to shove it down into the lower one- frotting with himself! He could use the freedom of the top shaft and friction of the bottom against the floor to pull them forward and back with uneven distance, rubbing together, and just being pressed together the pulsing veins of one massaged the other! The edge of the corona from the two glans caught on one another if he held the shafts together, so they flicked each other sending sharp pleasure spikes back to Rich! He did notice something else through the haze though- Jude's cock was throbbing with his pleasure as well, not separately. There was another spell in play- Jude's dick was feeding off of Rich's pleasure. And it was hungry. Jude's penis gorged on the pleasure, swelling bigger and fatter, stuffing itself deeper into Rich's ass without even needing to be thrust forward. It got so large Rich could see the bulge from its head, as it traveled further up and became even more pronounced. Eyes rolled back in his head, Rich started to rock backward on his giant balls to cram the growing dick in even harder- this also divided his two giant cocks so they came crashing down into one another on the forward thrust. He was astounded he had not already cum from the explosive and constant pleasure, but Jude was more than likely cheating- using a spell that prevented climax till it was complete. It did not stop Jude from cumming however, and he did powerfully. The stream of cum was so strong it almost felt like someone pushing out on Rich's insides! He could feel the heat and pressure rising, trying to pull his intestines straight with weight. He looked down and groaned as he seen the bulge of Jude's cock expand greatly- his guts now swelling with cum! By the time the orgasm ended, his gut looked like he was pregnant and he could feel it sloshing back and forth as Jude resumed his thrusting! He was still hard!
The cum pressure stretched Rich out enough on the inside to give the cock a bit more room to grow still bigger- and it took every bit of space once again! Even as Jude came again, Rich's belly started to stretch even bigger, but he could feel the massive cock growing as well at the same time. Pushed forward and dragging upward, still deeper into his body. Deeper than it should be possible to go. He realized his own prostate was throbbing in time with the dick in his ass. His arms and legs started to tingle and he grinned, murmuring 'oh no' under his breath as he realized what was happening. Jude's dick was feeding off pleasure, but a very large percentage of Rich was now only that. It was starting to absorb so much of his energy that it was starting to absorb his actual mass as well. The dick was growing with mass stolen from Rich- the more pleasure Rich felt the bigger it got and the weaker he became. But the bigger it gets, the more pleasure he feels, trapping him in the cycle! He was letting himself become absorbed mentally by the cock inside of him, so he was literally being absorbed by it- if he did not stop, he would fall so deeply in love with it that he becomes Jude's cock. Rich did not even bother trying to resist- knowing it was a fight he could not win, nor entirely wanted to. He could feel cum start to bubble up into his stomach from the wrong end, and then his stomach was smushed upward before like an elastic band it twanged back down over the giant cock head that now penetrated it. The stomach acid already converted to still more cum. The cum swelled his entire torso larger, then as the cock-head pressed on the roof of his stomach it pulled his body straight on the rigid shaft- completely impaled. The pressure built till finally like Nelson before; the segments of his spine started to pop apart. The pain receptors branching from it died as the pleasure sensors branched further and grew. His bones became so saturated with cum forcing its way through every nook and cranny of his body that they softened and started to dissolve.
The liquid pressure continued to rise as Jude spurt more and more. Rich's eyes rolled in his head as he felt his body being stretched. The cum was only the precursor though, instigating change. Once his limbs were mostly limp from weakness and crumbling bones, the cock surpassed the volume of the cum and started to do the stretching in its place! The bulge of the shaft seemed clear as it surged up Rich's body, but it had actually been lost visually since the cum rush- the visible bulge was actually just the urethra as it traveled up his body- breaking up his ribs to continue onward. Rich could not stop burping from all the air in his body being crushed out, and soon his burps smelled of cum. The next few burps brought up bursts of cum- slammed up all the way through his body by the battering ram sized cock. Rich could feel the cock pushing up at the base of his neck, and then as his throat stretched, he felt precum pooling in it as the glans of Jude's growing phallus pressed hard enough on the base of Rich's throat to form a seal. Rich bowed his head forward and opened his mouth to drool precum, but a moment later his neck was forced straight again by the pressure as Jude came- and it fired straight up Rich's throat and out his mouth! When it finished he had a blissfully stupid smile on his face, though he was dizzy from the pleasure blast and his head felt very strange. The bones were no longer solid- his teeth fell apart in his mouth like wet chalk. His head still had a normal human shape- but it was so soft you could push your hand into it and your hand print would just stay there. The dick inside of him grew so fat his shirt ripped- but held in place by the fishnet top over that. Then that too started to stretch and snap. Like Nelson, his arms started to regress, stretching out as they became shorter and slowly vanished. Unlike Nelson however, his legs simply lost their shape and melded into the giant balls below, becoming two giant veins! His own original balls were so tiny in comparison to his new giant ones he did not even notice that they had long ago been absorbed by the greater two- adding what little they had to the mass.
Every throb surged blood pressure toward Rich's head from lack of room in the rest of his body, and then as it relaxed the shaft within stretched more, pulling him longer and longer. It was so huge it was stretching Rich around it like a human condom- the more he was stretched the more his body took the shape of the phallus it contained, and the thinner Rich was stretched, till eventually he became so thin he stopped existing and the man and penis became the same thing. His heard beat hammered in his head like thunder cracks in a lightning storm. His head turned beat red from all the pressure. He no longer required to breath so he did not notice right away- he still had his spiked choker on, it was literally choking him now! There was a gigantic dick trying to force its way up through his throat but stuck because of his choker! Because it was unable to hold its shape, the blood pressure continued to grow in his head beyond what was normally its full capacity. His face started to swell slowly into the helmet head shape of a glans, the rest starting to turn purple from pressure. His neck bulged obscenely from the bottom just below the choke point. Jude and Rich both heard the sound of straining leather and then Jude ducked when he heard the snap. The spike choker was snapped off with such force it shattered a mirror to their side- luckily the sink collected all the broken glass. In a rush, Rich's vision went red, then quickly faded to black as the cock-head rammed up his throat and into his head, smashing its shape into head to speed its change. His hair very quickly started to fall out, forced out from under its own roots. Then the last of their nerves started to tangle as the remnants of Rich around the dick started to convert into just more of the dick inside of it. Perhaps merely to prolong the experience, Rich bent forward resisting these last few changes only. Jude would have none of it, reaching out to grasp his head and pull it straight. He managed to get his ring and middle finger into Rich's mouth that was already mostly converted into a urethral opening, and moved it back and forth the way you would masturbate a vagina. Rich's throat fully locked in that position and he started to burble up precum at an increasing rate; unable to hold back anymore. Unlike Nelson's transformation, this one had been more of an exchange. The cock got bigger and more dominant as the person got smaller and less dominant till they met each other in the middle and they simply became the same thing.
Now Jude had a giant cock, that had a giant cock, that had a giant cock, and he was sitting on top of his own giant balls. Three dicks stacked on top of each other taking up basically every bit of space in the entire long room from floor to roof and lengthwise. He was going to cast another spell to deal with the mess, but could not before he slipped over the edge. He had been teetering on the edge of orgasm as the change finished and once his nervous system linked to the triple ultra cocks he slowly slipped over the point of no return. He braced himself on the base of the shaft that used to be Rich and the three pillars of cum slammed into the nearby door and wall so hard that globs of it scattered through the air all the way to the back of the room, absolutely painting everything! The streams lasted for a full second, then a fraction of a second for a break, and then another blast. The orgasm lasted almost a full minute, but every time they clenched in pause between blasts, they got a good bit smaller! By the time the orgasm ended there was two inches of cum across the entire floor- every toilet and sink was clogged- but the three dicks were small enough that Jude could sort-of move them if he put his whole body into it. In those dick heads were thoughts of pleasure, visions of exploding cocks, powerful jets of cum, and endless pleasure. But now the thoughts broke up a bit more, became a bit more subconscious than conscious. They faded a bit more, and became still more like a normal dick.
Jude chuckled at the top dick as the muscles clenched on their own in specific places, causing the shaft to bend slightly back and forth- the remnants of Rich struggling. "What goes around comes around, Rich. Besides, you wanted more fun and pleasure, right? And... this feels good, doesn't it?" Jude was unable to get anywhere near the glans, so he just grabbed onto some fat veins and gently stroked them along the shaft. Rich squirmed a bit more, but pleasure also started to surge. "NOW you want to fight it? Please, you knew when you could have gotten away and you let it happen. I have things to do, get this over with already- blow your brains out."
If anything the squirming only brought the pleasure on even faster, and Jude mentioning pleasure or giving in made Rich think about it which made it happen even faster- he held out for a grand total of maybe half a minute before all three once again erupted and a three pronged cumblast. The liquid level on the floor started to rise, sinking Jude in to his ankles then his shins and almost his knees! The balls shrank down to about the size of a beach ball each, and the dicks now each about the size of his torso. The orgasm had lasted over a minute that time. The longer they allow it to flow out of themselves, the more they regress into true dicks and the closer Jude gets to being able to put his pants back on.
Jude touched an index finger to each shaft just behind the glans and traced several runes on the skin. It left no mark so it was difficult to do, with no visual of what he was drawing but what he pictured in his head. "There, this next one should finish you two off- but there is no use repeating myself right? There is no point in having three cocks if they are all just the same thing."
He felt a bit of a clench at the base of the top cock which was then mirrored by the two below and chuckled. "Sure you will be a bit smaller, but look at it this way, I can fit you in more holes that way." It twitched a bit and Jude gently brushed his hand over its surface. "And I will give your form a little flare, just imagine all the possibilities." He nudged the corona. "I could make this wider." A pleasure pulsed fired up from the base and the head started to darken to purple from pressure of Rich holding back. "I could make you wider. Maybe just make the collective prostate bigger, so you can cum even longer?" The veins started to hammer quickly with pressure, and the shaft swelled thicker.
When it throbbed it looked like it was vibrating with the force he was holding back. "You have lots of good company too, to rub up against. Throb against." The urethra started to expand as if already blasting something out, then convulsing in preparation as pre ran from the head in an uninterrupted stream.
"I could masturbate you and be done, but. I want to see you finish what you started." The dick pulsed visibly over and over again, bending ever so slightly from one side to the other while also bobbing from the pressure of each pulse. "Nothing." THROB. "But." PULSE. "Cock." Rich erupted a stream of cum so hard it still hit the opposite wall in spite of his greatly reduced size! Then the Nelson cock erupted a fraction of a second later, and then the one below that- all linked so unable to act individually.
As they started to shrink again from ejaculating their own mass as cum, the three dicks started to diverge in appearance. Being the least accessible, the bottom cock- and only cock that was not formerly a human- did not shrink as quickly as the others, stopping at a size still far greater than a human. The glans hardened and stretched wider, making the head a gentle, wide dome shape. When the larger dick finally exhausted itself and started to go soft finally, the shaft folded back in on itself in the middle and formed a medial ring- it was half human half horse. The penis that had formerly been Nelson shrank further, but still remained a bit bigger than the average human penis. While most of the dick shrank, not all of it did. The urethra remained longer than the rest of the shaft, causing it to rise up from the still human shaped glans as a rounded point. The shaft shrank all but the base, which remained the same size, becoming increasingly bulbous as it stood out from the rest, exposing thousands of tiny veins across the surface from the skin being pulled so tight around it! It became half human half dog! Finally the top penis, it regressed to the size of an average human phallus, but again did not all shrink equally. It ended being thicker toward the base than normal, giving its overall form a conical shape save for the glans. Though the shape of the glans remained human, the bumps on the corona expanded into little flesh barbs and started to multiply- becoming so great in number they stretched the corona slightly, causing them to fan out. It became half human half cat penis! The formerly gigantic balls shrank to match the size of Jude's default balls, giving him a set of four for the time being.
Now wading in cum level with his hips, Jude had effectively created a swimming pool of semen. Fishing the pool drenched magic tome off the floor was some task, requiring him to dive in and swim in cum to even find it. He then cast a spell that caused all the cum to glow even more white and start to lift and break up into the air- converting into pure energy. He did not want to open the door to the bathroom first, because then a cum tidal wave would smash over bookshelves and make an even bigger mess. He had to deal with it before leaving the room.
Waiting for all the cum to clear itself out gave him time to think, and pondered how altering specific conditions of the spell may have affected their duration. "I sure hope the part of the spell that binds us all together wears off before the transforming aspect does- or this is going to be extremely awkward for everyone involved." |
Shattered Shards: Sorcerous Science
Dranise walked along behind his girlfriend, Maya, his claws clicking loudly on the industrial tile floor. His hips swayed as he walked, in part because of his tail and in part because of some strange feminine instinct.
Despite having his current form for several years, he still found many of the things he did rather weird. Mind and body had both changed in ways he didn't exactly understand, but he went along with it anyway.
Things had changed half a decade earlier, when two worlds melded together to form one, leaving many individuals in the city transformed, partially and fully, into other races, species, and genders.
Dranise had a bit of all three. Tall and lanky, he kept his height and his lithe build, but his transformation had made him rather feminine in both mind and body. He had the broad hips, the slight build, soft facial features, and more delicate musculature of a woman, though he lacked any actual female parts. No breasts and still in possession of his manhood, even though the package didn't quite fit the wrapper.
Not that it had bothered Maya any. If anything she adored him more after the change than before. He was the apple of her eye, singular.
She was some sort of demon with long taloned fingers, a spade tipped tail, hair replaced by thick, writhing tendrils or tentacles, or something like that, and no eyes in her head. That had taken Dranise awhile to get used to.
Instead Maya had a single large eye where her belly button used to be. It was rather weird to make eye contact with her, and the attempt usually meant that it looked rather like one was staring at her breasts, which Maya wholeheartedly approved of.
He smiled and gripped her rump in his clawed hand, making Maya giggle with delight, turning and grabbing her boyfriend and pushing him up against the corridor wall before planting a kiss upon his emerald lips.
"Tease," she says with a sharp-toothed grin, "If I had known you were going to misbehave so badly, I would've dressed you in platform heels, a tube top, and a skirt."
Dranise's scales darkened in a blush, Maya had purchased an entire wardrobe of girl's clothes that looked stunning upon his lithe, feminine frame and she delighted in dressing him in them at every opportunity, parading him around clubs as her girlfriend.
It wasn't much of a punishment, since Dranise loved it so much, but it always embarrassed him to have it brought up, especially since it was just about a guaranteed way to get him to equally embarrassing levels of arousal.
Dranise moaned and pressed against Maya's hot caress before she cruelly withdrew her grip and took him by the hand, leading him onward, "And we can talk about that later. We can't keep Ayako waiting!"
Maya had an absolutely huge grin upon her face, more so than her usual amusement at dressing Dranise up in drag would be. He'd since learned that protesting would only make here more and more likely to pull out the clothes and forcing him into them.
He wasn't sure exactly how he kept ending up in them, or why exactly he enjoyed it, but until they were actually on him, he'd fight tooth and nail to prevent it. Or at least fight with wriggle and running and locking himself in the bathroom.
The hair began to stand on the back of his neck as Maya lead him down a branch in the hall, the walls inscribed with small runes.
His claws scraped on the tile as he tried to drag them, to turn around, "I just got used to being a dragon! I don't want to spend the weekend as a frog to add to my troubles!" he pleaded, trying to escape from the demoness's iron grip.
But it was too late, the large double doors at the end of the hallways hissed open ominously, and Maya dragged her reluctant boyfriend inside, the door closing quickly behind them.
Dranise looked around, finding scattered bits of half constructed and deconstructed machinery, shelves of toms and scrolls in a circular area beneath what looked like a neon orange icicle that grew down from the ceiling, clockwork soldiers with various pieces removed, and of course the bubbling beakers and cauldrons that no self-respecting wicked witch, mad scientist, or double-major in both would be without.
"Ah! An interloper!" boomed an ominous voice, a figure raising itself up from behind a desk, brandishing a 1950's style sci-fi pistol at him.
"This is a girls only lab, and you'll have to pay the price for your arrogance!" the voice boomed.
There was a flash of light and Dranise found his body feeling all funny, like it was being blown up like a balloon in a kind of sexy, erotic way. He moaned as bits of him seemed to swell, bucking against the air as pleasure surged through him. He felt oddly weightless, a cry escaping suddenly lusher lips.
He threw his head back and cried out in climax, his clothes beginning to creak as the flesh and bone contained within them began to grow. He felt a surging warmth ripple though him with each spurt of climax, as each moment passed, the tighter his shirt and pants became, the more intense the sensation grew, the harder he climaxed.
He couldn't move, he couldn't direct his gaze downward to see, nor move his arms to explore what was happening. But it felt like he was being slowly inflated. Inch after inch, jet after jet of climactic essence erupting from him, soaking the crotch of his jeans, the thought bringing an emerald blush to his face.
Eventually the blast from the weird ray ceased, and Dranise could move again. Panting, he dropped to his knees, head tilted down he discovered what exactly had been swelling. He shot a glare to the giggling pile of refrigerators and brought himself up to wobbly knees.
"Dammit, Maya!" he growled, his voice higher and of a bit different tone than usual, more feminine.
Upon hearing his own voice Dranise's eyes widened, "Oh you didn't!"
He turned and looked down at his rear, finding it larger and wider. A clawed hand groped the saturated groin of his jeans, finding nothing there.
Maya stood up, out of breath from laughing. Dranise shook her head and instead directed her scorn towards her attacker, who up close didn't look so large and intimidating. In fact, she was scarcely up to the dragon's breasts, wearing some odd sort of helmet with tinted lenses, which she promptly removed with one pair of hands, a second working over the blaster.
The goblin giggled, corralling hair gone wild from time in the helmet. She pulled it up into a ponytail, then wound it around itself to create a bun. She looked up at Dranise with four large, dark blue eyes. "It was Maya's idea, but the more alike we three are, the easier my next experiment will be." She said pleasantly.
"Oh, and you make a very cute girl!" she said, her head suddenly thrust between Dranise's melon sized breasts, two hands gripping them, the other two clutching her wide, jiggly rump.
The dragon moaned loudly, her new breasts incredibly sensitive. The demoness had slipped up behind her, and had unbuckled her belt, working on removing Dranise's pants, "My, we can't have one of the girls walking around in wet pants, now can we? It'd be a bit uncomfortable."
The demon's long fingered hands replaced those of the goblin upon Dranise's tits; she couldn't help but press against them, body craving more.
"I'll get the Chimerification chamber warmed up!" Ayako called, leaving the couple by themselves.
Maya tugged down Dranise's pants, leaving the dragoness to blush as pale pink panties were revealed underneath, making the demon giggle, "My, such a good girl you make, Dranise!" she teased.
The dragon turned and scowled at her lover, "You keep hiding my boxers!" she protested.
"Staggerdragon!" Maya called suddenly, leaping up on Dranise's back, wrapping her legs around the dragon's waist. It was one of the games the demoness liked to play, clinging to Dranise, groping, licking, caressing, until she either fell over, got her lose, or climaxed.
With all the new sensation, the poor, overwhelmed, gender-swapped dragon stumbled around, trying to get to an area where falling over would not mean engine parts, pointy metal, or concrete breaking her fall.
She managed to get to the small, library area, collapsing back into a dusty, overstuffed chair, but still Maya hung on tightly. One hand slipped beneath the dragon's tight t-shirt, caressing a helpless, massive orb, the other slipping into Dranise's panties, caressing the alteration there as well.
The dragon panted, eyes half lidded, as far as things could have gone, Dranise felt rather lucky that she'd gotten off with just being a she. Sometimes they'd go out with Dranise dressed up as a girl, flirt with a guy, and then lure him someplace secluded, where Maya would turn on the demonic magic, leaving the guy unconscious with a headache and a few vague memories of something sexy. That and an empty wallet.
Maya's touch was electric, as usual, a bit of succubus combined with quite a bit of practice on herself, and the girls Dranise and herself had fun with on occasion meant she was quite familiar with the female anatomy, and knew just where to caress to make her boyfriend, now girlfriend, quiver with delight.
Her fingers were naturally long and thin, easily slipping within the dragoness's eager, awaiting snatch. The dragon was amazed by how sensitive she was, how easy it was to get her to shiver or cry out with pleasure.
Dranise sighed and pulled off her shirt, tossing it away, she figured she might as well explore the ins and outs of the feminine form while she had the chance. She ran a hand over a breast as Maya suddenly removed her fingers from Dranise's sex, replacing them with her tail.
A succubus's tail was a very powerful thing, flexible and dexterous, able to slip easily into the proper opening, and with the proper magics able to emulate any number of different sorts of organs. Maya had no interest in changing her spade-tipped tail into anything else, but the rubbery, flexible folds of flesh that made up the spade could be controlled with incredible precision.
She had wrapped them around the central shaft of her tail, making a wide, enlarged presence with which to penetrate her boyfriend. The soft, smooth flesh entered Dranise's sex, rippling gently as it slithered deeper and deeper into her.
The demoness pushed her boyfriend's breasts upward, leaning forward, her forked tongue slithering out to caress an emerald nipple, "Try it yourself, hun, I bet you'll love it!" she coaxed.
Dranise blushed and did as Maya asked, her own tongue curling around her nipple, her hands joining Maya's in fondling and caressing her breasts. It was rather fun, and felt great. Of course it was likely some sort of ploy to keep Dranise in a further feminized state than usual, but the blaster's effect would either wear off with time, or have a reverse setting.
"Just picture it, you spread legged on the bed, wearing your cute little pantyhose, heels, and skirt, your hair in pigtails, mascara, eye shadow, and lipstick applied, laying back, gripping those perfect breasts, performing for me, while something thick, bestial, throbbing, and powered by D-cells vibrates away in your tailhole and twat." She whispered, her demonic powers making the images leak into Dranise's mind, transforming them into waking dreams, allowing the dragon to almost feel herself there, seeing her full lips painted red, parted in a soft moan, her tail curled around a large, bright red, demon-shaped sex toy.
Maya shook her head, "Nah, that's what it feels like when you've been blasted by Ayako's Slut-Shooter, gets you all sensitive, sexed up, and a few extra abilities tacked on to typical erogenous zones. I've been trying to convince her to try and put it in pill form, but no dice. She just loves her little mechanical toys."
The words brought a flash of the intense, erotic image back into Dranise's mind, making her moan as a small climax shot through her.
Maya slowly withdrew her tail, bringing it to the side, licking it clean of the dragoness's juices, "I think that's enough fun for now, boyfriend," she said, "Ayako is probably set up by now. The sooner we get this done, the sooner we can go shopping."
Dranise smiled, reaching down and gripping Maya's legs as she stood, hefting the purple, demonic girl that still clung to her back, "Well then, we can't keep her waiting." Dranise said with a grin, turning her head into a deep, tongue entwining kiss from Maya.
"Giddyup!" she said with a giggle.
-o-
Dranise found the goblin mad scientist in front of a near spherical metal device with all sorts of odd lights and thick tubes running into it. A trio of padded openings were placed in an equilateral triangle around the structure, the metallic top made up of small crescent shaped pieces.
"It's so the experiment subjects can move around and be moved around." explained Ayako, who was up to her waist in the machine, making a few last adjustments, "You get weirdly shaped chimeras if you force the three aspects to remain in one place. But you can also, oddly enough, direct the way the fusion occurs with the placement."
"Err... wait..." Dranise protested, "Chimerafication? Fusion? I'm not liking the sound of this."
"Oh come on, boyfriend!" Maya teased, "It's perfectly reversible, and the only lasting side effect seems to be a bit of closeness and empathy with the two you merged with. We make the beast with two backs seven or eight times before lunch, usually, this isn't really all that different!"
"Well, actually it is." Ayako said, climbing out of the machine, "As far as I can tell all three individuals retain full physical sensation over the entire form. Control, however, I don't know all that much about. Which is why we're all going to become a chimera for an afternoon, so I can gather firsthand data of the chimeric nervous system."
Dranise began to back away from the strange machine, but Maya put her feet down and hefted her boyfriend/girlfriend up off the ground, "Nope, you're going in, Dranise. If you chicken out of this, you can kiss your chances of getting your cock back goodbye."
She giggled and licked her lips, "That's something we need to find out once you have it back. See if you can kiss it. Though I worry that if you can, you'll never leave the house."
Dranise snorted, a scowl on her face, "I actually have thoughts that don't feature sex, pertain to sex, are sexual innuendos, or plots that will, eventually, lead to sex. Unlike certain demons I could mention."
Ayako chuckled as the two bickered, pressing the button to open the machine.
The sphere opened with a soft woosh, ominous mist pouring out.
The inside of the sphere was very well padded, and three small stools had been placed within. Maya dropped Dranise unceremoniously upon one of them and then quickly had his neck secured in one of the slots.
"Ow!" the dragon said, a muted thunk of flesh on metal heard. "Is that a... bucket in here?"
The goblin blushed, her green skin turning a darker shade and she reached in and removed the bucket of dry ice, "It's the best way I've found to get that ominous mist effect. They dock three percent from my grade on anything I build if it doesn't look sufficiently ominous right before it activates."
"I'd build a fog machine into the thing, but the ones I make from scratch tend to explode, and the stores in the area are always sold out of them around mid terms and finals time." she said with a sigh.
The sphere had opened into three identical segments. Dranise's was placed in the center, while Maya took a seat to his right.
"This is why you had to be a girl, hun." Maya said with a giggle, "Using creatures of different genders tends to weird things up and produce long lasting side effects, Ayako says."
She leaned over and kissed the dragon's cheek, "And I don't think you want to be laying self-fertilized eggs for the rest of your life. Though once they grow up, I think a couple cute Dranise clones would be fun to have around..."
The demoness grinned, "Ayako, can you get the gender inversion ray? I don't mind side effects!"
The goblin glared with her four eyes, "Uh, no Maya, we're doing this by the book. You never, ever toss in random variables on a complicated process like this. That's what finals are for."
The mad scientist finished inputting the data into the control console, a synthesized voice began counting down from nine as Ayako began strapping herself into the third segment, the outer two beginning to swing inward to complete the sphere.
"Wait, why is it starting at nine?" Dranise asked.
"Well, everyone ELSE starts their counter at ten, and if something goes wrong typically it takes me about two seconds to notice, and five to turn things off. That way I have a one second spacer and no chance of it ending all anti-climactic like on two. Where's the drama in that?"
The dragon winced, "Open this thing up, I want out."
Maya and Ayako giggled, "No way!" the demoness said, shaking her head, "This is supposed to be a big rush, and I'm not going to miss it because you have cold feet!"
"You have nothing to worry about, Dranise, the process is very pleasure... AH!" Ayako was cut off by the machine which jumped the countdown and surged to life at the one second mark.
A flood of glowing liquid of various colors swirled down the tubes, pouring into the closed and sealed sphere. Dranise felt a warm goo flowing over her, making her clothes cling to her scaled skin ,and then...
"I LIKED that shirt!" the dragon said with a scowl.
"It's not wrecked, I just had it teleported somewhere to be recovered later. It's just get all torn up anyway." Ayako explained.
The goo continued to pour in, washing over the bodies of all three, pooling down around their feet. As the goblin had said, it felt quite nice. After the initial warmth had appeared on their skin, it had begun to sink deeper, seeming to caress skin and muscle in a gentle massage over the entire back, rump, legs, and feet.
"Oooh," Dranise sighed, "That does feel rather nice."
"And it's rather pretty too! All the colors swirling together." Maya said, with her eye in her midsection.
A second set of tubes began to pour fluid, this time pumping right into the laps of the three girls. Each let out a cry of pleasure at the sensation.
"Oh... oh, it feels like... like... like..." stuttered Ayako.
"It feels like having a horse cock stuffed into your without the whole bother of torn muscles and a broken pelvis." said Maya after a moan, rather familiar with all sorts of sexual pleasures.
"I f-feel something on my nnnn!" Dranise moaned, feeling something on her nipples.
"Those are the shape..." Ayako's words were cut off by a pleasured gasp, "The shapers."
"Oooh, using the Krygarian Spheroid Hex, are you Ayako?" Maya purred, familiar with the sorcery that was happening out of sight of the other two.
"Well, I wanted something obvious to test the sensory input!" the goblin girl explained.
"Oh I'm not complaining it's just that..."
Dranise's eyes opened and she stopped moaning for a moment, "Wait, hex? Black magic?"
"Of course, black magic!" Maya said, the roll of her eye going unseen, "You think white magic would make you feel so good?"
She gave a soft growl, and Dranise felt a fluid sensation, like something was flowing into her breasts.
"Oh for the love of... they're big enough!" she protested.
Ayako grinned, "Several chimera traits are essentially averaged, and being a goblin and thus naturally flattish... well..." her ears turned a darker green, "You can't blame a girl for being curious."
Maya giggled as the last set of tubes began pouring liquid into the sphere, topping it off. The feeling of pleasure deepened from surface skin and muscle, to the very core of each body.
"Oh gods, whose hand is that?" Dranise panted, the hand being joined by several others. "H-hey, stop that! Play with your own!"
There was a sudden sensation of shock between the three, a sudden surge that made every hair stand on end, a feeling of melting, of malleability. More arms and Maya's tail, all tormenting Dranise, and...
"What is that? That's not my tail!" the dragon yelped, "And those aren't my... mmm..."
Dranise began to purr happily. Things felt rather strange, she was feeling the groping, and she was also feeling what was doing the groping, and oddly enough she felt like she had four breasts and two sexes.
"Th-that's mine." Ayako admitted, "I thought we'd look a bit weird with only two tails. I had one before I figured out how to add the extra arms. Very useful." she grinned and moaned softly, Dranise feeling a thin, smooth length slither across one pair of netherlips, "I found other uses for it."
Dranise giggled, "It feels like a snake slithering."
"Hey!" Maya cried, "No fair!"
There was a sudden jolt and once more Dranise felt as if more body parts were being added. She moved her arms around in the thick goo within the sphere and found what she presumed to be Maya's breasts, though they were larger than she was used to.
"Oh yeah, that's a good girl." purred Maya.
Everything felt strange, disembodied, like everything had become some sort of semi-solid, and concentration was required to form any body part out of it.
"Interesting!" Ayako said, "Full on physical discorporation coupled with conscious transmutation and relocation!"
"Err.. what?" Dranise asked, not understanding.
"She means that nothing has a set place at the moment so we can, for example..."
The trio cried out as Maya's tail pierced a pussy, no one was quite sure whose it was, and then a second, and the third. Ayako and Dranise were reduced to frenzied moaning in delight, bucking phantom hips as Maya tail fucked all three of them.
"And then positioning them just right to..." and then Maya was moaning along with them. Though her tail penetrated them all, it seemed like that whenever one buck her hips, her sex pressed up against the other two, which in turn made that individual buck, sending the three into a rapid cascade of pleasure.
"Oh I w-wish I could see..." Ayako moaned.
"I have an eye down there and I can't see a blasted thing." grumbled Maya.
Slowly the three sexes seemed to be coaxed further and further apart, Maya no longer able to have fun with more than one, much to the disappointment of the others.
"Don't worry," the demoness purred, replacing the tail with her fingers, her skilled talons making the other two forget all about the loss of the tailfucking.
The crescent pieces of metal allowed the machine to adjust the placement of the three heads and necks, and slowly the three became aligned side by side, all in a row.
The strange disembodied feeling began to slowly fade, body parts being tugged into an actual arrangement. Movement was no longer possible, and in a moment, no longer was conscious thought.
Each of the girls cried out with blissful pleasure, the sensation like a full body climax of the highest proportions.
Ayako grinned widely, feeling immense satisfaction at the progress of the process, the intensely pleasurable way it felt, the wonderful mix of science and sorcery that made it all possible.
Maya's tongue lolled out as she climaxed, feeling intoxicated by the incredible energies used in the process, deliciously dark magic coupled with various alchemical ingredients that she had only been able to sample upon a few occasions, her demonic flesh drinking it all up like the finest wine.
Dranise felt vague echoes of both sensations, as the center, the core, the foundation for the entire transformation; she felt the most intense pleasure and more. But mostly she could feel a bond, the complex ball of emotional string that she felt for Maya entwining with something more, something different.
She could, faintly, feel Maya's own feelings for her, her love, her affection, her devotion, her lust for teasing, toying, and humiliating her in ways she hated, but still enjoyed all the same.
And on the other side the incredible burning ball of curiosity, wonder, and shy lust of Ayako. The bookish goblin admiring what Dranise and Maya had, not wanting to whisk it away for herself, but craving to snuggle up against it, to add her own presence into a relationship between the three; a shy, slightly embarrassed bundle of love and lust that were mere sparks longing to erupt into flame.
Dranise turned her head, tilting it just enough that her long, forked tongue could slip between Ayako's lips, making the goblin's eyes widen in surprise, making her turn toward the source of the strange sensation, allowing the dragon to press her lips fully against Ayako's own, welcoming her into the relationship with a deep, delicious kiss infused with Maya's demonic touch as the succubus placed her blessing upon it.
The moment lasted forever.
The moment was over all too soon.
-o-
The machine gave a soft hiss, mist pouring out as it opened, suitable dramatic. Within it, seated upon the seats that seemed to have moved around with the neck holes, the three girls found their individual forms had melded and merged into a unified flesh.
All limbs were present and accounted for, with Dranise and Maya's clawed hands placed in front, Maya's above Dranise's, with Ayako's four arms right behind them. The differences in height had been obliterated, with the much smaller Ayako brought up to the size and build of the other two.
Just about everything had been preserved, their widened torso featured six large, basketball sized breasts, the sight of which made Dranise groan, annoyed that she had been forcibly given large tits to begin with, was rather put off by having her two even larger.
Their varying skin types had spread evenly over their fused form, the majority of it being green. On the outside it started with Maya's purple-pink, the dark color giving way to Dranise's emerald green, and then finally Ayako's paler, goblin green.
Most of their skin was soft and smooth, through Dranise's scales had been retained, adorning their shoulders, hips, and spines with darker scales, deep emerald and magenta. Each had a few scales upon their faces, making a pattern in Dranise's case, acting as freckles upon Ayako's and Maya's.
Each of the three looked over their form, exploring it with their hands, the sensations delightful.
Ayako blushed, "About time I found them! I had been looking all over for those. I was wondering where I left them."
Dranise looked behind them, seeing that Ayako's tail, the thin, almost feline-like thing she had felt while in the tank had thickened, becoming a match for the other two tapering, lizard-like tails, Dranise's with its plate scales and Maya's with the spade tip. The goblin's tail sported a green and blue tuft at the end, matching the mad scientist's hair.
Ayako grinned, "I don't think we look too bad! Rather stunning, if I do say so myself."
Maya shrugged her allotment of shoulders, "I wouldn't know; I can't see anything but our hands, our legs if we move them, and I think that shadow up on top is our lower-middle tit."
"Eeek! Maya, get your eye out of my tummy, why isn't it on YOUR side?" Dranise yelped.
"Probably because it'd make us look all lopsided and uneven if it were there." The demoness mused.
"Ayako, can't you do something?" the dragon protested.
The goblin shook her head, "Suck it up. It's the best place for it, after all."
"But I want my belly button back!" Dranise whined.
Maya chuckled, "Dear, you're a dragon. A reptile. You hatch from eggs; you haven't had a belly button since you acquired your cute, scaly, girly-looking condition some years ago."
The dragon blinked and calmed down, "Oh. I hadn't thought about that."
Ayako giggled, "Any other protests, or should we try standing up and walking?"
"Front and outside." Ayako interrupted, "Mine are all in the back, Maya's are in the middle."
The demoness grinned, "They're your naught bits now, buster! Better spend the time to learn them real good. I'm going to quiz you once this is all over! Maybe we ought to start your studying right now?" she purred, one hand taking Dranise's own, moving it towards the cleft between the central join of their legs.
Having more arms than the other two, Ayako quickly vetoed any further mutual/self exploration.
"None of that now. There will be time for mutual sexual satisfaction later. At the moment we've got to test other things, but first, to the clothing machine! We're not wandering around all bare!" Ayako said, with her third of the body and control of half the legs, they were forced onto their feet, Maya and Dranise working to make sure their heels didn't get stepped on as the goblin propelled them across the room.
It was only after approaching the machine did they notice that they hadn't fallen over, stumbled, tripped, or wobbled much.
"You know, I think a nice black, casual tube top-y type dress and casual heels would be good if we're going to take this out in public. And some pantyhose." The demoness purred, her grin wicked.
The dragon's eyes widened, "Th-that's not fair!" she hissed, "I don't want to wear girl's clothes!"
Ayako pondered this, "For the moment you are a girl, and you're sharing a corporeal form with two other girls who are not adverse to wearing heels and dresses. Logically your argument is inconsistent and you also have been democratically outvoted."
"More demon-cratically." Dranise grumbled, trying to figure out how to fold her arms to go along with her rather cross scowl.
But it was no use; the rather frightening machine quickly weaved a shiny, slinky, form-hugging dress out of some synthetic black fiber. With a pair of purses in hand, Dranise found herself outnumbered six legs to two, and reluctantly was dragged along while Maya and Ayako talking of where they wanted to go.
There was Webb Weavers' to judge the difficulty and expense of getting clothes for their new form, a restaurant to see how much a meal would be compared to the cost of one for all three, a visit to the adult goods store at Maya's request, mainly to make Dranise blush, and several other stops that they would be making using the bus service.
"There's no way we can get around on our own unless we have something like a horse and buggy." Ayako had said, then began to write down her thoughts on how such a method of travel would work perfectly for a group of chimeric individuals.
-o-
As they left the lab, however, they didn't notice that someone had taken advantage of their planning, teasing, and embarrassment to sneak in.
The lab was warded from magical intrusion, so stealth of a mundane nature was to be employed. It made Azria rather giddy, allowing her to actually use some of her training and seldom used spells, rather than merely poof in, do what her mistress had instructed, and then poof out.
There was an art to breaking and entering, as much as there was to lovemaking, both of which the succubus considered herself an expert in. With some of her abilities sealed by her servitude she rather enjoyed being able to stretch her wings. Metaphorically of course.
As the lab door closed behind her, she turned her head and scowled at the tiny red and black wings upon her back. She had once been able to spread them around her shoulders, arms, and most of her torso as if they were a regal cape, but since her mistress had bound her, they couldn't even cover as much as a worn shawl.
That was the part that bothered Azria to no end, having her luxurious wings, majestic horns, and especially her generous bosom reduced to shadows of their formers selves by her mistress's power.
Servitude was fine. Mortals, even elves, didn't live for a particularly long time. Truth be told, she rather enjoyed serving her mistress, she was deliciously vindictive and cruel to her foes without being messy or gross about things. Azria abhorred blood and violence; it was beneath such a delicate, beauty such as herself.
Her mistress had Griaule to do that sort of thing, after all. The seven foot tall dragon loved to vent her frustrations on anything and everything she could in whatever fashion was available and allowed.
Azria supposed that if she had been a hundred foot long, several hundred ton, decidedly male dragon bound and confined by a long dead elven sorceress into the form of a busty, seven foot tall, decidedly female bipedal dragoness, she would be rather grouchy and vicious as well.
She ran her fingers through her navy blue hair, seating the strands behind the rows of thick, rubbery tendrils where they were supposed to stay. She wasn't quite sure how they kept coming loose when she was distracted, but they did.
She hummed happily to herself as she knelt down beside the machine's central segment, the panel concealing the guts losing its screws with the wave of a hand.
She'd been sent to remove the thematic coupler, which aligned things on the shared form in their proper places, the morphic resonance stabilizer, which kept an individual's magical 'me' field in place and wove others through it, and of course the every-important polymorphic linear operation transducer, which obviously made the whole contraption run.
They formed a bit of a sphere with three branches coming off of it, easily removed with a little hand waving and a properly sized wrench, which took several minutes to find. It popped off quite easily and fit into one of the large pockets on Azria's multipurpose, but still very fashionable, trenchcoat.
With a snap of her fingers she turned herself invisible again and strode happily out of the lab, mission accomplished.
Or tried to, anyway. The lab doors were motion sensor activated, and as she didn't bounce back any light, she smacked right into them.
She grumbled a bit, turned visible long enough for the doors to open, and then went on her merry way.
Taking one or two of the items wouldn't be enough; all three would make things too expensive, too difficult, and far too time consuming to make Ayako unable to part herself from the other two for several long, humiliating months.
Or at least that was what Mistress Ellie supposed. Azria didn't think that the young goblin would mind as much as her elven owner believed she would. But that was not her problem. She was instructed to obey, not to advise.
Besides, this course of action likely had a more interesting outcome.
No one noticed a limo door open for a few moments to allow the invisible succubus within.
Inside a moonlight pale hand reached out and unerringly pluck the combined device from Azria's pocket, the hand's owner giggling and grinning all the while.
"Wonderful, Azria!" Ellie said with a sultry chuckle, as good as Azria's own, likely better since the young woman spent most of her free time consulting with experts, learning how to be sexy and seductive by will, rather than talent.
"Let's see that little goblin bitch suffer for disfiguring me!" she said, the chuckle building into a full blown megalomaniacal laugh.
Azria shut the limo door, so the sound wouldn't disturb any nearby small animals, or potentially fill the air with an ominous thunderclap.
Ellie's 'disfigurement' was nothing of the sort to Azria's eyes. But then again she was well-versed with the female form and its various curves. To most she would be considered porn-star gorgeous, what with her beach ball sized breasts, large, heart shaped rear, and wide hips.
Though the nobles of her home court thought of any more than token swells as a sign of gender differentiation to be hideous perversions of nature; Disgusting, debilitating disfigurements, which was why Ellie was forced to live apart from her family, not allowed to attend any of the High Elven courts of her people, and be referred to by the diminutive of her name, which had too many vowels and apostrophes in it for Azria to pronounce with her forked tongue.
Griaule had said it was short for "Elephant," but the busty elf had punched the transgendered dragon so hard that he/she hadn't ever said it aloud within Ellie's hearing ever again.
The maniacal laughter was cut off by a soft gasp, followed by a muttered curse, shortly following by a lot of wriggling to remove a pair of suddenly moistened panties.
"Mandrake root and mistiletoe!" swore Ellie, "You get the slightest jiggle going in these damned over-sensitized weather balloons and it goes right to your loins!" she complained, hiking up her skirt to reveal her swollen, puffy, rather enthusiastically wet sex.
"If you would please, Azria, I have a hair appointment at five thirty and I can't be making embarrassing puddles upon the stylist's chair." She said dispassionately, but Azria could see the building lust in her eyes, the demoness was rather sure that despite all her complaints and protests, her mistress enjoyed the need for sexual satisfaction a good baker's dozen times a day or so.
The demoness bowed her head, extending her long, forked tongue, "Ah, but my lady, the appointment is not for another hour and fifteen minutes."
Ellie sighed, but licked her lips with subconscious, but perverse glee, "Well that gives us enough time to go over my lessons in some detail."
The demoness's eye glowed a soft purple in the darkness of the tinted limo, "Would Mistress prefer instruction as I am, or shall I use one of my toys to properly simulate a male?"
The elf yanked Azria over to her by the lapels of her coat into a needy, breathless kiss, "No toys. I need my lessons NOW." She half-growled.
The demoness bowed, a wave of her hand loosening the few remaining buttons upon her mistress's shirt, allowing her tongue to trace down between the two large, cursed orbs.
"As my mistress wishes." She purred as Ellie let out a contented sigh. |
(MtF TF not-right Manticore, FtM TF not-right cockatrice)
Othellow was a good looking fellow with a good head on his shoulders. He was smart enough at least to know how smart he is not- the same could not be said for his friends. Sandra and Ken were one of those couples who everyone assumed had been dating for years, before they were actually dating. They had been friends with Othellow for some time as well. When Othellow started training as an apprentice sorcerer, Ken and Sandra were excited to have a magical friend, and starting asking him favors often. Othellow did not mind normally- doing them favors with his magic was good practice and helped his studies stick in his head better. Now though, they asked of him something he doesn't know how to do. Sandra wanted to try something wild in bed, and she and Ken have fantasies about mythical creatures. They immediately went to Othellow with their idea begging him to help them out, but he had never used a transformation spell before! Not to mention none of the books he currently had access to even had spells for mythical creatures! They do not exist in reality normally, so to make one you have to create a custom rune. He was still learning pre-existing runes, never mind making custom ones!
He stood nervously in the doorway with a stack of large books in his hands. Since he was carrying the books, he had to try and blow a stray hair off his face. "So... you two are sure you want me to try this? This is really advanced stuff here and I only started my ma-"
Ken pat him on the shoulder and practically shoved him inside the house. "It is fine! We have seen what you can do so far, you are good at this stuff! Just do your best."
They set out large sheets of paper onto the floor of their living room. The plan was to transform in the living room then head to the bedroom down the hall while Othellow just hangs out, then they return to be turned back. He needed a lot of paper sheets. Normally a transformation runic circle was fairly easy, except these were creatures that did not exist. Ken kept assuring him it would not be that complicated.
"Okay, so you want to be a... striped manticore?"
"Yup, just a vanilla manticore but with stripes all over. Underrated mythical creature, in my opinion."
Sandra smiled at him from the couch. "Just be careful with the stinger."
Othellow rolled his eyes. Oh sure, a simple manticore- a creature that doesn't even exist normally, and you want to turn yourself into one. Human head, so at least he did not need to make any alterations there. But then lion mane and body, scorpion tail, and he wanted stripes. Manticore are usually depicted with bat wings on their backs as well, but Ken did not care about that part- he wasn't transforming to fly anywhere. So that meant Othellow needed to make three different animal transformations, but also amend the normal runic circle by linking them to others so that only part of each transformation was applied to specific body parts. Otherwise it would just try to mash all three together and it was anyone's guess which traits surfaced over others. He activated the tail first, since it was the least involved.
Ken smiled and lowered his pants in the back as he felt the muscles in his lower back squirm. The muscles gathered and expanded, dividing into new groups that pushed the skin out forming a plump tube that quickly grew. It looked rather deformed at first, because the bone did not extend from his spine at all, so it was nothing but muscle and skin- so the shape of the tail was undulating violently as the muscle squirmed and grew. Ken was already whipping the tail back and forth as he admired it over his shoulder. When it had gotten quite big already, it started to bloat up in specific areas, causing the skin to tighten. Keratin bled into his flesh causing it to solidify as it tightened, turning red, then bruise purple, and finally glossy black! The density of the chitin carapace forming around the tail caused it to section itself off, making it segmented so that it could still move around freely in spite of the solid armor encasing it. It became massive, as long as the entire rest of his body at least before the end started to swell up, developing venom glands. The bulbous end was as big as his head when it grew a hard ridge that grew straight off the end, curving outward to form the poison stinger! The chitin trailed up his back a little bit but not too far, just to act as a proper transition. The tail had an exoskeleton but the rest of his body still had a normal skeleton, so the two needed to overlap at least slightly in order to properly connect.
It was a good thing the couch and table had been shoved over against the walls to make room for the transformations, because when Ken swung his tail around it was fast enough that Othellow and Sandra could hear the whoosh! He was surprised how powerful it was- it was almost effortless to move around! The deadly tail worked mostly on hydraulic pressure rather than traditional muscle tension. This meant there wasn't really any normal muscle strain from overexerting it- one of the reasons insects are so strong; they do not get tired the same way we do. Smiling at the new feature, Ken was quick to tell Othellow to keep going. Okay, well lion was next. Othellow activated the next set of runes.
Ken felt the spell inside of him as subtle movement and pressure from growth in his body, from the bottom up. Because the change wasn't supposed to affect his head at all, the magic got weaker the further up it went. A few small sand colored spots appeared on his lower tail- this was the lion tail trying to form, but being too small of a percentage to be able to compete with the enormous tail that was already there. Ken felt an odd tightening in his taint up into both his shaft and prostate, causing a gentle tingle of pleasure and forcing him erect for some reason. Once his feet started to change he needed to get off them anyway- and shifting down onto all fours gave the crotch of his pants a bit more slack to allow the erection. His pants would at some point be destroyed- a lion is larger than a human, but keeping them on as long as possible preserved some modesty, and Sandra wanted to see bursting threads as one of her turn-ons. Ken's arms and legs slid further apart as his feet extended on all fours. As if to catch him, his nails narrowed but became much thicker and longer, arching up, around, and back down to catch on the floor. His now talon like back claws prevented his feet from sliding further back so he had to move his arms forward a bit. Humans were not meant to be on all fours so their limbs are lop sided to begin with, the massive extension of his feet only made this considerably more so. Grey-pink bubbles of flesh formed on the tip and base of each of his toes as they compacted, compressing their overall mass into short, thick digits that always rubbed together. The muscle in the end of each digit parted in the middle causing the talons to curl back into the toe partially- felines have retractable claws to prevent them from dulling against the ground. The only toe to not follow the others still underwent the same process- just not at the same speed. This caused what had formerly been the big toe to migrate upward on the leg, staying closer to where it originally was on the now very long foot, and became a dew claw.
Ken could faintly hear it simply because it came from his own body- the sound of his bones groaning a bit like a tree in the wind. From the bottom up all his bones were increasing in size, and then the muscle around them, and then the skin stretched to accommodate. His hip joins popped loudly enough that everyone could hear it, resetting his leg joints so he could not walk upright- though he could still stand up if he remained in place. He let out a few surprised burps when his stomach shifted, looking like it was swelling out a bit, but actually just shifting proportions. His organs were slightly re-arranging which worked out all trapped air in him- his torso was becoming more barrel shaped. It was not too extreme as felines still have a dip in their stomach area, just not as much as a human. More embarrassingly, his pleasure started to spike sharper, causing him to unintentionally thrust forward a few times. His dick was popped out over his very tight fit pants as the seams started to pop open and rip wider. Induced orgasm wasn't supposed to be part of the change. Trying to resist the pleasure so he didn't blow before he was in Sandra, his tail went rigid and made the first large tear in his pants- ripping the back down over his ass from the base of the tail. Unable to fight it, he started to shoot ropes of cum onto the floor under him and when his legs bowed his much larger thighs burst the legs. Once the rips were made, any little movement he made tore them wider till they just sloughed off. He came for longer than he would even normally orgasm for, and when he looked down at his genitals Ken was shocked! They still looked perfectly human, except his balls and penis were smaller! It was still erect; the shrinking wasn't from returning soft, it was actually smaller in size. The bursts of cum were so large you could actually hear them thud against floor as they landed! The pleasure was still throbbing inside of him, trying to force another orgasm!
"Othellow, wha- hah.... what is going on with my junk? Why is it shrinking?!"
Othellow double checked the runes, leaning over Ken a bit to look, then checked them with the tome in his hand. "It is just part of the transformation, I assume. I don't know why it would cause you pleasure, but a lion does have very small genitals compared to its overall body mass. Actually, if you compare genital mass to overall mass- human has some of the biggest in the world."
One of Ken's legs buckled entirely putting him down on one knee as his dick started to bob violently and flick thick ropes of cum again only a half minute after the first orgasm! It shrank again just as quickly as the first orgasm caused, making his balls no larger than grapes and his penis was so underdeveloped now that the foreskin could no longer peel itself back even though he was still erect! The rest of the transformation started to taper off at his chest, his ribs popping lightly to give his chest a more barrel shape, which shoved his arms more to his sides. Six dots of red-pink skin appeared down his torso, and stiffened into hard, nub nipples! Ken was red-faced as he yelled out again in breathless pleasure and this time flopped entirely onto his side as his penis erupted again! It shrank more and more, and this time his orgasm lasted even longer as if it knew this was its last hurrah. It was like his body was converting his gender into hot while goo and rejecting it all over the floor!
Sandra did not look amused over on the couch. "Uh, that is definitely not part of the transformation Othellow- his dick isn't changing shape its just getting smaller!"
His diminishing balls popped back into his torso, leaving the bunched up remnants of the scrotum to pull out length wise and transform into labia- an opening pulling open in the middle to reveal a vaginal passage! The now tiny nub of a penis devolved till it was only the glans and what remained of the foreskin which turned into a clit and its hood! Ken was now a woman! The transformation stopped there. All three were confused- though Ken too breathless and stunned at the new feelings in his crotch to say anything about it. Not only did he lack a lions mane, his arms were totally human still, and he turned into a female! The forced orgasms was his balls and prostate getting rid of the remaining material they no longer needed or had room for as they shrank!
Othellow furrowed his brow at the runes in the book. "Wait... there was another rune for mane that I did not use..."
Sandra crossed her arms. "And why the hell didn't you?"
"W-well because male lions already have manes, so it seemed redundant. There did not seem to be an individual rune for gender so I thought it would just transform him into whatever gender he already was. I... I think what it means is the mane rune is male lion, because females do not have manes. But, that is an incredibly obtuse way of labeling them. Who calls animal genders by their traits? You don't call mares and stallions; dick and vagina horses- that would be idiotic."
"And his arms?"
"That was just me cutting it off too early, because I wanted to make sure his head would not turn- I just cut it a bit too early. I told you I have never done a transformation spell before! And I can't visually see how far it goes without doing it first."
Ken groaned and slowly rolled back onto all fours to pull herself off the floor. "Y-you can just... turn me back... and try again, right?" Her voice just naturally sounded a bit more breathy now- her balls converting took the bassy pitch out of her voice.
Othellow looked a bit nervous, glancing to Sandra then back to Ken. "Well, yes and no. I obviously can turn you back whenever, but a counter spell is still a SPELL. It takes mana to cast. So to transform you, undo it, and transform you again I would then have used three times the amount of power to do you alone. I may not have enough mana to transform Sandra then afterwards- or enough mana to turn either of you back until the ambient mana re-saturates."
Sandra sighed. "We will have to work around it then."
Ken looked at her confused. "I have no penis!"
"We could try tribbing... though that probably wouldn't work well with a lioness pussy. Hmm, felines also have induced ovulation rather than cyclical so you might have trouble getting back into the mood. We can just toss in more transformations to make up for it. Small additional traits still takes a hell of a lot less mana than erasing everything and starting over from scratch." She hummed in thought for a moment then motioned to Othellow's tome. "Since you botched the arms, why not give him bat wings after all?"
Othellow shrugged and flipped to a bat rune and activated it. Immediately Ken's skin on her arms started to turn to a grey-pink and then black entirely. Though his shirt may still stretch to fit, Othellow had to go against Sandra's wishes and told Ken to remove the top. Wings are a bit too delicate and if they get caught in the fabric while still forming she might break something. The skin seemed to become softer and more loose, and she shuffled her weight around to bend and flex her fingers from an odd sensation and noticed that as soon as she did, her skin stuck! The skin between her fingers stuck together, and then stretched as if it were made of some sort of goo! Her fingers started to stretch quickly, becoming extremely long and narrow, dragging the stretched skin out between them. The skin stretched between was not very thick so you could partially see the light through it whenever she lifted one up a bit- and you could see thousands of veins webbing the entire inside. The feeling was too bizarre for her to also hold herself up with them and she shakily got up and squat on her feline back legs, managing to balance upright. She hugged her arms to her body for a moment tensing the muscle in them almost as if to try and override the feeling of the changes, but when she went to pull her arms away there was a bit of resistance- the skin fused and stretched again! There was now skin flaps from her pinky finger and outer arm fused down either side of her torso!
Her nostrils started to dilate, enlarging as the end of her nose became wider and the black skin tone started to overtake her head as well! Othellow was about to cancel the spell to prevent her head from turning but realized that would also stop her wings from fully developing which may be just as bad. The pinky fingers became the longest, and while they enlarged by a lot, they still looked incredibly thin compared to how extremely long they became. Then the ring and middle finger became quite long as well but not as long. Her thumb and index remained the same, except her nails developed into claws. Her arms gained a bit of length in the process as well, which would let her walk on all fours a bit better. Fur developed on the back of the wing only and its frame, covering the remnant of the arm and hand. It blended with the lion fur however, so while the wing itself was black, the fur faded to dark brown on the shoulders and upper back, then base brown, sandy, and finally pale sandy yellow on the rump and back legs- with the pitch black scorpion tail behind that. The end of her nose became large and upturned, almost looking like a pig nose, though it had a bit of a point on the tip. Her four canine teeth grew out into large fangs, and her ears became pointed and grew large and long- forming into large tear drop shaped ears. As soon as Othellow seen the wings were formed he stopped the spell, so the rest of her face and head remained human.
Sandra nodded. "Wow, the nose is actually super cute~! Oh my God. Must. Boop!" She dart over to the bewildered Ken and touched her nose to Ken's. "How important is the mane though? You still don't have one."
Ken looked quite dissapointed. "I mean, what is a king without a crown?"
Sandra then looked to Othellow. "Why don't you just overlap with the male lion? It might make him a hermaphrodite but, I mean we can work around that, right?"
Othellow shook his head and explained that it would not work at all. You cannot layer the same spell- any lion traits now that the first spell finished would be ignored. The spots on her scorpion tail gave Othellow another idea though. Traits blend, so if he gave Ken the neck of a creature that has very fluffy fur, it will absorb some lion traits and bring the mane out. It wouldn't be a fully normal lion mane, but it would still be a mane. Ken felt a pressure on her spine and her neck let out a very hollow sounding pop and got a bit longer. She was about to ask what Othellow used but was caught off guard by another pop, and then another! Her neck was getting longer, fast! The dark brown fur started to grow up the lengthening throat and his own human hair took its coloration- but like the neck itself, the fur was growing fast and becoming much longer than anywhere else. It grew in slightly wavy which only helped make it even more voluminous. Both Sandra and Ken watched in awe as the gigantic mane formed, becoming so round and bushy that it looked like her head was partially submerged onto the top of a giant sphere! The fur then advanced onto her face and her jaws started to click and crack. Her skull was changing shape now, and her face stretching out! The fur that consumed her face specifically was ultra fine and sand colored- the mane of long dark brown hair stopped where her hair line stopped normally. She groaned as the teeth on her lower jaw started to angle outward oddly and grow much larger than the rest, forming almost a shovel out of her lower jaw! It made it look like she had severe under-bite! Her fangs receded back into her mouth a bit as the jaw extended, but remained the same otherwise. Othellow stopped the change now that the mane was fully formed. Sandra could tell by the shape of the lower jaw that the species Othellow used is a llama! Its naturally bushy wool blended with lion traits to give him a mane, but its neck is also incredibly long, which made the mane even larger!
Before Ken could fully try to examine herself, another change hit her! Sandra whispered into Othellow's ear to use a mare transformation! Mares go into heat unlike lions, letting arousal override some of Ken's uncertainty. They also had bigger pussies which Sandra would take advantage of later. The labia swelled up thicker and turned black, trailing up to the anus which also turned black on the outside and swelled up massively into a tight projected ring of plush skin. The thick, rubbery flesh of the labia parted on their own showing the wet pink innards as Ken's clit swelled titanically, stiffening into a solid knot of sensitive flesh. Vaguely heart shaped and as big as a ping-pong ball, it popped the pussy open from the inside to act as a beckoning finger, drawing in potential lovers. The outer labia was matte black, but the clit was grey-pink, and the entire inside was still pink. As a not unwanted side effect, the final pair of nipples in Ken's crotch swelled larger and fatter and two bubbles of matte black skin jiggled into existence under them. They had partially converted into horse udders- though remained very tiny because they were equalized with lion traits.
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Ken shakily made her way over to the couch to rest and Sandra walked to the middle of the room. "Well, I was going to go with a sort of demoness but obviously we have to make a few tweaks... like, my gender."
Othellow cocked an eyebrow. "Oh, so your solution to Ken turning female is to turn you male. Alright..."
"I mean, I want to keep as many female features as I can but... I am going to need to be male where it counts."
Othellow worked in the new runes while reviewing the others. "You say demoness but, these features sound more like-"
"A cockatrice, yea."
"I don't think I can get the spade tip on the tail... there is no creature with that feature to pull it from." As he looked at Sandra and she motioned over her shoulder with her thumb to Ken. "Oh... yes, I suppose a scorpion stinger is vaguely spade shaped. I would need to start from the tip inward and stop the transformation quite early for it to work. It is a bit risky without turning your skin partially chitinous. I will try. And, for the genitals? Human, or...?"
"Hor- wait, d-doooog, no both! Hmm, or I could go exotic with... well, let me just see your tome, what animals do you have to work with? Lets make an original blend."
One thing both transformations had in common was a very large tail- a shared fetish that neither was able to fully indulge in without Othellow's help. Sandra had a giddy smile on her face as she felt her tail bone extending out. The new vertebrae started small and soft, and hardened as they grew to better match the ones behind them. Unlike Ken, she did not make any effort to try and pull it out over her clothing and instead directed it forward, so it slid between panties and her butt crack. She felt her skin tense on its own down her legs, getting stronger as it went down! She shifted her weight up onto the front of her feet on her own, anticipating how the change will progress based on Ken. Her skin stiffened and changed color, turning grayish and then to almost but not quite black. Her foot started to grow much longer and more narrow as the bones in her soles fused into a canon bone. Her socks were pulled forward, covering less and less of the foot as it changed. The front of her foot almost looked like it was folding in on itself, and caused her to teeter and fall back on her ass in spite of her being at least somewhat prepared. The impact shoved her growing tail further forward, unintentionally grinding it against her own pussy, since it was forced to follow the curve of her panties. Sandra's biggest and smallest toes equalized and the nails quickly expanded into triangular blocks to become dew claws. The other three toes fused into a single clump and grew a single spade shaped hoof. This was actually hybridized from two animals already on its own, because the dew claws were from an animal with cloven hooves, but she had three hoof segments not four- there is no animal with just three. The hoof forming off the front cut the end of the sock open like a knife- without having ever stood on the hoof yet, its edges were actually quite sharp. Now the remains of her socks looked more like tiny, undersized leg warmers. As her skin stiffened further, it seemed to grow longer and build into folds toward the hoof. The skin on her leg became banded similar to a bird, but the bands became larger and more pronounced toward the bottom. This was actually overlap from another change that was yet to start yet.
Rather than let it grow past her underpants, Sandra curled the end of her growing tail into herself and dug into her own pussy. Because of this, she could feel the passage shrinking as her gender started to invert. She started thinking of all the boy meat that could be in her, but then started to think of what being with other women would be like, and finally most of her thoughts on women. Her clit swelled into a plump orb before stretching forward, becoming a little stiff tube. Thicker veins started to swell out from its base, and then it started to grow up and out at a faster, more rhythmic pace. Because her tail was growing thicker and pulling her panties down a bit from lack of room, her clit could freely grow out over the top of it uninterrupted. Her tail was both growing much bigger and what had already fit into her was being forced back out by her vagina shrinking! Her panties got stretched immensely over the curvature before snapping suddenly. Her tail flipped out under her skirt and thudded against the floor- catapulting the remains of her panties across the room in the process. Sandra was about to grab onto her mutating clit but noticed her arms and stopped to look them over. They were undergoing a similar change to her legs. The skin stiffened and darkened, becoming banded scales which also had the side effect of making her arms seem much bonier than they were. Her fingernails narrowed but then grew up and out, arching around into increasingly long points. Unlike her legs, her hands were not devolving into hooves, and the skin did not bulk up toward the end. Her hands were not reshaping into bird feet either- the features of a bird's feet were being applied to her human arms; so she would still have thumbs. Sandra made everyone else cringe from the sound of her dragging her talons on the floor. She crawled up off her rump and onto all four limbs. Her tail was almost as long as she is now and still growing. The skin was darkening like her limbs, but remained smooth human flesh in feel.
Her clit wobbled around in the open air under her skirt as it continued to grow and mutate. The fat veins grew faster than the clit itself, making it look heavily ribbed before it grew to more proper proportions after being fed with more blood. The nerves bunched mostly toward the end as it expanded and stretched to take on the shape of human glans, but then stretch further. Once it became long enough to shove the skirt out of the way and grow past, it seemed to collapse partially in on itself for a moment before lurching back forward an continuing onward. The collapse pooled skin at the middle point and base, forming a medial ring and helping turn what was left of her former clitoral hood into a furless sheath. The skin of the new born sheath bulked up tremendously, forming many thick folds of rubbery skin, and then continued backward as her labia fused together- now that the passage they bordered no longer existed. The huge folds of skin suddenly yanked taught as two spheres ejected from her pelvic floor and got caught in the scrotum. Now Sandra would officially be male. The waist of his skirt started to make strained sounds as his tail continued to expand massively, becoming too thick at the base for the skirt to handle. Sandra tensed a bit and pulled his shoulders back at the feeling of thousands of quills erupting from the skin of his upper arms and shoulders. The quills all quickly burst open into black bristles, forming large plumes of black feathers on his shoulders and upper arms only.
Sandra felt a warmth in his breasts and then a gentle pressure which caused an ambient pleasure in them as it tickled past all his pleasure nerves. His breasts started to gently swell outward, fattening up considerably. His areola widened a bit and the skin darkened to almost black to match his limbs. The areola then started to puff up, becoming shallow hills of their own as his nipples stretched thicker and then were pushed rock-hard erect and stretched longer too. As they wobbled entirely from their own growth and swelled heavier and fatter, Sandra's boobs started to push on his arms. He tried to spread them but realized the shift in his shoulder joints would not allow it!
"Uh oh..." Sandra looked to Othellow. "I can't move my shoulders around, my boobs are growing into my front legs!"
"You want me to stop their growth?"
"N-no, can't you.... uh... wait, spread the equine changes further up. Try not to give me fur though."
"Equine..? Okay, if you say so."
Othellow did as Sandra wanted, though did not see how that would help. Sandra felt all his muscles tighten and then flex on their own, swelling larger, causing him to groan in pleasure from the feeling. He was nervous though- he only really wanted one part of this change so they would need to cut it off as soon as it happened. Sandra's upper back muscles swelled larger and tighter, and the plume of feathers was stretched wider at his shoulders. His pectoral muscles then swelled and the growth surged into his neck. His neck popped several times as he groaned. It was getting longer but also a lot more muscular and veiny as well! His shirt tore at the seams for the sleeves first, then the collar as his neck became giant. It arched back and suddenly his breasts popped forward! A horses pectoral muscles are almost entirely in front of its legs instead of between- and human breasts sit on top of the pectoral muscles; move the muscles and you move the breasts on top as well! The torn remains of his shirt finally exploded the rest of the way off. He quickly told Othellow to cut it off there. Sandra could feel his heart beat in the swollen veins on his muscular neck. That change was not supposed to be there, but it let him keep the large tits he wanted without incapacitating his front legs. He was supposed to have full range of movement with his front legs too, but that change was already in place, so there was nothing they could do about that. The bottom curve of the breasts were still pressed into his upper arms but not enough to hinder them. They formed tear drop shapes that trailed up into the base of his now very huge neck. His chest was a bit more barrel shaped now too as a side effect.
Meanwhile, his tail is yet to even slow down in growth- though it had greatly slowed down in lengthening. It was now so tremendously thick at the base that there was a cone-shaped hill up half his spine leading into the tail in order to support its girth. There was ridges forming down its length on the back that stiffened into scales, but the rest of it remained untouched by them- they only grew in two rows. Her mutant clit was now gigantic and almost perfectly penile. The skirt finally snapped all the way off thanks to the tail, and as soon as the weight of the fabric on the front was removed his growing dick sprang up and slapped his underside! It looked almost perfectly equine at first- the near black skin of his tail and legs bled onto the scrotum and sheath but the shaft itself turned neon pink- just a deeper tone of his normal skin. The depression around the projected urethra however started to close in on it, and the urethra started to stretch further out. This created a small spike- like ridge on the glans, similar to a canine phallus. The bumps on the corona started to stiffen further and stretch out, taking on a pointier shape themselves, becoming rubbery barbs, taking traits from a snake penis! Sandra started to moan again and bowed his back legs to thrust forward a bit.
His dick was wobbling back and forth with his pulse, strongly enough that the wide, flared glans bounced off his underside repeatedly. The base of his dick started to swell enormously, causing it to look slightly malformed. He felt a swelling in his lower gut, and then a pressure. Then a slight, nauseating pain that made him scrunch up his face, bracing against it. Before the pain started to sharpen, the pressure forced the growth down very quickly and two more testicles erupted into his scrotum, just behind the two that were already there! By now Ken was no longer so distracted in exploring her own body and was watching these changes intimately. Both sets of balls swelled massively, becoming quite heavy, large horse nuts. The tubes linking them back into the torso also grew, creating fat bulges at the top of the scrotum as well, since there was twice as many as it was meant to normally hold. The base of the shaft was stretching wider but only up and down, and only the first half of the shaft, making it look badly mutated, but Sandra planned this change. A ridge started to form down the sides of the shaft as it continued to pull wider, and the ridge deepened. In a wet sticking sound, the ridge finally went all the way through and the base of his cock yanked in half! He spawned a second cock- only half the length of the first one! The dipped head and pointed urethra immediately gave its form away as a canine based dick! As it tensed automatically, twitching with pleasure, it banged against the mostly horse dick above it rubbing hot, tight, rubbery flesh together. A gigantic bulge started to form in the loose folds of the sheath and both dicks slowly started to stretch longer, though their size remained the same. The canine dick on the bottom started to develop what at fist looked like goosebumps, but erected into a stripe of tiny soft barbs- traits from a feline penis, but arranged only on the outer facing side. Both dicks lurched forward suddenly as the growing pressure in the sheath finally let loose, and both dicks bounced off one another and his underside! Two massive knots popped out of the sheath, forcing both dicks to full stiffness and locking them there. Both canine and equine based dicks ended in knots, and both were just as big- about the size of half a softball on either side of the dick! The equine phallus was meant to take the anus, while the canine filled the pussy.
Sandra felt the last of his changes taking place, his jaw clicked as his face started to push out, but then he seen strands of his hair falling away! "H-hey! I wasn't supposed to lose my hair, dammit! Anthro lizard!"
Othellow groaned. "Sorry. I tried. I think because the horse features advanced up your neck so far, it caused the reptile features to bleed further back than intended to meet them- and the reptile traits don't go well with body hair."
Sandra groaned and then glanced back at his tail, narrowing his eyes. His face started to pull away as his skull lengthened. He looked at the ridges down the tail... those were not supposed to be there. Why did they only form in two rows? Those were not scales. Those are scutes!
"Wait, whaur... wur... lrzrd hssss yur yusssss?" His voice distorted as his face rapidly got longer and his lips stiffened.
"You wanted something with a strong tail, and doing snake would risk your limbs becoming reduced, so, crocodile."
Ken looked at him surprised. "She meant a normal lizard like face!"
Othellow furrowed his brows and shrugged his hands outward. "'Normal' lizard? Normal for what lizard? If you wanted a specific one you should have said something, I am not psychic!"
Sandra meant something more along the lines of a Gila monster- a shorter, rounded muzzle better suited for an anthro reptile. Not the several foot long face of a croc! Then again, there was already quite a few things in both their transformations that did not quite match up with their vision. One was supposed to be a manticore and the other a bipedal, humanoid cockatrice, but Othellow wasn't sure he would use either term to describe these forms.
Sandra's face kept cracking and snapping as his teeth enlarged and sharpened and his skull stretched longer, and longer. His lips were stiffened flesh now no longer suited for human speech. His skull stretched longer and longer. He hissed and made deep roar-like growls, sounding much angrier and savage than he intended to. That was just what any of the sounds he tried to make came out as now. Like his limbs, the flesh of his face and then head turned near-black, and then traveled down his neck fading to normal skin tone halfway down. His torso remained normal human toned flesh, but because of their increased size, there was more matte black on him than normal tone. At least the massive neck better suited the crocodile face. Because of how his back bulged out to meet it, his tail was actually wider at its base than his actual torso, and the tail itself was twice as long as his entire body. Aside from the scutes on the back of it, it at least turned out as desired. Sandra curled it around and pressed the tip in on his butt, pressing in toward the prostate to pleasure himself as he made his way over to Ken.
Since it was twice as long, the mostly equine phallus went in first- though it took some gentle back and forth to get it all the way in, because the transformation had already locked it into full flare and generally it is supposed to already be inside when it flares. The barbs were stiff, but still only flesh and blood so they bend pretty easily, dragging gently on the walls of Ken's vaginal passage. They were angled downward so they went in a lot easier than they can be taken out. The colon is larger by default, so it got the larger dick, once it was half inside the canine dick touched Ken's equine lips and pressed in. Because they mounted in the doggy style position like most beasts would, the tiny but numerous barbs of the lower dick's cat traits dragged along the opening directly by the clit. They were a slight texture going in, but gripped and pulled gently on the outward thrusts. The sensations of the inner vagina are a lot more generic than the outside, so you could be rougher without hurting, so by the time the barbs dug in there was no risk of being too much. Sandra ended up nipping Ken's neck to hold himself steadier as he thrust, because his front talons were extremely sharp and he was less likely to accidentally lacerate her with his teeth than he was his talons. They humped away happily like this for a while, savoring the moment as Sandra just teased her holes with his double knot. When things heated up he finally popped them all the way inside and locked their hips together, forcing his thrusts to become quick and shallow since he could not pull his hips back without taking hers with it. The two passages ran so close together that when one runs out of space it just presses into the other to steal some of its space, but Sandra had two dicks, so both passages were fully occupied at the same time. The knots took up so much space that when he shoved in fully, Ken's massive mare clit popped out in pleasure and then got trapped! The knot stole the space it needed to pop back into place, trapping the clit! Because it was stuck exposed, Sandra's balls gently slapped against it every time he thrust in, and he had four so each swing was two impacts; one immediately after the other. Sandra slid his titanic tail under them, pressing it into all of Ken's nipples on the way up and basically formed a mattress for them of super thick tail meat, and then slid into Ken's mouth as a playful gag. Ken gently sucked on the end of the tail and moved her own scorpion tail around, twisting it around the base of Sandra's tail in a kind of embrace and then wedged the large bulb of the stinger against his butt to put pressure on his prostate- careful not to accidentally prick him with the stinger. A scorpion stinger actually arcs outward, not inward, so the stinger curved away from his taint in this position rather than curving into it.
Othellow was just watching television in the living room, trying his best to drown out the hisses and grunts from the other room. He would really rather head home already, but without him there the couple would be unable to revert to human afterwards. He sighed to himself, trying to think on the brighter side. Their forms were a bit messed up, but still worked well enough that they were able to get it on quickly afterward, and it sounded like they were having plenty of fun still with their mismatched forms. So this still turned out better than the children's party he was made to help with before this. Or the Siamese twins who asked him to use his magic to divide them before that. People really needed to stop asking him to do stuff with his magic- he has only been studying it for a month, he can barely pull a rabbit out of a hat. |
Belial: Changes in the Water
Olga walked down the street at a brisk pace. Her employer was adamant about her showing up on time, but they were as liable to complain just as often if she showed up more than a few minutes early. She was not particularly fond of her employment to Madison Rayne, daughter of fashion designer Melody Rayne, but the job paid well and despite the abuse she had to put up with on occasion it was tolerable.
Well... not quite tolerable, but it was worth it. Nor was she paid well on the surface. But Madison adored her mother's clothing and would typically snag something from just about every product line. Madison's public figure was one who wore all her mother's latest clothes and was amongst the most fashionable at Miss Dominia's School for Pure Girls. She even had aspirations to go into modeling her mother's stunningly well-designed garments. In fact she'd been getting alchemical treatments to enhance her natural beauty to all the latest ideals and standards of beauty. She'd gone so far as to get a scalp wash to make sure that her hair grew the latest luscious shade naturally, on top of having it alchemically re-tinted every time there was a shift in the popularity.
Olga had seen the bills, and odds were her employer spent more on regrowing and regenerating her hair to be absolutely certain it could be cut in the current styles and trends than she spent on her maidservant. Though she rather prided herself on knowing that in private Madison was anything but wanting to strut around in the latest styles and fashions. She had a few articles of clothing that she wore repeatedly, and when they wore out Olga was tasked with taking them to a tailor to have new ones made that were essentially identical to the old ones. Perhaps colors and patterns of the fabric changed, but not the garments themselves. When some of her public clothes went out of fashion Madison would task her with getting rid of them. But rather than merely throw them away, Olga would sell them. There were several stores around town that paid her quite handsomely for Melody Rayne originals, even seasons if not years out of fashion. Styles had a tendency to come back around, and it took time for styles to move through the towns.
Of course even that wasn't quite enough. Olga had dreams of her own, of a life free from Madison, from the Rayne family, and from all the rather unpleasant personalities in the circles she was essentially forced into entering due to her employment with Madi. She needed a rather substantial nest egg before she could accomplish her dreams, as Olga was not one who was prone to leaving things to chance.
She found herself blushing a bit as she thought of her other source of income; Edna Brogan, one of Madison's friends. She wasn't sure how Edna had noticed or managed to convince Olga of it, but somehow the short, busty young woman had managed to discover that getting pushed around in just the right way was a huge turn on for her. Olga's blush deepened as she thought of the depraved, sexual things that Edna had her perform. Edna had been making hints about loaning Olga out to other girls, and Olga found herself really turned on by the idea.
She was, in one sense, rather embarrassed about her fetishes and sexuality, but in another she was rather proud of them. They were unique things that made her an individual and once she could break from the rather restrictive social circle that being Madison's maid servant forced her in to, Olga saw herself as being much more open about things.
Being an escort wasn't quite what she had in mind for herself, but to be honest it was a step up in being well treated and respected from being Madi Rayne's maid. To be honest Olga felt rather like Edna was pretty much just using her because it amused the young woman. She knew that she was essentially being treated as a walking sex toy, and that Edna would lose interest eventually. Olga didn't mind though, she was going to enjoy the experience for as long as she could. After all, Edna's 'commands' and 'torments' would occasionally make her day with Madison more interesting. Hell, Olga had found herself starting to get off a little bit to Madi's occasional verbal abuse.
Her gaze darted to movement coming out of an alley across the street and Olga found herself doing her best not to stare. The young woman was bare to the waist, and to be honest the skirt she was wearing wasn't covering very much. She was blushing deeply and her loose, brown hair covered her face, likely hiding a shamed look and a blush.
She walked slowly and awkwardly, essentially waddling as she was unfamiliar with a more comfortable way to walk with the absolutely massive pair of balls that hung between her legs, reaching down almost to her ankles and barely avoided the ground. While not to such a huge degree, she was also incredibly well busted and sported not two, but three large breasts that she was having some difficulties in covering up and keeping under control with just two arms.
Olga felt rather sorry for the poor girl, likely recently transformed and considering the area, she might even have just been kicked out of her home by purity-obsessed parents. Olga wished she had the time to help out the young woman, but judging from the look of her, she seemed to be almost glaring at the maid, she didn't seem to want any help. Or if she did it wasn't with her new transformations, but rather a potential partner to help her deal with the overactive sex drive that resulted from having half your bodyweight being comprised of testicles.
The maid sighed and turned away, heading towards the front gate to Madi's house when she heard a rather loud, wet, squelching sound. She winced as it repeated a few moments later. She successfully fought the urge to turn around and look. It hadn't looked like the young woman had sported a cock, but from the sound of things those huge balls of hers had just started pumping out a rather large load.
Olga unlocked the gate and ducked inside. She was rather familiar with all sorts of knowledge regarding transformed individuals. Madison had instructed her specifically to keep up on the matter, just in case bodily alterations became mainstream in this section of the world.
Of course they were all the rage in Freya's Realm, but Madison insisted that having one of the Great Demons in permanent residence as well as a populous that fully embraced demons and avatars as a part of everyday life resulted in "crazy waves" that "travelled through the air from wherever Freya was" and "broke down the barriers of common sense, good taste, beauty, and the urge to do just about anything with your life aside from being a walking sex organ" and created some sort of TF-centric mass hysteria. Olga avoided the publications from the Realm for the most part. That sort of thing was most definitely not for everyone and unless the "crazy waves" started taking root in the Five Valleys, such things were most definitely not going to catch on.
Olga had begun to notice that there were some trends in Transformed fashion and the culture that seemed to be springing up around it that seemed to influence the Five Valleys' fashions. She'd also taken note of several Transformed body types that seemed relatively common that had unique clothing needs that weren't being catered to. It was her hope to eventually start up her own clothing business focused on making products to help Transformed individuals. Like some sort of harness for the poor girl she'd seen outside so that she could walk more comfortably, without her balls smacking against her legs with every step. Or making some stylish swimwear for multi-breasted women or...
Olga found herself blushing again. She'd kind of stumbled onto another embarrassing fetish while going about her assigned work of reading through the Transformed catalogs and magazines and such. After all such a thing wasn't right for a Pure Girl to do! She'd already known that she preferred women over men, but just adding a cock and balls to a girl was enough to make her go weak in the knees. She might want to experience it herself one day, a temporary thing, just to satisfy her curiosity of what it felt like. Just something small, normal, average. Just your typical piece of male anatomy in front of what she'd been born with. Not to keep! She cemented this fact and outlined it in bright lights in her mind, just to feel what it was like. Just a little alteration. Just so she could get hands-on experience of what a dickgirl needed in the clothing department that wouldn't be fulfilled by normal clothes.
She was about to reach for the front door when it burst open of its own accord and Olga found herself nearly shoved off balance by the hurried pushing of a mop, bucket, and several other things into her arms.
"Go get some water from the hose and clean that mess on the street!" Madison said with her face just about as bright red as Olga's, but more from rage rather than embarrassment. Probably.
"Da, Miss Madi," Olga muttered softly in her accented voice.
"What have I told you?" Madison said with a scowl, her anger coming to focus on her maid.
"Err... am meaning 'Yes,' Miss Madi," Olga said with a wince. Madison had recently gotten a bee in her bonnet about the way Olga spoke. She was not only Madi's maid, but also her cook and handmaiden. Despite her mother's wealth, Madison was given a relatively small stipend and the use of a comparatively small manor house so that she could attend Miss Dominia's School for Pure Girls while her mother travelled to oversee fashion shows and the like. Despite her other failings, Olga rather admired Madi's thriftiness and financial sense. Her own money had been invested in a way that had mirrored her employer's, and it was working quite well. Just a few more years and she could start the business of her dreams. It was worth putting up with Madison's abrasive personality.
"And the scrub brush!" Madison added, tossing it into the bucket. "And pour bleach on it! And ammonia! And whatever else we have! But make sure it doesn't mar the sidewalk. It's right outside my bedroom window, you know. So gross! Ugh, just walking around in the street like that, tits free to the wind, balls hanging out. Scandalous!"
Olga merely nodded and tried to better arrange the collection of cleaning supplies. She began to walk into the house to do so and get some gloves, when Madison clamped her hands on her shoulders and spun her around. The taller, athletic woman could have a painful grip when she wanted to and it made the maid wince.
"No, seriously, I need this done like right now! Just use what I gave you and come back for some more later. Quick! Before it sinks in and stains the concrete! Or someone important comes walking down the street and drags her dress in the mess!" Madison said in her usual brusque, overly loud manner.
"Yuck! Breasts hanging out, balls everywhere! No shoes and nothing but a skirt! That's like so hideous! If I looked like that I wouldn't be caught dead out in public. Seriously? One article of clothing, just one?! Well, two if you include that sock. But still! It's a crime against nature walking around like near nude! It's like Mom says, don't display; that makes you look desperate. Accentuate! Draw attention to it! But don't have the damned things hanging out and flopping for everyone to see!" Madison said with a snort, seemingly more grossed out by the woman's lack of clothing than her looks.
Well, Olga thought, at least that put Madison a good step or two above most of her friends.
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Olga blew her nose before picking up the mop and bucket, trying to get the rather strong scent of the transformed woman's seed out of her sinuses. Despite Madi's fears of staining, a few swipes with the mop had coaxed most of the mess into the gutter. Which if a 'proper' women let her skirts drag in the first place she deserved what she got. She walked back to her mistress' manor house, intent on finishing the task of pouring the caustic chemicals on the pavement, just to center Madi's complaints on the transformed girl and not Olga herself. She opened the front door and had stepped into the hallway when a rather distracted seeming Madison plowed right into her. Olga winced as the bucket of seed-tainted water splashed over the two of them and on the carpet beneath them. The rather expensive carpet lain over the equally expensive marble tiles.
"Olga, like wear a bell or something, geez! Here I am trying to get a snack before Paige and Olive get here so they don't see me stuffing my face and you're..." it took her a moment to realize what exactly had sloshed on her.
"GAH-ROOOOOOOOOSS!" she virtually screamed. "I've got some badly-dressed nudist freakzoid's spunk on me! Gross, gross, gross, gross, GROSS!"
Olga bit her tongue to prevent herself from commenting on nudist and badly-dressed being mutually exclusive terms, Madi was probably thinking of exhibitionist, but correcting her mistress always got her a stern talking to.
"This is like my favorite dress, Olga!" Not quite true, there were others that she wore far more often, but it was Madi's favorite out of the currently in fashion attire. Enough that she actually wore it around in private rather than only when she'd be seen by other people, "We're going to have to wash it, and me, before Paige and Olive get here. Come on!"
The maid barely had time to set the mop and bucket down in a way so they wouldn't spill before Madi grabbed her by the wrist and began virtually dragging the shorter woman to the downstairs bathroom. Madi almost never used it, since she spent most of her time in her rooms upstairs. But she didn't have the time to be picky as she apparently wanted the cum-tainted water off of her immediately.
"So gross!" Madi said with a shudder, letting go of Olga's hand to pluck off a rather large, sticky glob of seed from her dress and toss it in the sink. Olga winced and began to unlace Madi's corset, only to have Madison bend down to look at the extent of the spill on her dress and thus ended up grabbing her breasts.
Madi's fashionably pale skin flushed pink as she stood up and an unpleasant expression on her face. "Did you like forget which of your employers you're working for?" Madi growled, directing a glare at Olga with the aid of the mirror.
Olga winced as if she'd been struck. She'd thought that her... activities with Edna had been kept a secret. Certainly she'd never told Madison about them. "I really don't care what you do on your own time, Olga. But honestly, if you like need money that badly you could have asked me for a loan or something." Madison sighed and shook her head, "Edna is such a little bitch. She brags about what she does to you, you know? She has this really hideous grin on her face every time she can talk to me without anyone else hearing about all the things she does to you."
"Am... am sorry Miss Madi," Olga said softly with a shamed blush.
"Don't be sorry. If it wasn't with you she'd probably be doing the same thing with someone else's maid, or boyfriend, or... girlfriend." Madison looked a bit uncomfortable at saying the word. "The bitch, like, got me drunk one time and got me to tell her that I'd..." She sighed, "There was this girl, Beyrl, at the school, and I... kind of had this crush on her. I wanted to ask her out, but she was expelled from Miss Dominia's for being impure enough to be altered by her lust and... well..." Her blush deepened, "I never really was interested in anyone else. Didn't even want to try it again. In case Miss Dominia's teachings were right and that sort of thing got you changed. But Edna does it all the time, and not just with you, and she just loves tormenting me with all the things the two of you do together and I can't help..." Madi growled again and waved her hand, "Forget it. She's just doing it to try and get you and me to sleep together and then she can lord it over me like forever. But sometimes I just can't help picturing you and me doing the same things, and I know it's a bad idea. Mom always says you don't screw the help because it gives them a sense of entitlement. But sometimes I just can't stop thinking about you and it makes me so... horny sometimes!" she admitted, going almost purple.
"Why the hell did I even say that?!" Madi virtually whimpered, "I'm so turned on right now it almost hurts! But I... we... even if you wanted to... with Paige and Olive coming so soon..."
Olga found herself pitying her mistress, though she would never say so. It was uncomfortable seeing Madison like this, usually she tried to appear as the perfect picture of self control. She found herself weighing the possibilities. She was also more than a little turned on, she'd walked to work a little bit aroused, has gotten more so upon seeing the transformed girl, and now...
What was the worst that could happen? Madison certainly wouldn't fire her. Not when Olga could tell someone at Miss Dominia's about her dalliances and get her expelled and possibly even disowned by her mother who had sent her there in the first place. She might even get a raise to have her duties expanded to tend to Madison's sexual needs as well. She licked her lips and grinned.
"You can be paying same rates as Miss Edna for services, yes?" she virtually purred, throwing all of the sex kitten persona she took on for her other client into the effort.
Madison shivered as Olga touched her breasts again, this time with the caress purely intentional. She grinned at the soft moan that Madison made. "Y-you filthy whore!" Madi whispered, the insult sending a thrill through Olga, "You devious, filthy little whore!" Madi almost giggled. "Of course I'll pay! Because this is, like, business, right? D-don't get it into your head that I love you or anything!"
Olga chuckled, "Of course not. Is just business, Miss Madi." She said, standing on her tiptoes to give her taller mistress a proper kiss on the lips.
"Maybe we go upstairs to bedroom? Lock door, make Paige and Olive wait until done? Will be more comfort, yes?"
"Y-yes..." Madison said softly, almost in a trance. Olga was nearly knocked over as her mistress ran past her to get up the stairs.
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Olga grinned as she stripped off her uniform and tossed it aside. Madison had laid down upon the guest room bed, not wanting to dirty her own room, and the two of them had already stripped her bare. The maid admired her mistress' body, her tanned skin, her shapely legs, her brilliant blue hair. A decidedly unnatural hair color to be sure, but then again after all the alchemical alterations Madison had underwent to make sure to be the paragon of fashion nothing about her could be truly called natural.
Madison looked up at her with an almost pleading look in her eyes and the sight of her naked employer (and client!) made her own body ache with lust. She didn't want to waste a single moment. All sorts of things flashed though her mind that she could do, but she quickly settled on something that would bring them both pleasure, as well as just... well... it seemed like the right thing to do.
With a chuckle she took one of Madi's legs, gently coaxing her into the proper position as Olga slipped between them to complete the scissoring position. The way Madison cried out and pressed against her was, Olga felt, rather odd and unexpected. Edna and herself had never acted that way, especially when there wasn't a toy involved. But a moment later there was an incredible surge of pleasure through Olga's body that made her gasp. It didn't seem quite right, but it felt incredible and considering the way Madison was reacting, it would likely piss her off if Olga stopped.
Madison shifted a little bit, and somehow the movement aligned the two of them in a way that seemed to please her even more, judging from the incredible cry of pleasure that escaped Madi's lips. Olga could barely get her eyes to focus as the intense tactile experience seemed to almost be overloading her other senses.
Olga found herself smiling, as Madison was far more vocal about her pleasures than Edna had ever been. The shorter woman seemed to look upon making noises during sex as a sign of weakness, but Madison had no such strangeness to her, she seemed quite intent on making sure anyone with a working pair of ears in the neighborhood knew how much she was enjoying herself.
"Wh-why didn't anyone ever tell me how awesome it feels to play with your own tits?" Madison managed through moans, "I... I feel like I'm just about to explode just from... from..."
Madi's words were lost as she arched her back and cried out, once more seeming to adjust herself just a little bit in order to fit the two of them together in a somewhat more pleasurable alignment. Olga was not quite sure how she was managing to do it.
She looked down at Madi, her mistress' mouth open wide in a gasp of pleasure. Olga blinked a few times, trying to get her eyes to focus. She could swear that it looked like Madi was missing several teeth, which was odd, since a gap-toothed smile was decidedly not in fashion. Perhaps it was a trick of the light?
Olga's train of thought derailed as the simple tie that held her ponytail in place chose that moment to come undone or break. The maid cursed, but there wasn't anything that she could do about it right now. She brushed a few strands of hair out of her face and then found herself suddenly overcome with an urge. She'd never felt such an intense desire before, and certainly not at the area where she was feeling it. Her nipples had never before begged for attention, but they nearly pained Olga now.
Olga pressed back against the mattress, lying back as she toyed with her own breasts, much as Madison was. She really ought to be paying more attention to her mistress, but considering Madi sounded like she was in total and utter bliss, Olga felt that she was more than fulfilling her duties.
"O-Olga," Madison stammered, "Is it normal to have it feel like your breasts are getting bigger?"
"I have not felt this before. But is new to you, so maybe?" Olga offered through clenched teeth. She kind of wished Madison would just shut up and just enjoy it, because Olga certainly was. Olga was surprised at how... plentiful her mistress' juices were. She could feel the warm, slick, wet sensation of them just about all over, reaching from about her knees to her lower back and belly. Everything seemed covered by Madison's warmth.
"I-it feels so good, Olga," Madi murmured, "But I... I kind of want to play with my pussy now. H-how do I stop?"
Olga blinked, "What meaning how do you stop? Is simple, take hand off tit, put hand elsewhere!"
"I can't!" Madison protested, "It feels so good and every time I try to move my hands it just... feels better."
Olga groaned, she didn't want to sit up, she didn't want to stop playing with her own breasts, but most of all she didn't want to stop the sensation of the cool, smooth, silken sheet beneath her on her... she wasn't quite sure where they were rubbing, but it felt heavenly.
She sat up in annoyance to glare at Madison, only to have her eyes widen at the sight of her mistress. Everything she had said had been true. Her breasts had gotten bigger, a lot bigger. They were almost the size of her head, looking more suited to porn magazines than fashion magazines. But as Olga looked closer she could see why Madi was having trouble pulling her arms away from her tits.
They had begun to merge. Olga stared in shock at the sight, it was like Madison's breasts were balloons slowly being inflated and her arms had somehow become stuck inside them. Madison arched her back and cried out, a powerful climax rocking her body hard enough to send Olga over into one herself. A very powerful, very messy climax as Olga felt their combined climactic juices splattering all over, even so far as having a large droplet splash on her forehead. Olga rubbed it off, once more brushing her hair aside.
Madison was staring right at her with a rather horrified look on her face, "Wh-what happened to your hair?" she panted, wide eyed. She seemed to recoil in horror, "And your tits?"
Olga reached up with a hand, thankfully free from being trapped within her body like Madison's, and rather than find the silky platinum blonde hair she expected, Olga instead encountered several soft, fleshy tendrils that made her moan as she touched them. Following them down their lengths she found them ending in rounded blunt shapes that felt really good to touch and dripped...
"Cocks! Cocks on head!" Olga said, shocked. Her hair had been replaced by a series of penis tendrils, just a little bit thinner than the circle made by her thumb and forefinger and of varying lengths. The longest seemed to reach just shy of her shoulders.
Remembering Madison's mention of her breasts, Olga looked down and gasped at the sight. Madi was not the only one getting a boost to the bosom. The maid looked upon herself as rather gifted and generous in the bust size department, bigger than she had would look silly on her short frame.
But size wasn't so much the issue as number. A third tit had appeared between the first two, now about two thirds the size but the gap was narrowing further with each passing moment.
Madison wriggled and writhed, but only seemed to be able to cause herself more pleasure as she frantically tried to pull her arms free. Olga leaned over and grabbed Madison's shoulders or at least the round part of her torso where her shoulders used to be. "Stop. You are just masturbating when you do this. Here, let me show you where your arms go."
Madison stood stock still, her eyes wide and frightened. But she let out a little moan and shivered as Olga caressed the smooth skin where her arms were being pulled into her sides, the bones seeming to dissolve more with each passing moment. All the mass seemed to go right to her breasts, which continued to grow larger and larger with each passing moment.
"You do no have arms anymore, Miss Madi," Olga whispered softly, peering sadly into her mistress' eyes.
"Oh no!" she whimpered softly, "Oh no! We... we need to get help. This isn't so bad; a good alchemist could probably put them back. Right?"
Olga nodded, "Yes. Alchemist can probably change back. Is probably mess from girl on street. Not demon, mess was not glowing, yes?"
Madison nodded, "Yeah, not glowing. Demon seed always glows, and it's like purple or something, right?"
Olga nodded and Madi took a deep breath. "Okay, then we need to stop fucking and go get help, okay?"
Both of them tried to move, but neither one seemed to get anywhere. All that moving around did seemingly made the sweet sensation of their sexes rubbing and pressing against one another all the more delectable.
"Oooh," Olga moaned, "Did not work to well. Okay, you are stay still, I am moving back, yes?"
Madison nodded and lay flat on her back, stilling her legs and pressing them flat against the bed. "Okay, I don't think I ought to be in the way and..."
Olga's attempt at pulling herself away merely made the two cry out in mutual bliss as a pulse a hot, fiery pleasure went through them.
"Umm... maybe if you were no laying on top of my legs?" Olga offered.
"I'm not laying on your legs you're laying..." she paused, feeling Olga's knees against her back, and Olga's back on top of both of her knees, "On mine..." she finished, trying to create a mental picture.
"Is... not possible!" Olga murmured and then lay back, peering over her trio of breasts where the two girl's loins met. She gasped at the sight. Somehow the two of them were joined together at the crotch. It was like one was sitting in the other's lap and then somehow the two of them overlapped, the two positioned like each was sitting in the other's lap with their calves, hips, and bottom joined together.
"What's not possible? Let me see!" Madison demanded, using her legs to push herself upright against the headboard, and pulling Olga right along with her in an act that nearly paralyzed them both with pleasure. That was apparently not the right thing to do, as both girls cried out at the an almost painfully intense sensation of pleasure, almost like a fire, shot through their loins. Both could here some soft pops and cracks and a strange grinding sensation within their bones.
"Am thinking that made it worse," Olga said through clenched teeth.
"No, no, no, no, no, no, no!" Madison murmured as she stared at the sight. There seemed to be no break at all between the two of them, the skin had seemed to smooth together perfectly. She watched in horror as with each instinctive buck and thrust either of them did their bodies seemed to join a little bit more. Their sexes were still pressed up against one another, squeezed closer and closer with every second that passed.
Olga and Madison cried out as their pleasures seemed to double, their sense of touch extending to the other's half of their body. Olga stared down at their fused hips and loins, a single slit positioned in the center of where their bodies met. She reached out with a hand to touch her... their pussy. It was just a little bit bigger than either girl had sported before. Both girls let out a moan as Olga's fingertips brushed over their sex, exploring it, caressing each clit in turn.
"O-Olga!" Madison scolded. "Stop p-playing with my pussy! We, like, need to get help, or at least get apart!"
Olga paid no attention to her, closing her eyes and slipping her fingers into their shared slit, delighted in its wonderful sensitivity. The nerves of both girls seemed to combine into their merged snatch, and there wasn't anything Madison could do to stop Olga from fondling it.
"No, is mine too. Am loving this," Olga said through clenched teeth.
"I'll... I'll scream!" Madison threatened, "I promise I... ptoo!"
She winced and spit something hard from her mouth, her tongue feeling around trying to discover what it had been and where it had come from.
"A tooth! I just lost a...!" Madison spit out several more as the remainder of her teeth parted ways with her jaw.
In a panic, Madison pulled her legs back, trying to position them underneath her to push off the bed and pulled herself away from Olga. She pulled, but rather than ending up beneath her, they flowed like a liquid into Madison's have of their conjoined body, the fluid mass being added to her already obscenely sized breasts.
The flowing of mass seemed to pass right along side their shared sex, following the path parallel to the opening leading to Madison's branch of their love tunnel. The conjoined girls cried out as one as an incredible surge of pleasure rocked them. Warm wetness coated the two as pulling in Madison's legs seemed to not only pull all the mass to her breasts, but somehow release a torrent of cum from their sex equal in volume.
Madison's breath came in half-gasps/half-sobs as her body recovered from the mind-blowing intensity of the orgasm she'd just experienced. She had no limbs at all, no arms, no legs, and it seemed she was still changing. Olga still had both and...
"Was incredible! Is my turn!" the maid said gleefully.
"No! Stop! It's my body too!" Madison protested.
Olga grinned, "Am thinking not." She pointed and Madison looked down at her breasts, horrified as her tan seemed to be fading, and for some reason her nipples were turning blue. She looked over at Olga, seeing the pinkish heads of the slowly lengthening cock-tendrils she had for hair taking on the same blue share, as did Olga lips.
"No, is true! You are havening blue! I am one with blue hair!" Madison said, her words coming out funny.
"See? You are speaking like me. Is mine." She said with a wicked grin, "You think blue is yours? Is fine." Olga reached up and grabbed one of her tendrils and brought it to her mouth, planting a kiss on it that made Madison and herself both shiver and then moan as she traced her tongue over it.
"Am sucking your cock, Miss Madi. Am telling me you don't like?"
Olga brought her other hand down from her breast to caress their shared pussy, focusing heavily on Madison's clit, making her squirm.
"Am telling me this does no feel good?"
Madi couldn't help herself, all she could do was squirm and writhe in delicious pleasure, the warm, erotic sensation seeming to spread over her until just about everything felt good. The silken sheet beneath her, the slippery, slick cooling mass of cum on her massive breasts and... and some new sexual sensation that seemed to be building in her more and more.
She found her mouth suddenly filled with saliva and couldn't help but let it drool from her toothless mouth. Olga brushed the cock tendril away and bent up, moving herself face to face with Madison. She used her arms to push the two of them back, so that Olga was resting atop Madison's beachball sized breasts.
Madison's breath caught in her through at the sight of Olga's face. She was absolutely beautiful, gorgeous. She looked at Madi with a pair of familiar purple-blue eyes, the shade Madison had paid an alchemist quite a lot for in order to achieve. All Madison alchemical enhancements seemed to have manifested themselves upon Olga.
Trapped beneath her breasts, Madison couldn't move, entirely at Olga's mercy. The maid dug her fingers into her former mistress' breasts, making Madi drool more. She felt like she ought to be choking on her own saliva, but it seemed that Olga was breathing for the both of them at the moment, even though Madison's throat felt horribly tight.
Olga ran her hands over Madison's shoulders, or at least where her shoulders used to be. Everything about her half of their body had begun to feel strange. Strange, but good. Madison let out a choked moan as her maids hands traced up her neck and she quivered with erotic glee as Olga's fingertips ran over her suddenly hairless scalp.
"Please, please stop," Madison whimpered softly.
"Sssh, sssh, sssh," Olga hushed her. "Am knowing this feels good for you. Is feeling very good for me. I give you big kiss, then you tell me if still wanting to stop, okay?"
The more Olga stroked her, the better Madison felt, even though things were starting to feel very, very odd. She couldn't inhale through her nose, in fact she couldn't smell anything, and her ears felt... funny. Olga's words seemed a bit distorted and muffled, like she was hearing them through something pressed up against her ear.
Madison closed her eyes as Olga's lips met her own. The kiss was electric, erotic, sexual like she couldn't believe. It was the greatest pleasure she had ever known, feeling Olga's tongue exploring her mouth, her own tongue returning the favor. It made that new, erotic pressure building up within her surge a few notches higher.
Madi whimpered as her maid broke the kiss. She tried to open her eyes, but she found she couldn't. "I... I can't see!"
"Are not needing to see. Is my job, I am one havening arms after all. You are not needing arms or legs or eyes or nose. I am boss now, and I say your job is for fuck, yes? Feel good and fuck."
Olga ran her tongue over Madison's cheek, tracing up to where her nose once was. Madison let out a soft cry that was cut off as several mouthfuls worth of saliva gushed up from her throat.
"N-no! Am not! Please be sayink am not!" Madison sobbed.
Olga chuckled and wrapped her arms around Madison's neck. "Yes, Miss Madi, is true. Your job now is beink my cock."
"NO! NO!" Madison screamed, only to find two of Olga's fingers slipping into her mouth. Madi's mouth and throat had become some strange sexual organ, as the slightest touch within it brought her sexual bliss rivaling that she'd felt from her pussy earlier. She sucked needfully on her former maid's fingers, instinctively wanting and craving more.
Once more Olga pulled back and left Madison almost begging for her to start playing with her again. The maid caressed and stroke Madi, making her almost constantly leak with precum, preventing her from speaking. It was almost agonizing when she stopped.
"You are wanting me to make cum, yes?" Olga purred.
If Madi's face above her mouth had not been transformed into the head of a cock tears of frustration would be leaking from her eyes and she would have snuffled a bit. "...y-yes. So much, yes."
Olga chuckled, "I give you choice, you ask Miss Olga nicely to make her cock cum and you stay as cock for always. Or you say no and we get up and see if maybe we can find help."
"Oh please don't! Don't give choice like that!" Madison wailed. She felt herself hovering just on the edge of climax, Olga tauntingly, teasingly keeping her there. Madi felt several of Olga's hair-cock tendrils rubbing over her, the sweet sensation of cockflesh on cockflesh. She was so close, so very, very close, so agonizingly, painfully close.
Madison let out a soft sob. "Please to be making me cum, Miss Olga," she whispered, disgusted with herself.
Olga kissed her on the cheek, "There! Is my good Madi-cock! Now hold on, this should be feeling... interesting."
Madison felt Olga shift around a little bit, and then felt her mistress move her legs, just like Madi had tried to move her legs earlier. The liquid feeling returned and Madi felt the mass surging into her breasts once again. But this time it wasn't merely her pussy that the rush stimulated. She felt her half of their body go rigid as she felt gallons upon gallons of cum surging up her throat, jetting out of her mouth to drench herself, Olga, the bed, the room, everything in thick, hot, sticky, oh-so-sweet seed.
It seemed to go on for hours, and yet be over in seconds. Feeling like that, Madison was sure she would've given up her humanity to feel that. But her autonomy, her limbs, her independence, being little more than her mistress's cock... was it worth that?
Madison nuzzled gently at Olga's face, finding herself unable to resist lapping at the thick cum that covered her mistress. It tasted so wonderful, so sweet, it didn't matter if it was coming out or going in, just so long as she could taste it again.
"Mmm... there. Is my cock feelink better now?"
"Y-yes Miss Olga," Madi said softly between licks. Her voice was just about identical to Olga's, her lack of teeth and the presence of fluid within the only differences.
"Perhaps we play more? Yes?"
"Oh yes! Yes please Miss Olga!" Madison gleefully cried, "Please, please, please!"
Olga clicked her tongue. "Still annoying, loud motormouth. But I can fix!"
Madison yelped as Olga rolled their body off the bed, impacting with the floor. She moaned at the sensation of carpet upon her skin as Olga dragged herself over to where she had discarded her maid uniform. Madison couldn't control Olga's arms and hands, but she could feel them going through the pockets and finding something rounded and sleek.
"Ah! Here we are! Is plaything from Edna. Was supposed to be stuffing it into pussy during all breaks today."
"How does feel like? Are we going to be try? Please to be try, Miss Olga!" Madison pleaded, already feeling randy again just from having the carpet rub up against her.
"Am havening better idea," Olga purred, flicking a small switch on the toy which began to buzz and vibrate, "Lean down. Or up. Put chin to chest."
Madison obediently did so, "Like this, Miss Olga? Why am doing this, Miss Olga?"
Olga gripped the bed, pulling herself up and allowing the two huge breasts on her lower half to touch the ground. "Yes, just like that."
"Miss Ol... urmph!"
Olga jammed the vibrator into Madison's mouth. The cock-girl moaned loudly and suckled hungrily on the toy, savoring the blissful sensations that it sent through her with each passing moment.
"Is not good idea for person to ever be listening to what cock has to say all the time. But now that am havink one, I have always been wanting to see what it feels like to be doing the titty fuck. I have cock, I have big titties, and now we will be making the fuck."
If Madison had eyes, she would've been crying tears of joy at the wonderous sensations that she felt from the body she shared with Olga. She was sure she would've traded her humanity in order to feel that mind-blowing climax that she had felt, and now she was sure that she would indeed have traded away everything else to feel it. All of her body had been altered to serve a sexual purpose, every inch of skin and flesh designed to feel sweet stimulation. Her humanity had been a worthy trade for one such climax. But almost everything she could feel was either an erogenous zone, a sex organ, or something that could be used to stimulate one of the others.
She was Olga's cock now, and she was quite sure that her mistress and herself were going to cum again, and again, and again, and again until their merged body couldn't take it anymore. And that sort of sexual pleasure, affection, and closeness was something that Madison felt was a more than fair trade as she sucked the toy deeper into her mouth and throat.
Mmm... delicious precum.
Far more than fair. |
(M TF Equine-like creature)
Soluna had strawberry blond hair and cyan eyes. She was fairly tall, fairly athletic, fairly busty, and in a decidedly unfair situation. She sat in a large box shaped cage on the back of a wagon as it clattered constantly from the very uneven ground. It was navigating a forest now so there was no real road- just padded down ground. It was warm in the day but now evening fell and the stars were just starting to shine. Her clothing was torn in several places from the tussle before she had been tossed in the cage. The wagon was being drawn by a single behemoth of a horse and driven by a single behemoth of a man. His dark chocolate skin and defined but sleek muscles would have turned her on, if she were not so damn mad at him. His head was bald and tattooed with a map of the globe. He had a long barrel bolt action rifle by his side with over twenty notches in the side of the barrel from all his successful hunts.
Soluna leaned once again on the front of her cage and grabbed the bars for balance. "So... what is your name anyway?"
"Wayne, Wayne Van Harthlin. Sorry for the bumpy ride by the way. You're probably bouncing around like a billiard ball back there. This is the next closest path to Stormund, without going around the mountains... and that would take a week."
"Could take me out of the cage so I don't crack my head open on one of these bars."
Wayne chuckled. "Not gunna happen."
Wayne is a bounty hunter, Soluna his current hunt... or at this point, prize. He just needed to get her to Stormund where she is wanted. Unfortunately for him, his capture came at an inconvenient time for everyone- the bridge back to the city had given out. There had been a lot of rain to the east which caused the river to flood all the way down here- the flooding washed the base of the bridge away causing it to collapse. The path they rode on now was fine for people walking, but a wagon was a bit too heavy, the wheels occasionally sank into a softer pocket of land causing the whole thing to rock violently, and even the horse occasionally stepped on uneven ground and reared up in protest. Horses are meant for the plains, not forests.
"I am innocent! Is the money on my head worth killing an innocent woman?"
"I'm not going to kill you. If I wanted you dead I could have shot you long ago... and you'd have been easier to transport. And if your innocent, they won't kill ya neither."
Soluna sighed and shivered a bit, clutching her ravaged clothes to herself. "It don't work like that. If the guards can make my head roll to say their jobs done, they will. I am just a bar wench, no one but me cares if I die. I have no one to vouch for me. Guilty till proven innocent."
Wayne bowed his head silently for over a minute. "Might be that's true. I am just following orders though. The law asked you be brought in, so I am bringin' you in. If I let you go, I'd be breaking the law myself." He chuckled again. "Then I'd have to turn myself in. Wonder if you can claim a bounty on your own head?"
Soluna felt so exhausted. She had been making a mad dash for days to get away from Stormund to avoid capture. As soon as the guards told her to stay put for questioning she started eavesdropping and found out she was a suspect. As soon as Soluna heard that she knew she was doomed if she stuck around. No friends or living family to vouch for her, anything she said herself would be disregarded. It did not even make sense when you think about it- the man who was murdered was not a small nor weak person. Soluna was pretty tall and not exactly weak, but she is still a woman- a barmaid, did they really think she could overpower that guy? Not to mention if she stole his riches, then where are they? Her home is tiny, it isn't hard to search and figure out there is no valuables there. Soluna slouched down with her back to the front of the cage. She likely would have passed out there if her head didn't get clacked against the bars every few seconds when the wagon rocked. She seen a shooting start high above, immediately wishing on it to have her freedom back. She was desperate enough to rely on fairy-tale legends to come save her. To her surprise though the shooting star seemed to suddenly flash brighter a moment... and then change direction. It came at them so fast she barely had enough time to even comprehend what was happening and then everything went black.
Soluna woke up slowly. The ground under her was cool but the sun was warm and comforting. Wait.. ground?! She sat up quickly looking around and seen splintered trees and an annihilated wagon. The cage she had been in was destroyed- something extremely powerful struck the top corner of the cage and tore a third of it clean off. The wagon lost the right back wheel from the impact which sent the entire thing toppling onto its side, which caused Soluna to roll out the missing section of the cage onto the ground. She looked herself over and seemed no worse than the night before, aside from a few small burn holes in her clothing joining the several rips that were already in them. It was evening, almost night when that all happened but it was clearly day now, so she had been unconscious all night! As she stood up she seen Wayne, and he also seen her at the same time, immediately pointing his rifle at her, though he was not holding it in a way he could fire it at the moment.
"Don't get any ideas. We are in the middle of the damn forest, you have better odds of getting lost and starving to death than you do of gettin' away."
"What the hell even happened?"
"A meteor fell and almost hit us. Wagon isn't moving, and the horse ran off while I was unconscious so we have no way out of the forest other than on foot, but we are really deep in. We run off in any old direction we will get lost and die. I am not much of a survival expert but I know not to take risks, the wilds aren't forgiving. Especially around here- there are manticore in these parts. So if you want to survive the beasts of the forest, you need a weapon. And I have the weapon. So don't run." He motioned to the twisted cage. "Because I have nothing to put you in anymore."
"So... what do we do?"
Wayne shrugged. "Walk. Keep an eye out for anything edible." He pointed away from the back of the wagon. "That way, stay just ahead of me so I can see you and also cover our asses if something approaches. The horse was spooked by the meteor and bolted so we are no where near the trail, but going so quickly chewed the ground up a bit, the wagon made visible tracks we can follow back, at least part way to where we were." Wayne sighed. "Really am sorry 'bout all this ma'am. We both got bum luck now."
Soluna tried not to gawk, but Wayne's own shirt got badly torn in the accident, so it only covered his gut and one arm- most of his chest and one arm were bare. She could swear he looked even more muscular. Maybe it was just because he now had a bag of supplies slung over his shoulder that he salvaged from the wagon. As they walked, Wayne was having a bit of trouble. The muscles in his lower legs kept twitching and his ankles kept getting sore quickly, forcing more of his weight on the front of his feet, which made him walk a bit weird. He looked himself over when he woke up and there did not seem to be any injuries. He felt a tightening in his chest too that he could not place his finger on. Bruised a rib, maybe? Wayne had a hard time concentrating, and Soluna noticed immediately. He had been pretty talkative on their ride, trying to comfort her and failing to. Now he was almost silent though. She glanced back every now and then and he usually did not even notice. He seemed to be breathing heavier than he should- they were not walking very quickly. Every now and then they would spot a mushroom growing in the shade or a berry, but then just look at each other nervously and keep walking- neither sure if it was poison or not and not wanting to take the risk. As Soluna walked in front of him, Wayne did think it was a shame she was a wanted criminal. She was very good looking. He was almost tempted to ask her out, but given that she could be executed as a criminal soon, that seemed like a poor investment. Since he was holding her captive she was more likely to bust him in the teeth than agree to anything he said. Wayne winced and shifted his weight forward again, now almost walking exclusively on the fronts of his feet. They needed to break soon, his body was aching. When Soluna finally spotted a large raspberry bush, Wane suggested they stop there and make camp. Wandering around a bit to look for firewood he also spotted a rare Roseblush Cranberry bush as well- a shame they had to eat them to survive, the rare pale pink cranberries were worth a lot of money. He asked her if she had any wounds from the crash as he lit the fire for their days camp, but she said no. It seemed baffling. He was sore in several places and she was fine? She was bouncing around in a solid metal cage when it happened, how the hell did she get out perfectly fine?
Bored and worried, they rest at the camp from late afternoon onward, eating berries for their dinner. Wayne seemed fine, but he was unusually tired for having been unconscious for almost the same time Soluna had been, and she was more tired when she initially got knocked out. Wayne produced a pack of cards he had in the supply bag to keep them entertained till the night was on them.
Soluna smiled timidly toward him and seemed to be staring, causing Wayne to raise a brow at her across the fire. "What?"
"Like what you see?" She crossed an arm under her bust and hefted them under her torn shirt.
Wayne blushed. "You are a looker, but you aren't negotiating your way out of this with that body of yours. Besides, we need to focus on getting out of here alive first."
"Mmm, well, you just seemed... happy to have my company." She nodded toward him, looking at his crotch. Wayne glanced down then quickly stood up to leave into the dark.
"Where you off to in such a hurry?"
"Anywhere- just... around. Stretch my legs." He hustled into the darkness.
"... wasn't he complaining his legs hurt just a bit ago?"
As soon as he was a safe distance from the campfire he quickly opened up his pants. He had a small panic attack when she pointed it out- there was a huge bulge in his pants! Bigger than it should have been able to be. He took his junk out and sure enough, it was bigger. His shaft only in a semi chub was much thicker and looking a bit pink. His balls were much bigger than they should be able to be! Balls are not supposed to ever get bigger! He gently prod it with his fingers, thinking it was swollen from some reaction to something, but it did not feel swollen or more tender than normal. His examination woke up his already started erection and caused it to rise up. Once at full mast he noted it was longer than normal too. He needed to tame this thing before he returned to camp or she was going to be all over him and complicate matters. He sat on a stump and grabbed up his shaft and masturbated in the cool night air. Being fresh in his memory and indeed quite good looking, he visualized Soluna as he masturbated. He cradled his now very large balls in his other hand, noting where his scrotum met his taint the skin was abnormally thick and stiff. He needed to see an apothecary when he got back to the city. Likely due to the enlarged size of his nuts, he came explosively almost stumbling off the stump. Wayne fixed himself up the best he could, tucked his enlarged junk back in his pants and returned to camp, going to sleep soon after.
In his dream, he was confronted by one of the Stormund city guard, asking him if he had anywhere he could take Soluna to live. Wayne answered that he owned a modest plot of land in the town of Tallground she could live on if they needed somewhere to put her. The guard then ripped his clothes and skin off revealing Soluna underneath. She cried out in glee like she had just found her freedom. He wasn't going to take her there! Wayne raised the rifle to tell her to stop trying to manipulate things but the words that came out of his mouth were instead 'your face is beautiful'. Confused and a bit afraid why he couldn't control what he said, he pulled the trigger on the rifle but rather than a bullet, it shot a rope of cum at her! He abruptly woke up the next morning, just staring into space for several minutes wondering what the hell sort of dream that was. He then noticed Soluna laying right beside him looking at him.
"W-what are you doing here?"
"Lost in the forest, remember?"
"I mean beside me."
"What, don't like my company? It was cold so I wanted to share warmth, we don't have tents. Jeeze, it it bothers you that much..."
She went to stand up but he placed a hand on her shoulder. "Its... fine. I was just confused is all. I have been feeling off for a while now. The crash must have scrambled me more than I thought."
Soluna hid her grin well. While Wayne was still very much confused and a bit out of it, Soluna had a clear head and was starting to put it together. It seemed insane but it was the only explanation she could think of- the shooting star granted her wish! It looked like it changed direction mid-flight, and it was a meteor supposedly that derailed them. And while she got out of the crash with no additional wounds, Wayne was having problems. Everything seemed to be aligning in favor of her escape. On top of that, something strange was happening to Wayne. From being unconscious most of yesterday and then them setting up a camp pretty early, she was not too tired, and too caught up in awe to go to sleep, and watched Wayne as he slept. The hairline on the back of his head seemed to grow down his neck slightly, the bridge of his nose became wider, and his ears were now pointed. He groaned several times in his sleep too and shifted around, and several of those times when he moved his legs around they made several audible pops like his joints weren't sitting right. She had no idea what was happening to him, or how it related to her freedom, though.
Wayne sat up slowly but then looked around nervously and told Soluna he needed to go to the bathroom before hustling off again. His morning wood was so big it wasn't even in his pants! It was under his shirt, having exceeded the space available in his pants. His legs felt so weird, they seemed... longer? He absolutely could not stand on any part other than the front of his feet, but most pressing was his genitals. Did he rub his crotch against some deadly exotic plant or something?! He stopped at the minimal safe distance away, since his legs were not cooperating and he took his genitals out again. His balls looked a little bit bigger again, and a lot pinker, making them look odd against his dark skin. His dick was so long it reached past his naval a bit, and was quite thick, making it seem bloated, and it was also a lot pinker. He examined strange bumps on the shaft too, but they formed a perfect line down his shaft and were perfectly even spaced- too uniform to be some random breakout. He lifted a leg to get a look at what was happening there and his heart skipped a beat when he seen how oddly shaped it was! His thigh muscles looked bigger, but from toes to ankle his foot had grown and lengthened tremendously! He took his shoe off and examined still closer and his toes no longer moved individually. They were compressed against one another, looking like someone had squashed his foot somehow, but it did not hurt at all. It only hurt when he tried to walk like he used to- because his leg was no longer shaped to walk that way. This was no reaction to plant life. It seemed like strange magic, but there was no one out here to cast spells- Soluna was a barmaid, she can't even read, let alone cast spells. He needed to get back to civilization and get this checked out before it spreads! If his legs keep changing he may not even be able to walk and be trapped here! Wayne put his junk back in his pants the best he could, having to sit his cock sideways along the inside of the waistband hoping it would be restrained enough.
He quickly hustled back to camp as Soluna was dousing the fire. "We need to get moving!" Soluna raised a brow at the urgency in his voice. "Yea I know, I am putting the fire out to get moving."
"Y-you don't understand, something strange is happening to me, I need to get to an apothecary or... maybe a magister?" He turned his side to her and hiked up a pant leg for a moment to show her his deformed leg.
Soluna gasped. What was the fallen star doing to him?! "Does it hurt...? What is even happening to you exactly?"
Wayne shook his head. "It only hurts if I step on it wrong. The bones... ache a bit, not too bad. My joints feel stiff... they are probably still changing."
They once again fell in line, with Soluna in the lead and Wayne taking up the rear with rifle in hand. He made sure they hustled now, going at a faster pace today. He did not tell her, but he was not entirely sure he could still operate the rifle. His ring and index fingers were locked- half curled and divided from his other fingers, and they no longer responded to any input, though the rest of his hand worked fine. You could technically operate a gun with two fingers and a thumb, but not well, and the fact his body still tensed in impending changes did not fill him with confidence. The last thing he needed was for Soluna to take control of the gun, hold him up, take their supplies and leave him in the forest for dead. As they walked he shifted uncomfortably as his clothes seemed to rub him the wrong way constantly. It took him a while to realize it was because they were tighter on him than they should be... he was slowly getting bigger. They were about the same height before, but now he was noticeably taller than Soluna. He started to walk a little bo legged as he felt some strange growth behind his balls, where the stiff skin had been the other night. What on earth was that?! His pants hugged too tightly on his waist and he felt something... twitch, his tailbone moved slightly. Without a word to Soluna in the middle of the afternoon he turned to shift his pants and the greater movement in his leg caused it to pop and the bones to shift again, which caused a spike of changes. He quickly fell to the ground on his hands and knees. He cried out in surprise more than pain as his hands started to forcefully shift shape. It sertainly looked painful, but actually the only thing that hurt was his fall. Soluna of course stopped and turned immediately as soon as he cried out. She had been turning and peeping at him as they walked the whole day.
His hands almost looked like they were ripping in half but it was just the mass moving around, drawing into the center and then being redistributed. His ring and index were almost entirely unaffected by it, though his thumb was drawn toward the center getting changed now too. He straightened his legs at the sensation of them growing and sure enough, his feet dragged across the ground as his legs stretched longer. His thighs became extremely muscular. He found feel his toes all pressing into one another, then the mass that used to be his toes surged in size, and then it felt like something solid sliding out of them quickly! He lifted both in turn to kick away his now useless shoes and get a look at the contents and his heart jumped at the radically different shape. What the hell was he even looking at. In place of his toes was now a single narrow hook shaped bone! He still had two toes left, with extra thick nails on them, but they had very limited mobility and sort of just dangled at the base of the hook just below his ankle's new position. He cried out in surprise again and was forced to fall forward a bit to his elbows as his entire arms grew a bit bigger and quite a bit longer. His hands were changing to radically, and his eyes went wide as he recognized the feeling. What had been his pinky and ring fingers joined together with his thumb in the center of his hand and then from that a huge, narrow bone hook grew again like his feet. The difference between foot and hand now was the two remaining digits were in the back with a backward facing hook on his feet, and on his hands the hook faced forward and the two remaining digits in front of that were considerably larger and more mobile. He flexed it several times, trying to figure out how it was supposed to work. The hook was technically his thumb, and it still worked like one, just... with a gigantic claw. Then he remembered ungulates walk on what is basically their toe nail. She shakily started to stand up again, placing weight on the hooks and they automatically locked their joints in place. It worked! He could stand on the hooks like they were hooves. The hooks and the bulky nails on his digits were all dark grey. Because it was not in his line of sight, he did not notice his hair was starting to fade to grey as well.
Soluna had been standing stunned the entire time with her hands cupped over her mouth. "Are you... ok? Can you stand?!"
Wayne tried to get up but on all fours was as far as he could get, asking her for help. Soluna helped him get up, and once on his feet he could stay up, though it was a bit precarious. This was the moment he was afraid of. He motioned down to the supply bag and gun on the ground. He did not want to trust her with the rifle, but there was absolutely no way he could operate it with mutated limbs like this, and someone needed to use it if a monster found them. He could still carry the supply bag over his shoulder at least, once she helped pick it up for him. If anything he was stronger and could carry it easier than ever. Wayne's midsection was showing more and more as his clothing fit him less and less. He was still slowly growing bigger. It was not too long after this that they had to set up camp, early again, again because he was having difficulty walking. Soluna was worried for him now as well. She was still pretty sure whatever was happening is because of the shooting star, but she had no idea what it was doing to him. This night they had no food. There was nothing nearby she could find for him and insisted he not push himself further right now. Had had been trying to comfort her when she was his captive, but now she was the one comforting him. She sat right up against him as they watched the fire, and tried her best to comfort him.
After a while it was followed by a long silence. Soluna could not help but reach out and touch his chest. Not only was it torn in half, his shirt was now also stretched skin tight on his growing body. His pectoral muscles were huge and firm. His arm muscles had grown too, and his upper leg muscles. He did not know what to say about the soft dainty little hand feeling up his chest so he said nothing. She slunk her way in front more and came up for a kiss, stealing it before he could react.
"W-woah! What do you think you're doing?!"
"Oh c'mon. Like I can't see the massive bulge in your pants. If it gets much bigger it's going to explode out on its own!"
She shoved him back playfully and it did not take much for him to lose his balance and roll off the back of the log they had been sitting on and Soluna climbed onto him. Straddling his hips she reached down to pull his pants down and they were both surprised at what they seen. His balls and dick were pale pink and bright pink- neither coming anywhere close to matching his skin color. Even stranger though, his balls were cupped on the bottom by what almost looked like a beetle shell- it was made of skin but was very thick and hard. She pulled back on one half and the testicle moved with it. The scrotum was fused to the underside of the armored skin. His dick was working up from half erect so it was still much thicker than long, and looked still more different. There was soft ridges around the shaft, at the front of each one was one of the bumps from before, but now the bumps were all larger and firmer. The glans were stretched wide, losing a lot of its definition from the shaft, as if it had not grown with the rest. The bands on his dick sort of reminded Soluna of the medial ring of a horses cock... except there was a lot of them. She watched it, mesmerized by it as it became fully erect, and then shrugged- a dick is a dick.
She slid her own torn pants off and mounted him, letting him just lay there and rest while she rode him. Soluna also dropped her tits out of her shirt to give him a show. She slid herself down slowly, not sure how something like this would feel, and not having taken something so large in her before. The ribs were the hard part, she had to pause at each one. They were much more solid than the shaft itself, and the bumps stuck out and dragged against the walls of her vagina. It felt good once it was inside of her, but hurt a little popping each one in. To ease him in she had his dick at an angle and was leaned over him, nudging herself back to push a little more in every second or two, each time causing her boobs to wobble just over his chest, close enough that her erect nipples rubbed on him. He was breathing heavily as she approached bottom and he started to thrust gently into her, without even meaning to. His hips jerked a bit on their own from the pleasure. His breaths were so deep- his lungs were now much larger than normal. Once she was fully on him she started to bounce on his crotch and he groaned and moaned in pleasure. He was so verbal of his enjoyment she almost could not hear his bones pop. The veins in his neck throbbed and his entire neck got thicker and his vertebrae popped as new segments were created. His tail bone started to get a bit longer and forked. Soluna started to cry out a bit louder in a mix of pleasure and panic as she realized his cock was doing more than just throbbing- it was starting to grow a little big longer again. His balls grew bigger again as well, and the two armored segments started to grow tremendously, though not in thickness. Soluna had to scramble awkwardly forward a bit, and then a bit more as he came dangerously close to pounding her cervix, which would hurt- a lot. She also noticed now closer to his head, his eyes looked a bit.. milky. His neck was getting huge, and all of his muscles seemed to tense up at once. He slammed into her one more time and she was almost ready to jump off to avoid getting her internal organs realigned, but he was at his limit- he wasn't going any deeper than that. He came explosively and the blood rushed to the head of his cock almost painfully. It stretched even wider, and rounder. It grew three times in size, looking almost identical to a horses flare, except with a smooth corona, aside from a single huge bump on the bottom. He lay there breathing heavily and looking off with a dazed expression so Soluna just let him rest. He faded to sleep and she snuggled up beside his huge body to sleep herself.
The next day Wayne woke startled, yelling in a panic for Soluna to help, waking her up immediately with him. He could not see! And he could not feel his legs! Soluna quickly found the source of his leg problem- he had grown so large in his sleep his pants were cutting off the circulation to his legs! She had to quickly get a knife from their supply bag and cut her pants off of him. His legs were immediately filled with prickly tingling as the blood returned and slowly woke them up. He still could not see barely anything though. As he looked around he noticed he could see shapes, but that was about it. Everything looked so tremendously blurry, and all colors were so badly faded that he could barely tell what anything was. The only reason he could see Soluna is because he assumed she was the only thing that was moving. She told him about his eyes- they were covered in what looked like a grey film. His hair was also grey now, and his facial hair had grown in alarmingly fast... and felt oddly soft. He also grew in thick hair on his chest and forearms that felt more like fur than hair. Though they grew in during sex, they both only just now noticed he had a tail of pale grey hair. It looked like a braided horse tail, but actually it was two tails coiled around one another.
What Soluna did not realize is that like Wayne told her before, her odds of escape by herself on foot were dismal. But she also could not go free if she was with Wayne. So to create a solution the fallen star was turning Wayne into a mount for her to ride to freedom on. He had another dream of his seldom visited property in Tallground- a place Soluna could be brought to be safe. The problem is, being a shooting star, it was from a different part of the universe, it doesn't know any of the species on THIS planet. So its transforming Wayne into a beast from another planet altogether. Its eyes are decoy- the creature is blind, so Wayne's sight will continue to leave him, and his eyeballs will become solid objects, almost like glass. The reason it has two tails is because it uses its tails like a brush, to paint a pheromone trail onto the ground, controlling its intensity by tightening the twist between the two tails or loosening it. The creatures relied heavily on communication with one another, and scent was one of the methods. Wayne also had a bone spur sticking out of the middle of his forehead, a budding horn, but not looking like much of one yet.
Wayne again needed Soluna's help standing, and even then his increased body weight made it hard to remain upright, he leaned forward quite a bit. The creature is quadruped- but his hips have not changed yet. Soluna could not help but look at his crotch to see the huge equipment jostle around but found she couldn't. Overnight the protective shell continued to grow and now encapsulated his entire groin. She lifted a segment off a bit just to take a peek- the inside was lined with pink flesh. The pinkening skin ended where the shell did- the creature does not have a sheath like a horse does, so to protect its genitals and keep them still when running, it closes this shell around them. When it relaxes to open, the two segments become limp and just hang behind its balls like two cloth segments- the blood drains from them into the shaft. Once they were done examining his changes, they once again set out to try and find their way from the forest. Wayne was entirely naked now, his pants cut off, his shirt just shredded off on its own while they slept.
They started to smell smoke, and tried to hustle thinking they had found someone else camping in the woods, but they found what looked like the aftermath of a small forest fire. Wayne's joints felt stiff again. His body started to groan quietly, like he was growing too big for his own skeleton. His body was trying to change more. They soon found why, when they got to the edge of the crater. The actual meteor was only about as big as Soluna's torso, the crater it made was as wide as three homes, and all the trees in an even bigger radius were scorched, splintered, or burned completely away. Even the ground was black from a brief taste of cosmic flames. Wayne started to groan loudly as his bones creaked. Soluna asked if he was ok, even though she knew what must be happening. Being so close to the fallen star is inducing more changes. It also meant they were on the right track- they diverged from the path when the star fell, which means the path must be nearby.
Wayne fell onto all fours, letting out a loud grunt as he winded himself a bit. His hips shifted, popping and cracking loudly as they grew tremendously, widening his stance a lot as his glutes swelled gigantically to keep up- giving him a giant muscular ass. His anus puffed out a bit just like a horses. These creatures have a wide stance in their rear legs because while they are unable to walk on two legs- they ARE able to stand on two legs, which in turn allows them to use the digits on their front limbs to hold or manipulate things. Unfortunately this meant Wayne could not walk on two legs anymore- now that his hips shifted his posture and build would not allow it. He felt a sudden outburst and made a strange shrill cry, followed by another only with heavy reverberance, then let out a long loud sound that was half a human moan and half the reverberating cry. His neck started to grow longer, his hairline advancing down it in the other direction to give him a mane, and his entire torso started to grow a little bit longer. After crying out without even meaning to he inhaled deeply to replace the air, but when his lungs should have been full he kept going. His ribs clicked and he gasped, and then again, and then again. He kept taking in more air and his chest kept exploding in size, barreling out and completely obscuring any human shape it had.
The creature's body shape was identical to a horse, except for one minor detail. His chest felt like it was tightening back in for a moment, and then a sharp pain struck him for only a moment, as a bone blade erupted from the middle of his chest pointing up- or since he was on all fours, pointing forward. The sharp bone blade protected the creatures's collar. Unseen by either of them was also his heart, which was both huge and oddly shaped now. The creature's predators relied heavily on sound, so it had the ability to stop its own heart for several minutes to avoid its beating giving away the location. Its voice was shrill, but it rarely used its voice.
Wayne's eyesight faded the rest of the way, and long antennae looking things grew from his brow. There was four of them, the shortest barely sticking out at all, and the longest narrow stalk was about two inches. This is how they communicate mainly- they can transmit and read neural signals. Wayne's ears continued to grow out, developing the muscles at their base to pivot around as they became large and leaf shaped, curling in at the edges. His nose started to grow larger, his nostrils got longer but remained the same size. His facial hair turned fur started to overcome his face, and the fur mat on his forearms and chest consumed his upper body. The bottoms of his legs now had fur as well and a mat of fine fur advanced from the base of his tails covering his rump. He was panting heavily, but the changes seemed to stop. Not that there was much left at this point. Some patches of nude skin and his face was the only parts still left human. The hair on his head and tail continued to grow more pale, looking near white now, while the rest was base grey.
Soluna waved her hand in front of his face. "Hey... can you... still see me?"
Wayne spoke some... almost english. Not close enough for Soluna to understand mind you. His voice was strained as the reverberating sounds of the creature was mostly all he could produce, creating a jumble of the two that neither species would understand.
*So he can't speak anymore even... wow, that sucks.*
Wayne furrowed his brows. *That was not my thought...*
*Huh?*
It took them several minutes of confused half-thoughts to realize he could communicate telepathically. It took him a bit longer to realize how to turn it on and off so he was not just open to any thought from anywhere, because that would get confusing really fast.
*I am ok... for now. No idea how to fix this thought. I can't even look at myself.*
"Totally blind?"
*Yea, but I... sort of know where things are anyway. I don't know how or why. Move around for a second." Soluna quietly moved a few feet to the left, his face followed her exactly. *Yea, I don't know how but my mind seems to know what is going on around me automatically.*
"So... what do we do?"
*The same thing we have been doing. Get out of this forest. Maybe its the forest itself somehow that is doing this and I will turn back when we are out. We can't do anything IN the forest, so step one is leave. Then we can work on getting you to safety. I mean, transporting you to...*
There was a long pause. "To...?"
*What?*
"N-never mind, lets get going."
His mind seemed foggy, but she did not dwell on that thought long, at risk of him hearing hers. The transformation may be more than just physical. It took Wayne a bit to get his balance, not being used to walking on all fours, especially not on bone hooks. Whenever he stepped down it felt like they should probably buckle, or the joint would hurt but it never did- they lock in place to prevent that from happening. Even though they are the same size, these creatures likely could not carry as much on their backs as a horse, but could match or exceed a horse in speed.
Wayne and Soluna walked for a bit and found the trail again finally. Soluna actually noted that Wayne did not say anything, or react to finding the trail. She assumed he would be very happy about it. She had to point it out and then explain why it was good before she got the reaction she was expecting. His mind really was slipping. And his horn was getting bigger now to. It was like the horn was sucking his intelligence out. She felt really bad for him. She supposed he wasn't in any pain, but she also did not expect this to happen to him, and it is sort of her fault it happened. After following the trail for a bit Wayne started walking close to her, sniffing her hair as they walked. She looked at him and immediately noticed his horn much bigger- it actually looked like a horn now. Actually, it looked like a blade- it was narrow but broad like a sword blade, but made of dark grey bone like the hooks on his feet. She asked him why she can't just ride him instead of both of them having to walk. Wayne could not think of a reason so he bowed his front legs and let her climb onto his back. They walked for some time and finally got back to the main road. Not far south was the three way crossing and the path they originally tried to the collapsed bridge. Then it occurred to Soluna- the bridge was still being rebuilt, they STILL couldn't take that path. The trail they went on in the woods was the next closest, and the only option left to Stormund is all the way around the mountain range that cradled the forest on the north side. That would take a week at absolute best... they have no food and virtually no money. Soluna grinned a bit.
"So, where to, now that we are finally free of that cursed forest?"
*Forest cursed...?*
"J-just asking where we are going now."
*...to place I was bringing you to. The job said I should take you there.*
"To Stormund? Or... Tallground?"
*Tallground is good place!*
"Then lets go there first!"
There was a long pause and Soluna bit her lip nervously. Was he going to fall for it? She is a wanted woman in Stormund- no one knows who she is in Tallground, which means if she says she is a relative of Wayne and claims inheritance of the land, no one could say otherwise. Especially since Wayne himself isn't even human anymore. Was he human enough to see through the plot though? She heard creaking bone and leaned to the side, seeing his face was scrunched up in effort. He started grunting and snorting and the bones of his face started to click as it pushed out. His horn grew as his mind thought something was amiss but could not place it. The larger the horn grew the quieter those thoughts became. The horn looked like the blade of a claymore at this point. In a jumbled mix of sounds no one could interpret this face exploded outward quickly growing beyond any signs of humanity. The creatures finished face was very similar to a horse, except in place of two huge nostrils it had four. The nostrils had a flap of skin that allowed them to be closed off and invisible, and while they were extremely narrow they were also very long. They needed a fine sense of smell to pick up the details of their pheromone trails, so when one set of nostrils started to adjust to the local smells they close it off and switch to the other nostrils- so their sense of smell can never dull.
Without saying anything, Wayne shook his head, snorted and started to walk toward Tallground. Soluna was free! She nearly became another victim of lazy 'law enforcers'. She was so desperate she wished on a random shooting star- placing her fate in the hands of flying space garbage. And it worked. She was free! Soluna could take over the land Wayne owned and... she supposed keep him as a pet... with benefits? He seemed to keep his attraction for her, and that was made obvious thanks to his neural transmissions. She tried to speak to him a few more times along the way to his home in Tallground but she only got a few words here and there- 'what' or a 'mmhmm' till eventually he stopped responding at all. He slowed his walk and glanced back at her, so he heard what she was saying and listened, but no longer had words to reply with. He only transmitted emotions now- understanding, attraction, calm. He couldn't be a bounty hunter anymore but Soluna can make sure he is still happy regardless. And she promised- the next shooting star was his. |
Shattered Shards: Mirror Mirror
"Should we really be heading out in this?" Megan asked, peering out the window at the heavy black clouds that let out an occasional ominous rumble over the city.
"I'd like to go out and find something nice to restore," Ember said, twisting his long brown hair between his fingers, "Aside from a little thunder and rain, I don't think we'll have a problem. If it gets too bad, Drew can just pull over and we can wait out the storm."
The eldest of the roommates nodded; the football scholarship holder a man of few words, "My mom's birthday is coming up and I need to buy her something nice anyway." He said, "Might as well get all our shopping done in one trip. Saves gas, after all."
Megan sighed, "I guess you have a point. It just... feels weird out there; like something big and messy is about to happen. It feels like the tornados we had in Iowa, except bigger and... I dunno. It feels wrong somehow."
Ember rolled his eyes, "There you go talking about your psychic powers again." He says with a chuckle.
Megan brushed her dark hair back and glared at him with her equally dark eyes, "Don't make fun of me. I'm the one who's always finding your keys and your wallet when you lose them."
She sighed and turned to stare out the window once more, "Though I guess I could come along. Big as this feels if anything is going to happen, it's just as likely to happen here as it is out on the road somewhere. And with this thing looming overhead, I don't think I'm going to get any homework done."
Ember chuckled and ruffled his friend's hair, "That's that spirit!" he said with a grin, his excitement only made Megan scowl more.
-o-
Twenty minutes later the ancient Nissan pickup Drew had been given by his grandfather pulled up to the curb in front of Ember's favorite antique store. He had a fondness for old crafts, he would go out and purchase something that was a bit worn, usually with paint flaking off, and he would remove the paint, touch it up, stain it, and make it look as good as new.
The rain began to pour down as the trio exited the car, eliciting a mad dash to the front door of the antique shop.
The owner peered over her novel and nodded to Ember, quite familiar with his presence, as he visited her store quite often.
A massive clap of thunder shook the windows; the lights flickered for a few moments before deciding to stay on. Drew and Ember fanned out into the store, browsing the shelves.
Megan found a chair and took a seat clutching her arms as she shivered; the chill she felt had nothing to do with the cold rain. "Oh geez, I feel weird..." she said, her cheeks breaking out into the red-pink of a flush as she felt suddenly warm.
After a few minutes Drew called out from the back of the store, "Hey guys, come take a look at this!"
Ember was there within a few seconds, but Megan shuffled across the store awkwardly. She kept trying to adjust her pants into a more comfortable arrangement, but seemed rather unable to rid herself of the strange, warm discomfort.
The object that Drew has discovered was a large, ornate mirror. It was the kind that stood on its own, rather than being hung on the wall. The bronze frame sported the images of many different kinds of animals, some from legend and myth.
Thunder shook the windows again, and this time the lights stayed out. Megan moaned softly, "Oh fuck..." she whispered.
Ember turned to see what was wrong with Megan as the mirror began to glow a strange purple color, a sort of mist-like energy coming off of it with purple and black.
"What is that?" Drew asked, reaching out with his hand.
"No!" Megan cried, "Don't touch it!"
But it was too late. There was a flash of purple light, and for a few moments, all was dark.
-o-
Light returned, the three teens finding themselves standing in a cavern. Looking around them the three teens saw a large collection of strange objects on crudely constructed shelves.
"Wh-what just happened?" Drew asked, his eyes wide.
"I..." Megan doubled over, moaning loudly, "I told you not to touch it!"
"Ah! Customers!" came a strangely accented voice, "Welcome to Muldoon's Mystic..."
A six foot tall fox in an ornate wardrobe stepped around the shelves, his words cutting off in mid sentence.
"Invaders! Naked salamander monsters!" the fox cried, backing away.
The three teens gawked at the talking, two legged creature.
"No, we're..."
The vulpine chanted some strange words, making gestures with his hands, and the trio found themselves once again transported to another place.
-o-
The storm that had raged in their city seemed paralleled in the jungle around them, heavy rain pouring down around the wreck of an old cabin. Three walls still held and the roof was still functional.
Every so often the ground shook, accompanying the small tremors were changes in scenery, the collection of plant life around them seemed to move and shift, sometimes even vanishing before being replaced by another arrangements of trees, bushes, stalks, and vines.
Megan had passed out during the forcible relocation from cavern to cabin, and neither Ember nor Drew felt comfortable giving more than a few words on the matter.
Perhaps fifteen minutes passed until Megan regained consciousness. She moaned softly and gripped her head with both hands as she sat up.
"Oh gods, it's so hard to... to think with all this and... and the weird feelings." She panted.
Ember offered a hand to help Megan up, but she paid it no attention, instead lying back down, "Do you have any idea what's going on?" he asked.
Megan nodded her head slowly, wincing, "It feels like things are... being pushed together. Like two balls of clay being smooshed into one another, but cleaner and less forceful. It's like they're swirling into one another."
The two boys looked out at the altering landscape.
"That looks like what's going on out there." Drew said, pulling off his jacket and rolling it up to provide a pillow for Megan.
"Thanks." She said, resting her head on it, placing one arm over her eyes.
After a few minutes a strange, sweet smell began floating around the ruined cabin, despite the rain.
Ember turned to Drew, "Do you smell that? It smells good, but weird."
Drew's face reddened a little bit, "Yeah and it's making me feel... funny."
Megan groaned from the ground, "Is it making you feel... horny?" she asked through clenched teeth.
Both the boys blushed and nodded, "Yeah." Ember reluctantly admitting.
Megan blushed as well, "I... I think it's coming from me. I don't know why it's doing what it's doing but I've felt..." she let out a soft moan as she shifted position, "Horny and weird since we entered the store. I think it's a side effect of whatever is going on. I..."
Her blush deepened to a shade of red, "I'm so horny I can't even think straight, and it's giving me a headache. Plus I feel really... cramped down there. I need to..." she winced, "Take care of this. I... I just can't keep going like this. Please don't look."
Ember and Drew turned their heads away, looking out into the woods rather than at their lust-stricken friend.
Megan fumbled with the button on her jeans, but finally managed to unzip them. She cried out as something seemed to surge forth from her now that it was no longer constrained in a cotton prison.
Her cry made the two boys turn around; the trio shared the same expression of shock as they stared at the eight inch tapering length between Megan's legs. Her hand immediately darted into her panties and she moaned as she cupped her new balls and her fingertips brushed against the swollen netherlips of her pussy.
"I'm st-still a girl... kinda..." she said, trying to remove her hand from her pants, but she couldn't.
Once her body had felt the first hint of sexual pleasure, it didn't want to give it up. Megan couldn't help but start fingering herself. She sat up and leaned forward, then growled in frustration that she wasn't quite flexible enough to make mouth and member meet.
"Oh fuck..." she whimpered, eyes tearing up, "I'm drooling. I'm fucking drooling and I want a cock in my mouth.
"I don't..." Ember began, but Megan virtually pounced him, popping the fly buttons off his fatigue pants with a tug. His eyes widened in shock as his erect shaft suddenly had Megan's lips wrapped around it.
"Megan, stop. Megan, stop! Megan, st... oh Megan, don't you dare to stop." Ember gasped, Megan's tongue felt strange upon his shaft, dry, rough, and sandpapery. He reached down and gripped her head, thrusting into her mouth, bewitched by the herm's pheromones.
Drew sighed and shook his head, looking out into the forest, "Dude, you have all the luck."
"Stop bitching and fuck me!" Megan growled, able to control her craving for cock for a few moments.
Though he had some reservation, Drew found himself standing and immediately walking over to where his two friends were already engaged in an act of pleasure. Megan's strange scent upon the air had already provoked him to almost aching hardness.
Within a few moments his pants were tugged down to his ankles, as were Megan's own. Drew groaned as he slid into her eager depths, though well-lubricated she felt incredibly tight, and only seemed to grow tighter as he thrust into her.
Ember was feeling the same sort of effect, but he did not notice it. Nor did Megan feel any ill ease at her increasing pleasure; she merely increased her pace, her body aching to be filled with powerful, masculine essence.
She brought them to climax again and again; their bodies continuing onward after climax without flagging of lust, so powerful were the pheromones of Megan's heat. The two males had exchanged places several times, and as lust fogged their minds more and more, at Megan's coaxing Ember finally began to give her neglected maleness attention.
It was the first climax from this that seemed to let all the tension out of Megan, allowing the flames of her need to die down to mere cinders.
Darkness had fallen and the rain still continued. Though a breeze blew, it was warm, and the three had no problems snuggling up against one another to sleep.
-o-
The peaceful dawn was shattered by Megan's surprised cry. The young woman having awoken to discover that the addition of a male organ was not merely a dream, and also to the realizations that such was not the only portion of her anatomy that had changed, nor was its mere addition the end of changes in that area.
Stirred to arousal through the morning hormone production, Megan's member was proudly erect at nearly twice the eight inches it had been before. Though what worried her more about it was the fact that it was beginning to look less and less like a human phallus, the skin tightly against it and the rounded head and cylindrical length tapering off.
The growth wasn't merely confined to her loins, her bra strap had snapped during the night, unable to contain the mass of her expanding breasts.
Megan brought a hand to her chest, moaning softly at the sensation that filled her as she gave a breast a gentle squeeze. The touch was enough to make a wet spot appear upon her shirt.
"I... I'm lactating!" she said, horrified.
The two males didn't seem to notice, as both had alterations of their own.
Similar to Megan, the two had essentially fallen asleep without re-clothing themselves after their romp, so their own morning erections towered for all to see, and one could easily see that something was different.
Ember's length was headed much in the way of Megan's, becoming long and thin and tapering. Drew's, however, was bigger all around, longer and thicker. Unlike the other two it was not tapering, but retained the same length throughout, except at the head where it had begun to widen.
On all three the skin at the base had begun to form a sheath, located just above large, heavy, seed-filled balls.
But their members were not what drew their attention. Ember was staring at his hands, which had their shape altered overnight, along with a portion of the rest of him. Looking upon him, one saw a very androgynous build.
Drew was also staring at his hands, the two inch long claws sprouting from his thicker fingers completely alien to him. The white, triangular-indent claws looked almost wickedly sharp.
The football player also sported a pair of b-cup breasts, and had a general feminization of his features, much as Ember had gone through.
Megan's ears had grown and elongated, and after discomfort while sitting, Ember discovered he had the beginnings of a tail, nearly a foot and a half long.
"What's happening to us?" Ember said, stating what was on everyone's mind.
"We look like we're changing, gaining animal features. Like that fox in the store. But I don't know why I'm getting more masculine, and the two of you are growing more feminine." Megan said, absently running her fingers over her tapering length.
"And why are we so... so..." Drew licked his lips and turned his gaze away from his companions.
"Lustful?" Megan offered, "I have no idea. It just... I just... oh it feels so good." She moaned, as her stroking became not so absentminded anymore.
Ember reached over and gripped Megan's hands by the wrists. "St... stop that. We're not going to get anywhere if the three of us get ensnared and enraptured into another sex marathon. We need to get out of these woods, find some civilization or something, and try to figure out what's going on. We need to find a way to get home."
He looked over at Drew, who was sighing softly as he cupped the new additions to his chest. He jumped when Ember called his name.
"Drew, don't you start too. For all we know giving into our need is the reason why we changed more in the first place."
Drew blushed and immediately ceased fondling himself, "I was just curious. Haven't you ever wondered what it would feel like to... well... you know?"
Drew stood and pulled up his pants, wincing as he tried to align his new member in the least uncomfortable manner. He had to use his pocket knife to make a new notch in his belt so that his pants would stay on due to his narrower waist and wider hips.
"If we don't fix this quickly, guys, I think we're going to be finding out what everything feels like as a member of the opposite gender. C'mon, let's get going. I can hear running water. Follow the flow and we'll eventually come across some sort of habitation."
Megan pulled off her jeans and tossed them aside, they were too tight to wear; her body seemed to have grown overnight. Though she still felt incredibly horny she followed Ember, stroking her manhood as she walked along, a blissful smile on her face.
Drew dressed as well, blushing and looking down at his shaft, which stuck up out of his pants and had to be concealed beneath his shirt. He licked her lips again and shook his head.
"No way." He said to himself, "I'm not sucking one of them off, no matter what."
-o-
About two hours later Drew was on his knees, shirt off, Megan's cock sandwiched between his tits. He'd been downwind from Megan the entire time they'd been walking, and her heat-scent had finally overwhelmed him.
Ember stood well away from the two, not wanting to get caught up in the action. He let his two friends have their fun, since it seemed that the transformations weren't related to sex.
Megan couldn't stop touching herself as she walked, and as a result brought herself to climax several times since they had started out.
She seemed the least changed so far, her ears had grown a little and smoothed out, otherwise the only change seemed to be that her tits and cock had grown even bigger, and that was a change that seemed to be occurring to all three of them, though at different rates.
Drew's growth was the most noticeable, his breasts were already the same size as Megan's, and his thicker cock dwarfed her own. Ember could see his friend growing more feminized as the day wore on, he could also see Drew's claws becoming larger as well.
But of the three, his own transformation seemed to be the furthest along. As Ember looked down into the placid water to gaze at his reflection once more he shook his head. If you went by looks there was no way you could call him a male anymore.
His body shape and facial features had smoothed out, grown more feminine and curvy, though Ember's breasts were still the least noticeable of the trio. He also seemed to have gained the most bestial aspects, as his ears had become triangular, rising to the top of his head.
Between the ears and the three foot long tail behind him, Ember was rather sure he was transforming into some sort of feline. He looked over at his friends in time to see Megan pull her member from Drew's mouth, crying out as she climaxed and coated Drew's face and chest in her seed.
Drew's eyes were half lidded as his tongue, now forked, slithered from his mouth to lap up the mess.
Ember gritted his teeth and swallowed several times to prevent himself from drooling. He had felt pangs of hunger all afternoon, but with no idea of what was safe to eat, none of them had any sort of food since they'd arrived.
Though oddly with all the growth, Ember thought that they ought to be even more ravenous than they already were. Unless the energy for the changes was being provided by an outside source, which would allow for the...
Ember couldn't stand it anymore; he got up from his rock and approached his friends, before he could stop himself his lips were wrapped around one of Megan's nipples, drawing out the surprisingly sweet milk from within.
Megan sighed happily and reached down, coaxing Ember's shaft into her sex. "Aaah... you feel so right inside me, Ember. I think we're becoming the same kind of creature, you and me. Maybe we're going to be literally made for one another?" she said with an almost drunken giggle.
"Mmm... we already have matching tongues." He said, beginning to purr as Ember's feline tongue caressed her as he drank hungrily from her.
Ember felt Drew press up against him, sandwiching him between his two friends, "I... I can't help it, Ember, you look so pretty and I... I think I'm in heat now too." Drew said softly.
"I... I'm like Megan, boy and girl, and I need to..." Drew moaned softly as Ember's tail curled around his... her shaft.
The only non-hermaphrodite member of the trio couldn't help it, caught up in the twin overpowering 'fuck me' pheromones the other two were putting off, he found himself longing for sex as much as the other two.
Drew's length was, long and thick, but somehow it slipped into Ember without much discomfort.
"Nrrgh... I hate this but it... it feels so good, I can't help it."
Ember couldn't pull his mouth away from Megan's breast to respond, but he found himself purring in agreement as Drew's clawed hands found their way to Ember's breasts. Apparently all the self-inspection had given Drew some experience in coaxing wondrous pleasure out of them.
Ember quickly found himself succumbing to the same overpowering lust that consumed his friends. He found himself beginning to purr as he felt himself growing in certain areas. He filed that bit of data away for later use, arousal and desire meant cock and breast growth.
But Drew was right; it did feel so very, very good. The overwhelming need tore his inhibitions apart. Ember was rather sure he'd slip his prick into an animal if it gave off the same scents as his friends.
At the moment he felt like an animal, all purrs and soft growls, unable to control himself, thrusting eagerly into the sex of a heat-stricken female as he himself was filled in the manner of one.
He wondered how long it would continue, how big they would grow, and if their need for sex would ever let up. Or were they doomed to eventually grow immobile with their massive manhoods and mammaries, surviving off their own magic-produce seed and milk?
Ember finally managed to pull himself away as that thought crossed his mind, but it was at that moment that Megan pressed her lips against his, grinding against him as she climaxed. The warm tightness around his shaft, and her hot seed upon his belly sent him over the edge, his tightness triggering a torrential release from Drew.
The two lusty herms hugged the shemale tight between them. Ember found himself unsure if given the opportunity he would chose to go back to his human self, or to allow the changes to continue and see where they lead.
He felt strange; there was a complete lack of concern in his mind for the growing alterations to his gender, to his sex drive, to his now seeming complete lack of sexual inhibition, his sexual preferences, and several other things.
It seemed to be the easiest path to simply relax, to let the changes happen and see where they took Ember and his friends.
-o-
Night closed in around the three several hours later. The waterway they followed had spread out into a swamp. Thankfully they had found an old campsite, a few discarded flints around that could be scraped with Ember's swiss army knife in order to get sparks.
In order to prevent further incidents, Ember had asked Drew and Megan to walk on opposite sides of the creek. He had also changed position from in front to behind as the blowing of the wind warranted, wanting to keep well away from their lust-inducing pheromones.
It didn't help much, each of them were still incredibly horny, breasts and cocks growing several more inches throughout the day. There had been changes of a bestial nature as well.
Four additional nipples had appeared on Megan's belly, and although they hadn't developed into breasts, they were worrisome in that they were a more bestial trait, a deviation from humanity.
A few hours later, Ember had acquired the same feature, only the change had not stopped at merely nipples. He'd been forced to move his t-shirt around, the bulk of his breasts such that it would only reach to the bottom of his middle pair.
What had caused them to stop for the day had been Drew's transformation. With an uncomfortable sounding series of cracks and pops, her legs had begun to transform into a different shape. It had made walking impossible.
They had settled down to sleep cuddled up against each other after having dinner. Megan and Drew had greedily drunk from Ember, while the shemale had only drunken lightly from Megan. Somehow they had managed not to start fucking each other silly.
The powerful, mind-numbing scent that the two heat-stricken herms put off seemed to dim while they were asleep. All three of them were still fully erect in their sleep; Ember's own shaft dripped thick precum onto his belly and breasts. The three of them were making a bit of a puddle. The scent made Ember's mouth water, but he managed to control himself.
Ember quickly found himself slipping into slumber, not even able to escape his lustful need even in his dreams. There was no clarity; everything was soft, fuzzy, insubstantial save for the sensations of pleasure.
He dreamed of a cock in his mouth, not that of Drew or Megan, it was smaller, oddly shaped, it had an ovoid, egg-shaped bulge at the head and an odd swelling at the base. But it was absolutely delicious, and Ember sucked on it gleefully, even as his tail was lifted and a similar shaft found its way into him.
He felt faint sensations, clawed hands groping, caressing, tearing away his clothing, sharp toothed mouths playfully nibbling and nursing at his breasts, though his cock was frustratingly ignored.
The dream continued throughout the night, with Ember's body shifted into different positions. Most of the time was spent on his back, with his tits used for nursing, and also for fucking from more of the strange cocks.
Eventually the dream faded, as all dreams did. The fire seemed to have died overnight, but the sunlight poking through the canopy. Ember opened his eyes and yawned, feeling stickiness clinging to most of his body.
He was startled to full consciousness, looking down at his body, and finding it covered with dried and drying cum. What was more frightening was the fact that once more his body had changed overnight, far more radically this time.
He could see, and feel, a short muzzle upon his face, sharp, canine teeth within his mouth, and the retractable claws that his nails had become left no doubt about what he was becoming.
Ember looked over his hands, flexing them experimentally; finding out how to extend his claws. The skin on his palms hadn't grown out into a pad yet, but it had begun to darken and change color and texture.
While he had thought himself becoming a feline, the inspection of his cock and tail left some doubt in that. His cock was strange, it had become thicker, no longer tapering so noticeably. While it still came to a point, there was a bit of a head to it. Ember shuddered as he found it to be a mix of the feline state his shaft had been in before, and the shape of the cocks he had taken in his dream last night.
Only it wasn't a dream, it had been real, as his messy, cum-covered body attested to. He faintly remembered the feeling of scales against his bare skin, a thought that made his cock quiver and coat his six breasts with a generous burst of precum.
Aside from his cock, another lizard-like transformation had been his tail. Long and thin the night before, waiting for fur, it was far larger now, thicker and heavier. It was perhaps half again the length of one of Ember's legs.
He reached out and ran a fingertip over it, having to bite his tongue to stifle a moan from the action. Rubbing the underside of his tail made him feel strange, aching to be filled.
Ember reached between his legs, but found only smooth skin behind his balls, he wasn't a hermaphrodite yet, thankfully. But he could feel small twinges in his belly as something seemed to be shifting around.
Only then did his gaze go from himself to the area around him. He was in a woodwork cage, one of several in a line, rather like stables. There was a bucket of water in his stall, and a loaf of bread with some cheese on it in a bowl just outside the cage door.
On one side he found Megan, curled up, purring happily, looking equally as used as Ember did, and just as transformed. She too sported the additions of a lizard tail and lizard-like cock, but her feline changes had gone down a different path. Ember could see faint rosettes upon her skin, marking her as a leopard or a jaguar.
On the other was a strange, black skinned woman with pointed ears, brilliant white hair, and a thick reptilian tail. She was sitting with her eyes closed, but they opened as she heard Ember's movement.
Ember did a double take; the woman's skin wasn't merely dark colored, but actual, midnight black, and her hair color appeared to be perfectly natural.
She smiled at him, showing small fangs, "Aaah, you must be one of the arrivals from the homogenized world of technology." She said, "Never seen a sentient being not of your own species before, I take it?"
Ember's tongue was tied, he could only nod.
"That would explain your..." she gestured at Ember's large, milk filled breasts and huge cock, "Assets. You don't even know enough about magic to know not to venture into this realm without a shield to keep the ambient magic away."
"This realm is filled with stray fertility magic. It seeks to create new life, but beings not of nature confuse it. All it knows are animals, and so it infuses the unknown with bestial life. Not knowing our kind, it cannot determine our gender, and so it grants both to make sure."
"The more you resist it, the more it coats you in magic, the way an oyster coats a grain of sand to make a pearl. Once your body is converted, it begins to eat away at your mind. You forget where you have been, you embrace your new homeland with adoration and glee."
She sighed, "And if you're not careful, you get forcibly drafted into the war between the furred and scaled races."
The dark elf's face twisted into a scowl, "But don't worry, we're not going to be doing any fighting, oh no. The new 'sallies' as they call us, short for salamander, are charged with 'morale boosting' activities."
She looked over Ember, "They're not going to lay a claw on you or the other feline. The scaled alteration didn't take. Too much mammal in your systems already. None of them would be caught dead fucking a furball."
"Your large, reptilian friend on the other hand..."
-o-
Drew moaned softly as she was placed in a cage, she got to her knees, gripping the bars with her handpaws, mewling softly, her tongue lolling out, lapping at the air, seeking out a reptilian member that wasn't there.
It wasn't fair! She hadn't finished yet! Her body still surged with enough arousal that she wanted to bed the entire lizardman army. Once it became quite clear that she wasn't going to be played with anymore, she snuffled around her cage, finding food and drink, which she quickly devoured.
Despite a stomach full of cum, she craved something more nourishing. It was only after her bestial desires were pushed aside did she recall that she wasn't exactly supposed to be looking as she was.
She wasn't at all sure when it happened, but she looked very different from how she remembered herself. Her skin was a deep emerald green, not yet scales, but well on their way. Her body, while large, was also lithe and slender, more feminine and serpentine.
A thick tail, half again as long as her body, extended from behind her and a short, blunt muzzle protruded into the lower portion of her vision. Her teeth were also sharper, and her claws were full sized and rather lethal looking.
She didn't mind the changes at all, in fact, she was rather fond of them, becoming more like the wonderful lizards that were oh so eager to play with her. A faint hint of warning and confusion tickled at the back of her mind, but she was not sure why it would be as such.
She was safe and warm here, after all, she would be given plenty to eat and drink, and be provided with all the sweet, wonderful lizardcock she could handle. Or at least that could handle her.
She had, after all, been pulled away before she'd been fully satiated, though that just might've been because she was full. Her belly was nice and round, heavy with the sheer mass of the lizard seed contained within her stomach, sex, and cloaca.
The latter thought confused her, a cloaca was not a sexual organ that she recalled having, but it lead to the womb in her tail, so how could she ever have been without it? But then again she hadn't had a tail before, had she?
Drew stared at the length for awhile until a sound broke her out of her reverie. The sound had been repeated many times with varying volumes. She wondered what it was, blinking a few times and turning her head to find the source of the noise.
Only it wasn't a noise. Actually it was a word, and not merely a word but her own name!
The lizard blinked a few times and stared across the aisle as the sexy stripe-skinned shemale shouted at her again. Her forked tongue flicked out instinctively, as it had been for the past few minutes, which was how the lizard knew that the tigress was a shemale rather than a hermaphrodite like herself.
She smiled and waved at the pretty creature, who would be even prettier once she'd grown proper fur. She looked silly with just faintly colored skin. Though like herself Drew assumed that it would grow more vibrant before becoming fur, just as her own scales would appear sometime soon.
"Hi kitty!" she called back, giggling, "I'd love to snuggle with you, but you're too far away."
The lizard yawned and blinked her eyes, "And I'm pretty sleepy too. Maybe we can snuggle later when the other lizards let me out of my cage?" she said, not bothering to pay attention to a reply before curling up in the straw of her cell, curling her tail around so that it met her snout.
-o-
"Drew! Drew! DREW! Dammit, wake up, talk to me! DREW!" Ember shouted. It had taken him five minutes to get the big lizard to stop staring at her tail and notice him, and when she did she'd giggled like an airhead and then curled up to sleep.
"Not much use until she's fully transformed." The dark elf said with a sigh, "But even then your friend will be somewhat different. The further the transformation progresses the more your past before you came here doesn't matter. What happens to you in this land does. You embrace it, it becomes your new home, and you forget about your old life and former existence. "
Ember shuddered, looking down over his transformed body, his large breasts and cock beginning to ache slightly, demanding attention. His fingers twitched, longing to grope soft tit-flesh, to encircle his cock and stroke his length to sweet, explosive, blissful pleasure.
His mouth watered, hungry and eager to take any nearby cock into its depths, his velvet tongue slipping from between his lips unbidden, his body leaning down, down, down, craving to lap the sweet, translucent precum from the ovoid head of his cock before it trickled down.
Ember whimpered softly, unable to hold back any longer. The sheer size of his shaft coupled with feminine, feline flexibility allowed him to easily engulf the lizard-like head of his cock, coated in sweet, delicious precum. He only had a scant few moments of bliss as he suckled upon himself before the door of his cage was unlocked and a clawed hand jerked him upright.
His flesh wanted to be used so very badly, disappointed when he was lead up onto a raised platform in the center of the encampment, a collar placed around his neck, a thick chain leading to the stone of the platform.
Megan was similarly chained next to him, her own body surging with the lust that came with waking from slumber. She nearly threw herself upon Ember, only the two guards holding her prevented it.
A chorus of cheers came from the gathered throngs of scaled warriors, making Ember wince, his triangular ears going flat against his head from the noise.
Tendrils of glowing green and orange light began to swirl up from the ground, flowing to the gem upon the staff, the four lizardman guards quickly retreated.
Ember and Megan merely stared at the glow, awed by the sight of magic, real magic, something that had been impossible in their world.
Leather padded palms gripped milk-filled breasts, sending twin streams of whiteness surging forth, splattering upon the platform.
Megan crawled forward, yellow and black fur rippling as it grew from her skin, emerald eyes fixating upon the puddle as she slunk forward, lowering her head, lapping up the sweet treat and then continuing forward, interested in the sexy tigress so very close to her, perfect for fucking.
Ember yowled like the cat in heat that he was, jaws popping, teeth growing into a proper feline shape. He began to crawl as well, ignoring the tickle of tawny fur as it surged from his skin.
His tongue felt strange, needy, needing to be thrust into something. He leapt, the leopardess doing the same, the two meeting in mid air in a passionate embrace. He thrust his suddenly longer, thicker tongue into her mouth, feeling it swallowed up by something tight, something that wrapped around all of it.
The leopard cried out, arms wrapping around the tiger, pulling him to her, their full breasts mashing up against one another, thick streams of milk pouring from them, oozing down their furred bodies to pool between them.
But still the magic flowed into them. The obvious places altered, the two fully transformed from human to catfolk, the fertility magic sought out new places to change and to enhance.
Hips widened, facial structure was altered, fur patterns tweaked, and finally the magic found one last place to put something.
Their lust not allowing them to part, Ember and Megan's faces shifted, muzzles entwining in a grotesque kiss, not merely a loving embrace, altered by the act into an obscene form of copulation. His tongue swelled as her throat altered.
Tears leaked from their eyes as they wept for their lost traces of humanity and innocence. The more warped their bodies became, the more they were transformed purely for sexual purposes, the greater their pleasure became, the less the old world mattered, the less their captivity mattered.
All they began to care about was to remain locked in embrace, Ember's many shafts penetrating Megan's many slits, oozing, dripping, drooling, leaking with lubrication and seed and milk as the lizards around them cheered.
Perhaps that was it, the cheering, the fact that the lizardfolk cared so little about they that they used magic to warp the forms of captives merely for entertainment, perhaps it was the last opportunity a fading spirit saw to save itself.
The fertility magic continued to flow up from the ground, concentrated onto the shaman's staff. Ember's tawny fur seemed to glow for a moment. But in that moment the staff erupted into searing flames.
The lizard cried out and dropped the staff, the crystalline orb rolling free from it, the tendrils of fertility magic lashing out in random directions.
One last flicked of energy spilled over the two felines, flowing through Megan as her tormented body was able to finally release in climax. It surged from her to him, the heat centered in Ember's belly and loins. And then he was male no longer.
The last change that shot through him as his many shafts exploded with a flood of seed was that of a soft, gentle surge within him, transforming him to a her. Gender no longer mattered to Ember, as long as he could retain a sense of self, of what he had been before, that was enough.
Ember ran her finger through Megan's hair, comforting her as his body calmed, cocks shrinking, flesh altering back to the way it had been before, almost.
"We'll get out of here." he whispered as the lizards around them panicked, seeking to flee from the stray bolts of fertility magic that streamed around, searching for a body to alter, for a sack to filled with seed heavy balls, a cock to extend, ovaries to excite, or a new gender to add.
It was some time before the camp settled down, the worn and weary 'entertainment' carried back to their cages.
Once the guards had gone, Ember rolled to his side, opening glowing orange eyes as he looked upon the dark elf in the neighboring cell.
"Elf," he said with quiet determination, "Tell me of magic and fire." |
Role Reversal
--Monday--
Michelle mmmed softly as she peered into the microscope in front of her. It wasn't the view that was making her mmm, but rather the way she absently began to caress one breast and rubbing her crotch against the thin section of the chair back as she sat in it backwards. The zoologist had been feeling increasingly strange since the outbreak about a month or two ago.
A minor, but incredibly contagious form of the flu, had swept across the globe, just about everyone on the planet developing light flu-like symptoms at the same time. It seemed to have significantly stronger symptoms in woman, though. Just how strong, Michelle was soon going to find out.
She caught herself moaning, pulling away from the microscope and removing her hand from her breast, standing up and shoving the chair aside. She had been acting strange recently. She had begun to feel warm, incredibly warm, even when wearing the lightest of clothes. At the moment she had her air conditioner turned up as high as it would go, wearing nothing but a pair of panties and soccer shorts.
It was a change from the thick pants and sweater she usually wore. She kept the house cool for the comfort of her research subject, a snow leopard she had raised from a kitten, named Bright Star. Michelle was quite glad her current studies, involving an attempt to induce a state of domestication via chemical means, allowed her to stay at home. She couldn't imagine what it would feel like in the stifling heat of the zoo labs. 70 degrees was terribly hot for her, it was horrific to go outside and get in the car in the terrible summer sun.
Her stomach rumbled, she was hungry again. She found herself getting hungry very quickly after eating. Whereas a sandwich would tide her over for a few hours, she found her belly demanding another after maybe half an hour. She shivered as she thought back to an incident a few nights earlier, she had gotten up and had been incredibly hungry. She had made a terrible mess with the hamburger she had pulled out of the freezer to thaw for meatloaf. She had just about eaten it all, totally raw and bloody.
She hated herself for it, that had been two weeks worth of beef ration. The flu, though it seemed a minor annoyance to humans, was more lethal in other creatures. More and more cattle died every day, and though as far as could be told, there was nothing wrong with the meat, it was difficult to pick up, hose off, and transport all the dead animals.
The larger the creature was the more the virus seemed to killed. The beef industry was devastated, the elephant population was on the verge of extinction, though it didn't seem to affect aquatic mammals for some reason. Horses, dog, and cats suffered a large number of deaths, though not nearly as great as cows. It was mostly centered around domesticated animals, about 60 percent of female cows had died, about 45 horses, pigs, dogs, and cats.
But birds, reptiles, and amphibians seemed to be affected to a lesser degree as well. Thankfully the ease of harvesting chicken and turkey meat made up for the decline in beef. Fish didn't seem to suffer any population declines at all. Rodents took a big hit, but considering how fast they bred, it wouldn't make much of a dent in the population for long.
The ecosystem of the entire planet went a little out of whack, but prey species seemed to be hit harder then predators, so there wasn't going to be any sort of ecological breakdown. The virus was definitely engineered, but no nation had managed to track down the culprits. There had been no demands made, and no offer of a cure or anything of the like. Though there wasn't really any need, almost all the animals still living were immune.
Virologists were puzzled as to how and why it killed only female animals. Michelle's boyfriend, Roger, was one of those who was looking into it, studying the virus for various reasons. In particular he was working on reverse engineering it, to see how it was made, and possible applications of an edited virus.
Valfane Industries had made a lot of money in the past few months, as at the first signs of mass death of animals, they had slaughtered most of their female feeder cattle, and was quick to devise methods of quick gathering of meat from dead animals in the field. Their beef stockpiles were helping several nations from the brink of starvation.
Shifting her thoughts from the virus, back to the food, Michelle pulled out the extra large pizza that the delivery place had sent over by accident. She had ordered a medium, but they had hit the wrong button or something, and she had gotten this leviathan of a meat lover's pizza instead. Though at the moment she felt famished. She pulled three slices out of the box and put them on a plate, returning the pizza to the fridge and pulling out the bowl containing Star's dinner of chicken and kibbles.
She went into the living room, gently nudging the big cat so that she'd scoot over and share the couch. Star seemed quite cooperative when she noticed that her own had lunch, jumping down to the floor to eat from her bowl.
Michelle flipped the TV From the news channel, not knowing how it got there, usually she kept it on Animal Planet. The news was all doom and gloom and boring scientific talk about various aspects of the virus. In the last few days it had been about missing people, violent outbursts, and studies in the changes in body chemistry resulting from the damned virus.
So, rather then watch the news, Michelle sat and watched slugs mates as she ate her pizza, beginning to feel kind of sleepy. She yawns, setting her plate on the end-table and shutting the TV off. She couldn't believe she had managed to polish off all three slices. Usually she had trouble finishing off one.
The zoologist giggled to herself, if she kept this up, she was going to get fat. Or she already was. Some of her clothes had started to feel funny, not fitting properly. Her bras had been the first article of clothing she had abandoned, they felt too tight. Her shoes had begun to feel a little odd as well. Maybe she was having a late growth spurt or something. Michelle hoped not, at 6'0" it was hard enough to find things in the proper sized anyway. Well, unless you wanted super baggy or incredibly tight clothes.
Speaking of clothes, Star seemed to take a keen interest in the remaining article of clothing on her mistress' body. The leopard playfully took one leg of Michelle's shorts in her teeth and began to pulled. Michelle just chuckled and pushed herself up, letting the leopardess pull them off. Apparently the feline had expected more resitance, and fell over, a surprised look on her face for a few moments, before dropping the shorts and calmly cleaning her face with a paw, as if trying to make Michelle believe she had meant to do that.
"Oh you silly cat." Michelle said with a grin.
The leopard was back on the sofa, nuzzling her owner's legs. The zoologist sighed, petting the snow leopard's head. "I recognize the signs, you're going into heat again, aren't you? You're never this friendly unless you want something, or I'm doing something important and you're not the center of attention."
Star simply yawned, then seized the waste-band of her owner panties and began to pull. "Oh... you!" Michelle chuckled at the playful feline, her giggling turning into a yawn of her own. Star usually took a nap after dinner, and Michelle had been feeling increasingly tired and sore the past few days.
Looking quite proud of herself, the snow leopard put a paw on Michelle's leg, looking up with large eyes. "Okay, okay, nap time. I know." the zoologist said as she got up, Star on her heels as she walked to the bedroom. It was nice, cool, and dark, kept at a lower temperature then the rest of the house, as Michelle liked it chilly when she slept covered with blankets, though recently she had taken to just using one.
She flopped down onto the bed, enjoying the sensation of the smooth bedspread against her skin. She pulled the covers back, preparing to slide in when Star crawled up beside her. The leopard's soft fur felt so nice against her bare skin. Feeling increasingly sleepy, Michelle hugged Star to her, wrapping her arms and legs around her furry friend, gasping softly as the soft fur touched her bare thighs and breasts. With the feline's head right by her ear, Michelle heard Star's quiet purr, usually more felt then heard, as the mechanism that made the sound audible didn't work so well with big cats, but they rumbled happily anyway. The two quickly drifted off to sleep, snuggled up together.
--Tuesday Morning--
Michelle's dreams were of an unusual sort, they were more emotions then images. Exhilaration of running, the satisfaction in catching prey, the delight of the feel of warm blood in her mouth, and the sheer pleasure of being mated, thrust into from behind by a powerful male, teeth clamped down on the scruff of her neck.
She woke with a half moan, half growl as she climaxed, startling Star awake. Michelle pulled herself off of the soft furred feline, flopping down onto the bed, taking in deep breaths. She was sweating, like she had been exerting herself for quite some one. A powerful, sexual dream like she had just had might be the reason behind her body's soreness.
But what had she been dreaming about? Michelle couldn't quite remember. Whatever it was, it was something she found incredibly arousing. She had cum just about as hard as she could remember, and much harder then her usual sessions with Roger went. Though she adored her boyfriend, he just couldn't get her off as well as several of her toys could.
Another moan escaped Michelle's lips as Star ran her tongue up her thigh, over her sex. "Oh! Oh God, Star!" Michelle moaned, "Stop that!"
But the feline wasn't having any of it, seemingly content to lap up the human's juices. Another lick over the opposing thigh. "Mmm... stop it!" Michelle said through clenched teeth, bucking her hips as the leopard's tongue slid over her sex again. The rough texture of Star's tongue sent a shiver through Michelle's body.
"Stop." she said again, weakly, reaching down to push the leopard's head away. But with another lick, this one directly on her sex, over her clit, the push instead became petting.
"Ooooh... I've change my mind. Don't stop, Star." Michelle said softly, spreading her legs a little wider to give the leopard full access. She knew that this was something that she shouldn't be doing, but it just felt so good to do it, to have an animal pleasuring her. It felt... oddly normal, like it was something that she had done a hundred times before, no reservations about it whatsoever.
"Oh fuck..." she murmured, "Oh fuck! Oh yes!" the zoologist moaned as she was eaten out by the big cat. She wrapped her legs around the feline's head, Star's soft fur enhancing her pleasure. Michelle's hands found their way to her breasts where they caressed her plentiful orbs, teasing her nipples.
Being pleasured by her cat was the hottest thing Star had ever done, just the thought of it sent shivers of ecstasy through her body. It wasn't long, perhaps a minute, before she came again, this time not making much of a mess as the leopard licked up every drop. The leopard flopped onto her side, licking her lips and looking up at her mistress.
Michelle sat up, panting, once again out of breath. "Shit, Star, where the hell did you learn to do that?" she said with a loud exhalation. She sat up, and felt a wetness trickle down her breasts. Was she... lactating? No way.
A soft mewl from Star drew Michelle's attention away from the droplets on her breasts. The cat was laying on her back, legs spread, her sex wet and glistening, her belly fur wet from both the cat's own needs and Michelle's first climax.
The zoologist licked her lips and began leaning towards the leopard. It was only fair to return the favor after all. Once again she felt no resistance to the act, her inhibitions gone. What she did in her bedroom was her own business, and Star certainly wasn't going to tell anybody. The snow leopard was in heat, and Michelle was perfectly capable of taking care of it, to their mutual pleasure.
Her tongue left her mouth and she leaned down toward the leopard's crotch, the musky scent of feline desire hitting her. She liked it, it smelled good, it made her horny as well. She closed her eyes, leaning down slowly, waiting for the first taste to hit her tongue.
And then the phone rang. Startled out of her fit of lust by the sound, Michelle rolled across the large bed to the phone on the nightstand. She picked up the receiver and held it to her ear. "Hello?"
"Hey Michelle," said Roger, "Sorry to have to do this, but I'm going to have to cancel our date tonight, and probably our plans for the weekend, we stumbled onto something big here. I swear I'll make this up to you when I'm a millionaire."
Michelle chuckled, that line was nothing new. "Really, I mean it this time. I'm not allowed to talk about it, but seriously, this is going to make all of us here at the lab so much money."
"That's great, sweetie, I'm happy for you. But tell them if they keep working you like this, they just might have an angry zoologist unleashing a fearsome snow leopard in their offices, intent on freeing her overworked boyfriend from the drudgery of the ruthless taskmaster's whips and chains."
It was Roger's turn to chuckle, "With Star? Give me a break. She'll be happily rubbing up against everybody's legs and nosing open desk drawers looking for snacks, the silly cat."
"Yup, silly cat." Michelle said with a smile, a shiver going through her body. Had she really been inches from tongue fucking an animal?
"Are you doing ok?" the virologist asked, "Anything weird? Changes in behavior, sudden sharp pains, unexplained bumps, or unexplained breast enlargement?"
"Oh don't you wish. Well, my bras are feeling a bit tight, but no more then they do if I gain a few pounds and am retaining water, and considering that I've been pigging out the last few days, that's not surprising. Why do you ask?"
"Aaaah, nothing. Just some common side effects of the virus. Precursors to secondary symptoms, though I haven't been told what they are, just that they're bad. Can't blame me for wanting to make sure you're okay. I'm mean you're all alone with nobody but Star for company, and I'm not going to be able to get over there much, if at all, for the next week. If you start feeling sick, babe, you call me right away and head over to your sisters' place."
"Aren't you worried I might be corrupted and become an incestuous lesbian?" Michelle teased, her younger sisters, twins, were indeed amorously entwined with one another.
"Worried? Hell, I'm praying for it to happen. I'll call you right after dinner, you have fun, and don't work whatever it is that you were using right before I called too hard. I don't want you to wear it out before I get back."
Michelle giggles and looks over at Star. "I don't think there's much chance of that. Thank to you later, Rog."
"Bye, kitten!"
--Tuesday Afternoon--
The zoologist found it difficult to concentrate on her work, a dull ache in her loins that persisted throughout the day. She hadn't begun to feel hungry until about one in the afternoon, and had skipped breakfast entirely. Michelle had eaten the rest of the huge pizza and afterwards had begun to feel more then a little lethargic.
She stripped off her shorts and panties and flopped down on the couch, seeking to quell the annoying ache in her sex. She mmmed happily as she slid two fingers into her already dripping sex, the other hand moving up her trim belly to play with her breasts. Or at least that's what she had in mind. That idea was derailed when rather then smooth skin, her hand encountered a pair of rubbery feeling bumps that sent shivers through her body as her fingers ran over them.
Startled, the girl sat up, looking at the new additions to her body. Nipples. She had four new nipples on her belly. Though not bumps, they were most definitely unexplained additions. Michelle stared at them, awe struck. They hadn't been there last night, and she didn't remember them being there when she brushed her teeth this morning. They had grown in during the five hours between her getting up and now.
"That's... that's impossible." Michelle said to herself, pinching one of them to confirm the reality of the situation. She cried out loudly with pleasure, it had felt incredible, the new additions to her body were quite sensitive. She needed to call Roger, this was something she had been warned about. But she felt so horny now, she wanted to play with her body, wanted to fuck, wanted to cum. Needed to cum.
She began to caress her new nipples, laying her hand lengthwise across her belly, so that she could touch two at the same time, and stroked herself in a lazy to and fro motion. Rather then go to her sex, her other hand sought one of her breasts, the gentle squeeze she gave it sent a small trickle of milk down her tanned skin. "Oh fuck, I AM lactating!"
With a sharp intake of breath, Michelle came, just from caressing her breasts and nipples. But rather then douse the fires of need within her, her climax seemed only to stoke them. She wanted more. The zoologist continued to rub and stroke herself. "Mmm.... fuck! I wish I had my vibrator!" she said in a half snarl. It was in her toy drawer, the top one of her dresser, but she couldn't keep her hands off herself long enough to go and get it.
Mmm... it felt so good, but she wished she had something inside her, fingers, tongue, cock, or any suitably shaped and sized object. It didn't matter. If she had been out on the street, Michelle was pretty sure she would have tackled the nearest guy, ripped off his pants, and forcibly fucked him right in front of everyone. A shiver went through her body at the very thought of it. She felt warm, she was blushing. She wanted to fuck where everyone could see, but it shamed her at the same time.
A cold nose pressed against her side brought her ought of her fantasies. "Go away, Star, Mommy Michelle is busy." the zoologist said, wanting to push the leopard away, but couldn't keep her hands off herself. The jumped up, putting both forepaws on the couch, dropping something onto Michelle's belly.
The zoologist looked down at it. Her double headed dildo, the shiny black rubber unmistakable. She didn't use it often, and kept it in the back of her toy drawer. She stopped playing with herself for a moment, staring at the leopard. Star would have had to have stood on her hind legs, gripped the drawer handle with her teeth, pulled it open, then gotten up on the desk next to it so she could pick it up and carry it. It was far too complex of a task for an untrained animal to do by herself, when essentially asked to.
Michelle stared at the leopard, Star's tail swaying from side to side, her eyes bright and wide, looking at her owner pleadingly. It wasn't the vibrator that Michelle had spoken her desire for. It was an item that could be used to satisfy two females. Star was in heat, and wanted to be fucked. And she knew exactly the item to get to fulfill Michelle's desire and her own. "No way..." she said softly.
Biting her bottom lip, Michelle eased one end of the large dual dildo into her awaiting sex, turning the other end upward, looking at the leopard all the while. "Okay," she said, "Let's see if you know what to do with it."
And to Michelle's amazement, Star did. The leopard hopped up onto the couch, positioning herself over Michelle, then slowly began to lower herself down, allowing the zoologist to guide the fake phallus into her pet.
She was stunned by Star's actions, her jaw agape, which allowed for the feline to press her muzzle up against Michelle's lips, Star's rough tongue slipping into her mistress' mouth. French kissing was definitely not a normal behavior for felines. But the strangeness of the whole situation quickly vanished from Michelle's mind as the feline began to thrust, stimulating them both with the dildo.
The two of them were insatiable, Michelle lost track of the number of times she climaxed, feeling so hot fucking an animal, her breasts and nipples rubbing up against Star's soft fur, the leopard's loving tongue in her mouth. Michelle faintly recognized that she was in a state of animalistic heat, she knew she needed to call Roger and tell him about this, as it was decidedly a major change in behavior, but she couldn't bring herself to pull away. It felt so good to fuck Star, to kiss her, caress her, feel the feline's soft fur against her body.
--Tuesday Evening--
"Michelle? We need to go. I need to take you to the lab, run some tests, make sure you're not..." Roger called, moving quickly around Michelle's house, looking for his girlfriend, finally finding her on the couch, in amorous embrace with Star. His jaw dropped at the sight.
"Well, it looks like you're affected too." he said with a sigh.
Michelle's eyes widened, and she broke the kiss with Star. "Roger... I... I don't know what's happening to me. Mmm... it's scary, but it... oooh... feels so good." she said, turning bright red, "But I can't stop. Please help me." she asked, tears in her eyes.
With a sigh Roger lifted the leopard off his girlfriend, making a disgusted face as Star licked him. He shook his head as he looked at Michelle's naked form, her extra nipples now featuring small swellings around them, obviously becoming breasts. The crying girl looked up at her boyfriend, shivering and snuffling. "Please don't be mad at me." she said softly.
Roger smiled, reaching down and stroking her cheek. "It's okay, it's happening to a lot of women right now. It's all over the news. We discovered it at the lab, but we didn't think that it would affect every single women on the planet, which is pretty much what's happening. You're all changing. Your DNA has been altered, it looks like every human female on the planet is only going to be partially human from now on."
"H... how far is it going to go?" the transforming girl asked, eyes wide, afraid.
"We don't know. The company is letting us bring in our friends and family. We'll be able to watch the progression of the changes, and keep you safe and secure if... something happens. Some women have already changed into complete animals mentally."
Michelle clung to her boyfriend as her hand wandered down to the crotch of his jeans. "I don't want to be an animal." she whimpered, unaware of what her hand was doing.
"We're going to try and develop something that will reverse the changes, or at least hold them off. Even if we can't we have some other... processes that we can use to make the best of certain aspects of changed women. It'll be okay, I'll take good care of you." Roger said, smiling down at his girlfriend. He gave one of her ears a playful flick.
"They're getting pointed. I think you just might be turning out to really be my kitten after all." he chuckled, kissing Michelle on the nose. The transforming girl's tear stopped and she smiled.
"Now, just sit here and I'll pack some things. Do you... still wear clothes?" Roger asked, getting up, gently prying his girlfriend's hand from his crotch.
Michelle shakes her head. "No, not much. Just panties, skirts, and shorts. Shirts itch, and my shoes and bras don't fit. That and everything feels so warm now. Is... is that okay?"
Roger shrugged, "They're your breasts, if you want to show them off, that's your decision. They've completely abandoned trying to enforce the indecent exposure laws, anyway. So it doesn't really matter."
"We can bring Star, right?" Michelle asked, looking down at her feline lover. "She's... somethings happening to her too. I think she understands me. She's gotten a lot smarter. She brought me this," she pointed to the dildo, "When I said something about wanting a vibrator. She's in heat too, and needed it as much as I did. Y... you're sure you're not mad at me for... making love with Star?"
Roger shakes his head, pulling several suitcases out of a nearby closet. "Sweetie, it's a completely normal thing for you to be doing right now. You can't help it, you're in heat and operating on brand new instincts. I'm not going to be angry at you for something you can't control. And besides, it is... well... kind of hot. Can't say I haven't thought about kitty sex once or twice myself. Weird things cross your mind when you're a guy, and if she learns how to talk, I don't think I'd have a problem snuggling up to her myself. I wouldn't mind having two kittens to keep me company."
Michelle smiled, her gaze turning back to Star as Roger went to pack. "Hear that, kitty? All you have to do is learn how to talk and you've got a date with a male." she said with a grin. Star's tail swished from side to side at that, walking over to nuzzle Michelle's hand.
--Wednesday Afternoon--
Michelle lay back in her bed, purring happily. The needful ache in her sex was almost gone. It was entirely tolerable now, no need to act out on it. The marathon sex session with Star had helped to ease it down a little, but the moment Roger came inside of her, filled her up so nicely, her needful desire had almost vanished entirely.
She was definitely becoming a feline, no doubt about it. The changes to her ears had continued, making them larger and triangular, halfway to being true feline ears. Her face seemed to be in the opening stages of becoming a feline muzzle. Her canine teeth were loose, x-rays showed that sharp fangs had appeared beneath them, and were pushing her old teeth out. She even had a nub at the base of her spine, the beginnings of a tail. Her tongue had begun to feel a little sandpapery as well.
Michelle didn't mind at all. Now that she knew what was happening, it wasn't scary at all. Quite frankly it was kind of fun. Though the needles hurt a bit when she got blood samples taken, the more pleasurable things. Like being milked. Almost half the girls that came in had begun to lactate.
Seeing the other girls, Michelle didn't feel so scared anymore. She wasn't going through her changes alone. Almost everybody else had at least one or two minor animalistic features. Some had claws instead of nails, other had fully developed tails already, a rare few actually had the beginnings of fur on their bodies. Though Michelle's favorite was the cute 16 year old girl she'd run into in the shared bathroom on this floor.
She girl was becoming some kind of lizard or frog or something. She looked completely normal, except for the fact that when fully extended, she had a two foot long tongue. Michelle purred louder remembering the fun they'd had, the girl had known exactly how to use it too.
Michelle rather liked the dormitories. Four bedroom apartments with a shared living room and kitchen, five apartments to a floor, the middle area on one side dedicated to a group bathroom. The bedrooms each had two beds. For the most part it seemed to be six girls and two males to each cluster.
Michelle's sisters shared one of the rooms. Roger had picked them up on the way over. Lily and Rose didn't much mind their changes either. Both were becoming cows. Rose had the beginnings of an udder, while Lily had tiny horns and enlarged, teat-like nipples.
The catgirl-becoming yawned and scooted over, seeing Star walk into the room. The snow leopard seemed to be over her heat, after being mated by a panther the researchers in one of the buildings had on hand for other experiments. Michelle smiled at her pet and lover, Star was definitely becoming more human.
There had already been several dramatic physical changes, Star had breasts now for one, small ones, but larger then the secondary ones Michelle had developed. The leopard also seemed to be growing hair. At the moment it looked like a white buzzcut poking out of her headfur, but it was definitely analogous to positioning for a human. Her forepaws had also begun to change a bit, and her legs seemed to be lengthening, and her body shortening. Not much, just a few centimeters since the last time Michelle had made measurements. Judging from her actions alone, Star was at least as smart as a dumb human.
Michelle looked forward to the day when the two of them could talk. But right now kissing and snuggling communicated volumes. Michelle purred happily as Star nuzzled her neck. The two of them had spent an hour yesterday just laying in the sun, cuddled up to each other, and both were content to do it again.
"I've got some tests in a little bit." she told Star, "In exchange for room and board, they do tests on us to see what's going on, and trying to find a cure. I've got a couple of injections, and some sort of thing they call instinct testing. So you'll have to find somebody else to play with." Michelle said, licking the leopards nose.
Star nodded, a continuous up and down motion to show that it wasn't a fluke. Michelle's eyes widened. "You understand me?" A nod. Michelle hugged the leopard tightly. "Awesome! Now I'm not going to be referred to as the weird cat lady for talking to you all the time."
A snort from the feline. "Though I suppose if I'm turning into one, I just might really be a weird cat lady." Michelle said with a purring chuckle.
--Wednesday Testing--
Michelle was gently guided to lay back on the examination table, a doctor or a scientist, she couldn't tell, hovering over her, taking measurements of her. "Well, Michelle," he said, "It looks like you're growing. You're an inch and a half taller since last night. The pace of your change seems to be amongst the quickest we've seen here. Your breasts also seem to be increasing in size at a steady rate, with and without the presence of milk."
The transforming girl purred happily, enjoying the attention to her naked body. She almost mewled in protest when the doctor took his hands off of her and walked over to the refrigerator nearby. "Now, we have several formulae that we'd like to test, the ones I'll be giving you today are fast acting hormone treatments. You should feel the effects of them in a few minutes. Six will be injections into your breasts to increase their milk production and size. The other injection will be a test to see if we can arouse, if you pardon the term, a state of heat in you. If that's okay?"
Michelle nodded and purr-chuckled, "Sure Doc, I love being milked, and being in heat isn't too bad, especially when there's all sorts of guys and girls around to help me with that." she said with a smile. She suddenly blushed, realizing what she had just said, and the fact that she had been walking around naked all day.
"Oh... geez..." she whispered softly.
"Pardon?" the doctor asked, getting the first series of shots ready.
Michelle just shook her head, "It's nothing. I just... realized that I've been walking around naked with everyone able to see every bit of me, and I hadn't even thought about it until now."
"Nothing wrong with that," the doctor said pleasantly, "It's an instinctual thing, I'm sure, and it's not like anyone is offended. I'm willing to bet that the entire teenage male population of the civilized world are about to pass out due to the lack of blood flow due to those instincts that seem to be present in most females now."
The doctor wheeled a small stand with a tray on it over to the exam table, and rubbed down Michelle's nipples and the surrounding area with a bit of alcohol on some cotton balls. "Now, this is probably going to sting a little bit, but it'll be over quickly." he said, gently taking one of Michelle's upper breasts in hand, causing the girl to moan, her breasts were incredibly sensitive.
She arched her back and gasped as the cold needle slid into her flesh, the strangely colored liquid inside rushing into her. "Did it hurt that much?"
"No, oh no! It felt... good. Do it again!" Michelle said with a smile on her face. The doctor proceeded to do just that, giving the other five injections quickly, with Michelle writhing in pleasure on the table. She lay there in a state of pleasured bliss, stroking her breasts, a little out of touch with her environment. She didn't even notice the jab of the last injection in her rump.
Michelle wasn't sure how long she'd been in the room alone when she came to her senses after a few climaxes. She sat up on the exam table and looked around. "Doc?" she asked the empty room. She noticed that rather large puddle of her own juices pooled between her thighs, and she blushed, turning red nearly head to toe.
She pushed herself up off the table, dropping onto the floor. As she walked she felt her thighs rub together, the friction seeming to create a sudden burning heat in her loins. She sit her bottom lip as she grabbed a few paper towels. She tried to walk back to the exam table, but she couldn't keep upright, dropping to her knee from the need each step created.
She crawled to the table, finding her chin on level with the bottom of the table. The scent filled her nose, the scent of her own sexual juices excited her further, they smelled so good... she couldn't help herself as she lapped them up. Every last drip and dribble of sticky, salty sweetness.
She needed sex so badly now, not just sex, cock. She needed a male. Needed to be filled with a male's essence, she needed hot, wonderful seed inside of her. She was a feline in heat, eager to be filled with kittens. She yowled loudly, advertising her need to any nearby male. Against all odds in this sterile, human made place, a male was there in a moment.
Michelle purred and rubbed against his soft, sleek spotted fur, white, gray and black. Beautiful. She didn't waste any time, presenting her rump to him, which the snow leopard quickly accepted, his spiny cock entering her and making her cry out. It felt so good. Everything began to blur, the maleness inside of her becoming the focus of her world, anything outside her male didn't matter.
Mmm, his soft belly fur against her back, his paws on her shoulders. Oooh... but then there were her nipples, all six of them, rubbing against the smooth, cool floor with each thrust. She couldn't hold back, nor did she want to, she just wanted to cum again and again and again...
--Friday Morning--
And again the animal thrust into her, every muscle in his body stiffening as he erupted inside of her. She roared as he came, her own climax triggered. She pressed back against him and... sat up in bed?
Michelle looked around, confused and panting. It had all be a dream, a wonderful, incredibly erotic dream. Her sheets and blankets were soaked with sweat and sexual fluids. But she wasn't in her room. It looked more like a hospital room. Confused, she pushed the call button and waited.
She felt funny, kind of heavy. She pulled the sheet from her body to reveal six large breasts, all of equal size, all sporting large black nipples. Wow, the injections had worked quite well. But something looked... funny. Her skin was weird. She ran a hand over her leg, and felt soft velvet. Fur. She had fur. It was only stubbles right now, but it was fur nonetheless, a white pelt in the making.
The catgirl purred happily, rather glad she was getting fur. Her nails had turned black as well, and had begun to change shape, slowly becoming claws. Her rough tongue probed around her mouth, and found her canine teeth missing, tiny nubs in her gums were poking out however. She rolled onto her side and looked back, the tiny nub at the base of her spine was a good six inches long. She had a tail!
It was then that the nurse came in, a horsegirl judging from the braided tail that swayed back and forth behind her as she walked. "So how are you feeling, Michelle?" she asked, bringing in a tray of food.
"I feel really good." the catgirl purred, "What happened? I remember being in the exam room and then I started dreaming about... sex." she said, blushing a little, which just made the horsegirl grin.
"Yeah, me too recently. You passed out just after the injections, your body went into a mode to conserve resources, as it was using a lot to make changes. You're not the only one that's had that happen. A lot of the girls are having it happen. Something in the breast augmentation injections seems to trigger it. They've stopped using them and are trying to isolate the problem. But I have to admit that it did seem to do the job." the horsegirl said, licking her lips, reaching out to cup one of them.
"You slept through yesterday, we had you on a nutrient drip most most of that, but your vitals went back up this morning, so we took you off of it." the nurse said, her other hand finding another of Michelle's plentiful breasts, bringing her face slowly towards the catgirl's, "I expect that you're absolutely ravenous so I brought you your breakfast and maybe I could have a little drink?"
The nurse pressed her lips against Michelle's the catgirl's parting almost instinctively, letting the horsegirl's tongue into her mouth. The sound of someone clearing his throat broke the two girls out of their embrace.
"Nurse Peters," Roger said with a grin, "We all appreciate your hands on bedside manner, but I do believe that it anybody should be pawing my girlfriend right after she wakes up, then it ought to be me."
The horsegirl blushes and looks down at the floor, "I'm sorry sir, it's just that I've been feeling kind of funny after the treatment you gave me. But my changes seem to have stopped for the moment. Thank you." she said as she quickly scurried out of the room.
Roger sat down next to Michelle's bed, allowing the feline to satisfy her hunger. The moment food came within arm's reach she was all over it, gobbling everything down, barely even pausing to taste it.
"Well, it looks like the milk and breast enhancement formula works like a charm. Shame about the side effects. I'm sure we'll get those out of there soon. I'm glad you're okay, I was worried." Roger said, putting his hand over Michelle's, gently stroking her velvety fur.
"Your eyes look pretty like that." he said with a grin.
"Like what?" Michelle asked.
"Elliptical. Cat-like. You look kind of like an elf with those half-and-half ears."
Michelle reached up and felt her ears, they were sticking out from the sides of her head a bit, in the middle of taking on the triangular feline shape.
"Star started talking last night."
"Really?"
"Yup, she's having difficulty making the proper sounds, but she's getting there. It's amazing, her changes are the fastest out of any we've seen here. Her forepaws are at the rudimentary hand stage now, and her hind legs are progressing nicely to allow a bipedal stance. Her breasts have developed fully, rivaling those massive mammaries you have, though you have her beat in number by two. She's also become a voracious reader and has taken an interest in the virus as well as many of our projects. She's incredibly smart.
Michelle smiled, "I'd love to talk to her."
"Later. Right now we have to get you milked, take measurements, and document your changes." Roger says, giving one of Michelle's breasts a squeeze, drawing a pleasured moan from the feline girl.
--Friday Evening--
Michelle purred, snuggled between the two cowgirls on the large bed the two of them shared in their room. Lily didn't seem to be changing all that much, there had been no changes or additions to her form save for the increased size of her bust due to lactation. Rose on the other hand seemed to be progressing as fast as Michelle, her udder had grown and was now fully functional, her breasts were expanding rapidly as well, and there appeared to be at least a second pair growing in, as there were two teat-like nipples below her original breasts, which also sported teats, but there were four more on her tummy, and lacked the characteristic swelling around them to eventually become breasts.
Rose has a tail, a fully formed cow's tail. and her feet were definitely on the road to becoming hooves. Her nails had become black and grown thick as well, and the fingers were merging into two digits. Her face had begun to flatten out, and her ears where already quite cow-like. She had two tiny nubs that were to become horns, but she had yet to develop a cow-like pattern, or fur of any sort.
The catgirl licked and suckles at Rose's breast, enjoying her sister's sweet milk and sweeter caresses. Michelle enjoyed the cuddling, erotic contact being breasts only, which was still enough to make any of the three of them climax, accompanied by kissing and snuggling. It was quite a fun way to spend the afternoon.
She found that she missed Star. After all the feline had been the center of her research and her best friend since she was a kitten, Michelle had never been a day without seeing her, and now it had been two, although Thursday didn't really count, as she had slept through it, having those nice dreams about sex with a snow leopard male. Her cunt muscles ached from all the movements they'd made during her dreams.
Just then the nature program on the TV was replaced by the Global News Network logo, which was in short order followed by the seal of the President of the United States, followed by the man himself.
"My fellow Americans, it is with a heavy heart that I say this, but in the interests of this nation, and the entire world, I feel that it has to be done. After discussions in an emergency meeting of Congress, and weighing all options, it is felt that until the scope of what our mothers, sisters, daughters, and wives are undergoing, and until we can discover how far things will progress, that until that time this ordinance will be in effect. From this moment on, women's right as you know them have ceased to exist..." |
(M tf H demi-Houndoom, Lopunny, Salazzle, Goodra,
Lucas and Jonas watched another batch of new recruits walk past talking loudly with one another, patting each other on the back after a long day. It is the Team Rocket base hidden north-east of the Lake Of Rage in a remote location at the foot of the mountain range that divides Johto and Kanto regions. Unlike the base south of the lake, this one had no front- rather it was for recruitment training and storing 'goods' that don't have a destination yet.
Lucas huffed, crossing his arms as he leaned against the wall. "How long do you think it will take for them to realize this isn't a summer job?"
"Ah, come on, let them have their fun. People work harder when they are having fun."
"Bah."
"Your just sour grapes because you had to rely on this job once you realized your art career was a flop."
"Hey- Lucas Arts will be famous one day! In the distant future, when we are off fighting wars in the stars."
"You don't actually believe Team Rocket is going to space, do you?"
"How else are we going to catch Deoxys? Man... to extend our reach to the stars above!"
"To denounce the evils of truth and love?"
"Huh?"
"Never mind." They started to walk to the rather nice lunch room which had a full kitchenette. "But the one thing I never really got is the goal. Do you know Lucas? Because I seem to get a different answer from everyone I ask. I need the job so I am a Rocket regardless, I just want to know what exactly we are working toward."
"Stealing... pokemon. How... how did you not already know that?"
"Yes but why?"
"Because pokemon can do all sorts of things with their powers? Pokemon can be crazy strong."
"So we steal people's pokemon, to use their powers?"
"Yup."
"Even though its against the law. Opposed to, oh I don't know, buying a pokeball for pocket change and just catching a pokemon yourself legally?"
"Yea, but some pokemon are really rare."
"...most of the Rocket members I have run into are using Zubats. Also, if 12 year olds can do it how would an entire army of organized adults not manage it? And then what, sell the pokemon for money? Instead of just training your own and kicking the shit out of some loser on Route 1 and legally forcing him to pay you half of his money, which might I point out is probably enough for many pokeballs in which to capture more pokemon. It is harder and less profitable by stealing someone else's pokemon- we are doing what everyone else is basically doing, only the stupid way."
Lucas shrugged. "Look, I am not the one in charge. If Giovanni wants to be an idiot- let him. We still get our pay. I mean if any old pokemon was good enough, literally everything is a pokemon."
"Hah, well they aren't quite THAT easy to get, but yea."
"No really. Uhhh, here." He grabbed a bowl out, dumped some milk in it, then some eggs, then a bit of sugar, then chemical X and beat it thoroughly. "Boom. It's a pokemon." Jonas laughed. "No really, its literally a pokemon." He tipped the bowl toward Jonas revealing the pokemon Alcremie sitting in the bowl where the materials had been.
"AH! What the fuck? You can just MAKE a pokemon? That's... kinda fucked up."
Lucas went over to the freezer and rummaged around a bit. "You are looking a little pale, maybe a frosty treat will cheer you up."
Jonas looked over and lowered his brows as Lucas held out Vanillite, the ice cream pokemon. "Yup, your food is pokemon. Oh, shoot look at that, the garbage can is full, someone better take it out." He pulled the nearly full bag out revealing it had a face on the side- it is a Trubbish- a literal garbage bag pokemon. "OH, and lest we forget." He slammed a pokeball down on the counter between them.
"... going to make me guess what is inside?"
"Inside?" He slowly turned the ball around to reveal it had eyes- it isn't a pokeball at all, its a Voltorb. "Literally everything." He went to put the Vanillite back in the freezer and the fridge chuckled at his touch. It was the freeze form of Rotom. Lucas just motioned to the fridge. "Fucking, everything."
"Huh, so when my mom told me when I was little if I didn't change my underwear it might turn into a pokemon, she might not have been kidding."
After their lunch break, the two of them started to wander the halls. Things had been slow lately, which was good for them.
Jonas looked at Lucas. "So... how.... hard are the fights usually?"
Lucas shrugged. "You have been on two missions with me already, you should kn- oh, right you were just on transport duty then. Yea, they stuck newer people with the garbage tasks. It isn't that bad normally, we don't jack pokemon from high profile trainers for... obvious reasons. Why, what pokemon are you packing?"
Jonas chuckled nervously. "See, I was sort of forced into Team Rocket because I... never learned much about pokemon. Everyone else was into it, and everyone seemed good at it already, i didn't want to compete with everyone so I thought I could just, y'know, get a normal job."
Lucas shook his head. "In a pokemon world."
"Yeaaa... I literally just caught whatever pokemon I first encountered. I don't even really know how powerful it is." He tossed a pokeball onto the floor. "Come, Agumon!"
The light orange dinosaur materialized in front of them looking around confused with its large round eyes. It stood about hip- height.
Lucas narrowed his eyes in confusion. "Where the hell did you even get that thing? That's... not even a pokemon. In a world where literally everything is a pokemon, the first thing you tried to catch is the one thing that isn't a pokemon."
"What do you mean, this isn't a pokemon? The ice cream cone is a pokemon, but the talking dinosaur thing isn't?"
"No that's a Digimon."
Jonas put it back in the ball and then tossed the ball in the trash in frustration. Seeing he needed help, Lucas had an idea, and brought him to the back to show him a huge pod-like machine.
"This was stolen from Bill, the pokemaniac. He was trying to use the technology he already invented to convert living matter into data and back to store pokemon in the PC. He made these pods which basically do the same thing with humans, but rather than store them which would take a monumentally huge HD to store, it just transports them instantly."
"Huh, neat."
Lucas held out a pokeball. "Got a Houndoom in here- standard issue for Johto Rockets. But, see the reason Bill left this thing unguarded and never bothered to report it when it got stolen is it was too easy to screw up. He accidentally fused himself with a pokemon. See, if you place more than one thing in the pod the machine gets confused and mashes their data together thinking there should only be one."
"Sounds dangerous... I mean, what happens if a fly lands in the other pod and you don't even see it?"
"You get a 1986 Dave Cronenberg movie. Anyway, think about it. Pokemon are limited by their knowledge, right? They have more power than they could ever need, but they need trainers to give them direction to actually achieve anything with it. So what if... the trainer and the pokemon were the same thing? Arceus designed pokemon and humans to rely on each other to grow and achieve new levels- to evolve. We can create the next evolution right here."
Jonas was a bit reluctant, but came around quickly enough. The idea did sound cool- be your own best friend. And have all the crazy power that pokemon have in your own hands. Lucas got Jonas to stand in one pod and then released the Houndoom into the pod with him. Unlike a lot of the pokemon Team Rocket had, the Houndoom was actually trained by Rockets, so no worries about conflicting feelings. Lucas closed the pod and went over to activate it. He had seen the machine used many times by fellow Rockets who then post the results on pokemon.alexonsager.net, so Lucas knew how to run the machine, even if he had absolutely no idea what any of the meters or lights indicated. An awful lot of red lights were blinking this time around and as it was transferring he seen the machine was juggling too much energy. There really was a fly hidden in the other pod! Except flies don't exist in the pokemon universe- so really it was a Ditto in disguise.
Jonas watched his form and that of the Houndoom turn to pure energy and in a moment blinked into the other pod. When the intense glow from his energy form started to slowly fade out into a solid form, the traits of the now missing Houndoom started to show up. He grit his teeth at the momentary pain as his forehead was lanced from the inside out, two long, narrow, curved horns grew out quickly, smeared with a bit of blood. The growth of the horns stretched the skin open however which pinched off the broken veins, which soon after rerouted themselves anyway. A pressure built in the bridge of his nose and when he placed his hand on it, he felt the end become textured, cold, and wet. His collar bone started to seethe calcium that caused his skin to bubble a bit on the surface, then the swell of skin started to calcify as it grew out, forming a nearly complete ring of bone around the base of his neck that was fused to his skin on the inside. The last of the excess calcium formed what looked like a small skull at the front, making it almost look like a necklace. The cartilage in his nose popped loudly and his nose extended right before the bone around it also started to stretch out forming a narrow muzzle. He grit his teeth as they stretched into fangs.
Jonas cried out in surprise and his back thudded against the side of the chamber at an unusual and strong feeling between his legs. His tail bone started to extend quickly and he seen his skin bubbling up on his forearms like it had his collar, forming more 'outer bones'. Two shackle-like rings of bone formed at his wrists and then also at his ankles. He arched his torso as he felt three more large ones growing across his back like ribs. His skin color was darkening but did not turn all the way- it was a dark grey-peach on most of his body now except his muzzle and the front of his torso which remained normal peach toned. He seen an odd pink glow seem to surge down his body but then settled and did not show up again- he was not sure what that was about, not yet knowing there was a Ditto in the mix. He had not even noticed at first, but when looking at the bone rings on his wrists Jonas seen he was missing a finger. Houndoom only has three digits, but Jonas had five, so now he has three fingers and a thumb as compromise. The fingers shortened slightly and his nails turned to thick round claws, but otherwise the structure of his hands and feet remained. When his tail finished growing it was long and narrow, about three and a half feet long and tipped with an arrowhead shaped end.
Jonas stumbled out of the other pod, not quite used to moving in this body and feeling quite odd. Lucas broke the bad news to him- that there was a Ditto in the other pod.
"Well, the good news is that the pods were not meant to handle that much energy at once and they overloaded and broke."
"Doesn't... that mean I can't turn back to normal?"
"I mean, yes, but also they cannot be used for evil. More evil. They cannot be used for even more evil. Anyway, you don't look like a gob of chewed bubblegum. Ditto was a mess of a failed experiment, and its genes are unstable, so i think by combining with another being it sort of just became proper. You probably got its Transform ability while the rest of it kind of just... negated. You got a half Houndoom body though man! Darkness and fire- fuckin' metal, brah."
Jonas grumbled in frustration, holding his pants open to look down. "That wasn't the only thing you messed up."
Jonas pulled his pants down to reveal seemingly nothing of note. His penis now slept in a comfortable flesh toned sheath now while his nuts had a fine layer of black fuzz. Jonas lifted his nuts though and revealed the back of the scrotum trailed into large puffy black labia! The Houndoom Lucas chose was the wrong gender! Physical gender differences were not introduced till Gen4! He doesn't normally go around checking what is between their legs! When Lucas went to give Jonas a pokeball to travel in they noticed another bit of a problem- the pokeball was only meant to store 1 thing. They could store his clothes, or they could store him, it can't do both. He would have to be naked, but even Jonas was a bit surprised that he did not really seem to care. Because pokemon are naturally attuned with humans, its personality seemed non existent, but there did indeed seem to be a Houndoom in his head somewhere. Jonas would not have agreed to fighting naked, but the pokemon did not like clothes to begin with- both together created a creature that did not care either way.
The next mission they went on, they were both eager to put their power to the test. Rather than pass Jonas off as a half-human, Lucas explained him away as just a different form of Houndoom. Jonas had to resist the urge to stand on two legs, and his feet were still mostly human in shape so standing on only the ends was a bit awkward, but he won his first pokemon battle! Lucas took on three trainers before they got to their target and defeated them all with Jonas with ease! Their target trainer however was drastically higher level! It was one of the trainers that give out their phone numbers for rematches- unlike 90% of the populace, she actually leveled up. Lucas assured Jonas they would be okay- he had a secret weapon. Houndoominite... why wasn't it named Houndoomite, it sounds so much better. Oh well. Lucas activating it allowed Jonas to Mega Evolve! He grew bigger and stronger- his size increase caused the bone shackles on his rear legs to shatter to bits. The ones on his front legs split open at the front but remained attached. The final bone rib at the base of his neck started to turn forward and grow tremendously turning into a giant bone mantle! His horns turned up and their curve turned instead to a steeper angle, and the skull shaped crest at the front of his collar bloomed into a giant bone shield protecting his lower neck and chest. The final change was a split forming on his arrowhead tail point, making it forked. Or at least that appeared to be the last change. At first Lucas took Jonas attacking on his own without order to be eagerness to use his power. Even after the trainer was defeated though, he attacked the person, and then the area around them, and then even Lucas himself! Being Mega Evolved put him into a blind rage, causing him to attack everything even remotely close to him!
That would be a problem. It isn't much of an ace if its just as likely to fail the mission as not using it. The other Team Rocket members managed to nab the pokemon while Lucas tried to revert Jonas and bail. Mega Evolution caused the Houndoom in him to go berserk, which was too powerful for him to resist. It seemed a shame to have all that extra power and not really be able to use it though, so the two brainstormed back at base. The pods were scrapped. They were not that badly damaged but no one in Team Rocket had the know-how to work with machines that advanced since Fuji left and most of the Mew cloning team was murdered by their own creation. They did still have one trick up their sleeve- transform. So, in order for them to Mega Evolve Lucas suggested they add a much more reserved pokemon- Lopunny. Most pokemon go berserk when Mega Evolved, but Lopunny is normally so timid and weak that it only just barely becomes a fighter by Mega Evolving. You can only use one Mega Stone per battle, but that was fine because they were not directly fusing the pokemon, they were using Transform to take its form and abilities. When he used it, the feeling was almost just like fusing with Houndoom. Ditto had no true shape so when it fused it vanished- but Transform was its ability alone, so using it gave Ditto a shape, causing those traits to manifest the same way Houndoom did. Once Transform and the Mega Stone had been used, Lucas dipped out of the room just in case.
His thigh muscles tightened and round stripes appeared on the dark skin there looking oddly like breaks in leggings he was not wearing. The formerly forked tail fattened up and became a large pom pom on the end of the long narrow tail. His feet devolved, the fourth toe regressing completely away while the three remaining bloated up large and the bottoms grew plush pads to help grip the ground and protect the paws. Even though they were proper paws now, they did not lengthen into proper digitigrade legs. He developed white fur on them that grew especially long at the ankle turning into large balls of fur over the paws. His hands turned white and got a layer of fur as well, but it did not pass the second bone link and never got very long. Jonas' ears got longer, maintaining their narrow and pointed appearance, but eventually got far too huge to hold themselves up and flopped over... and then continued growing. His ears touched the ground and still trailed for another foot of length! He closed his eyes a moment, and when they opened again his sclera had turned black, and his iris were pink instead of brown. The final touch was long wisps of white fur developing at the base of his horns, sort of shaped like fireballs. Normal type had been lost just like with Ditto originally- so Jonas was currently a triple-type pokemon, Fighting, Fire, and Dark.
After a few minutes Lucas came back in. "Well, you aren't trying to burn the base down, so I will assume it worked?"
"I feel... aggressive still but... also weird."
"Weird how?"
Jonas looked at his body. He felt oddly... pent up. Horny for seemingly no reason. His red rocket started to peek from the sheath against his will. He groaned feeling the knot start swelling- since it is at the base of the shaft it often fills faster than the shaft itself. It slid out slow but steady as Jonas just looked spaced out. It was actually a bit longer than his human shaft had been thanks to the knot adding length. It also was not properly shaped like a canine penis though. The glans were still shaped like a humans- the urethra still projected from the end giving it a point, but rather than a depression behind that, there was still the bell shaped human glans! The knot started to swell too large for the sheath to contain, yanking the shaft even further out as it was being rejected from the sheath. Suddenly Jonas' guts gurgled loudly and his belly started to swell out as his canine labia twitched and moistened!
"W-what is happening...?"
Lucas went wide-eyed. "Oh crap, the Lopunny was male."
"And?"
"The Houndoom is female. You have a pokemon of either gender in you which means they can technically reproduce... also in you."
Before Jonas could even begin to question it, his pussy started to stretch open on its own, drooling quite a bit of juices. The large bulge in him started to stuff its way down through him- you could see the bulge move down from the outside. As soon as it started to crest the rest popped out suddenly, and a large football sized egg slid across the floor trailing lube behind it!
"H-how the fuck does... that make any sense?"
Lucas shrugged. "Pokemon eggs aren't really eggs, the shell forms more like a cocoon of sorts. No one really understands it. I mean both pokemon in this case are mammilian- there is no reason they should be laying eggs in the first place." He paused in thought for a moment. "Though I have been wanting a shiny Jonas- dibs if its shiny."
"You are NOT hatching that abomination of nature."
"Aww... well I am also a sucker for a good omelette."
Jonas groaned as his stomach started to swell out again! Argh! There must be an Egg Charm somewhere in the Team Rocket storeroom! His guts gurgled again and the swelling increased speed and Jonas' eyes went wide as he realized the problem- Lucas was walking over to pick up the egg! Lucas has Jonas' pokeball, therefor it regards him as the trainer- every step the trainer takes is another chance to lay an egg! Jonas reverted the changes, abandoning the Lopunny form. So much for that plan. He bent his legs lowering the plush black labia to the floor- still having two eggs to get rid of that were already in place. Once they started to slide out they went much faster than the first- the path already stretched wide and slick with juices. Once Jonas had laid all three eggs, they got back to brainstorming. There was no female Lopunny at the base, so Mega Evolution was off the menu. But transform did still seem to be the way to go to maximize his power.
Lucas left to rummage around the stored pokemon supply to see if there was any good picks. Because they were using Transform the level did not matter at all. Choosing a pokemon was more than just going with what was strong stat-wise, it had to synchronize well with Houndoom. He thought of the perfect combination and hustled back to Jonas, holding out the pokeball and telling him to use transform on it. A mystery ball? Eh, why not. As soon as he used Transform Jonas' hips let out a loud hollow pop and expanded! The flesh and fat around it quickly jiggled from the speed of its own expansion after, swelling up large! His toes all grew thicker but the claws actually regressed away- leaving them devoid of even toenails. The digits were pressed together making them harder to define against one another. The growth of jiggly fat surged into his tail as well with great force! It almost felt like someone yanking on his tail as well, because the growth was trying to force itself down the length almost faster than the skin on the surface was able to expand to keep up! As it stretched wider, patches of regular peach toned skin appeared on the sides forming three large circles when fully expanded. Jonas watched his tail growing and kept thinking it would surely be done growing but it kept going! The growth was so massive the base started to equalize with his hips, which caused the base of the tail to consume the area his anus was supposed to be- instead pushing it to face downward off the base of the tail itself! He bowed his head and closed his eyes a moment from the feeling of the skin stretching on his forehead too. Tentacles grew from his head, coiling around his horns. Two more spots like on his tail appeared on the cheeks of his canine muzzle.
As soon as a drip of translucent green fell from the cheek patches Jonas knew. "Goodra! The slug dragon."
Lucas smiled and nodded. "Dragon type is resistant to all basic elements making them a favorable type to have, even if dragon type attacks aren't that useful. But its ability is Hydration- so if a water type tries to set up on you, they unintentionally make you immune to status effects. Plus thanks to Dragon type resistances- you take neutral damage from Water, even though your part Fire."
"Doesn't that also make me 400% weak to Faerie type?"
Lucas shrugged. "Who is using Faerie type in Johto?"
By the time the gigantic chubby tail finished growing, even Jonas' belly looked a bit rounder just to make room for the girthy base of the tail, so it isn't somehow thicker than the body its attached to. The fur seemed to fall out on those parts that took on the dragon's traits, and the skin was quite taught, so it did not even seem to have pours. It felt extremely smooth and also very bouncy. The skin was pulled tight which helped it retain its form, but the insides were extremely soft and wobbly, negating impacts since its defensive stats are very high. Jonas blushed a bit embarrassed as every time he moved he could feel his huge butt cheeks jiggle a bit, and the lower base of the tail wobbled.
One of the Team Rocket supervisors burst into the doorway. "Hey you tw-.... the fuck is that." He glared at Jonas and then back at Lucas before shrugging. "Well, whatever it is, it seems morally questionable, so I approve. Anyway- new mission, someone is claiming to be a descendant of the ninja from the souvenir shop we are using as a front in Mahogany Town. The HQ there needs us to get rid of them- most of its grunts are in southern Johto dealing with some crazy skilled kid."
Lucas nodded to Jonas and drew him into the pokeball, racing south around the Lake Of Rage to put their new power to the test! Lucas was so confident he went for the disrespect and bounced Jonas' pokeball off the guy's forehead to release his friend. The man was baffled to what pokemon Lucas had sent into battle, even though he had done considerable travelling. Shrugging it off, he tried his best to fight but was unable to do much damage! His pokedex couldn't register Jonas to tell him what his types were, and he has so few weaknesses he wasn't going to be able to guess it either. Jonas wasn't having an easy time dealing damage either however. He tried to use flamethrower but his mouth kept watering, which was obviously bad for making fire. Ick- gooey even on the inside. Then as he tried to concentrate on it, he realized embarrassingly that he did not entirely remember how to use flamethrower. He somehow forgot? Lucas smacked his forehead. Using Transform also gave him Goodra's skill set temporarily- a pokemon can only know four attacks! Even with a human mind he seems unable to know more than four- Flamethrower was temporarily overridden! That wasn't good, he still knew Pursuit so he had a dark type attack, but Dragon's Breath overwrote Flamethrower, and dragon attacks are only strong against other dragons... so generally not very useful. He had Aqua Tail which was a strong hitter still, then unfortunately Transform remained taking a slot on his list even though an actual Ditto would have overridden that skill while transformed.
Their strategy was a shitty one, but it still worked. He used Aqua Tail for decent damage, smacking the other pokemon repeatedly with his chunky tail! Its surface covered in slime that emanated from the discolored spots at the base. The tail was nothing for Jonas to swing around- but as you can imagine from its size and girth it was in actuality extremely heavy. While it was a soft impact, the weight was still enough to rattle the pokemon's brains with each hit. Jonas was so frustratingly hard to damage because of not being able to hit his type weakness, and a massive HP pool and defense that the trainer was forced to switch out to try and find a better match- at which point Jonas used Houndoom's Pursuit, getting same type attack bonus (STAB), and hitting hard before the pokemon was allowed to switch out- feinting it. The fight took longer than most, but Jonas won.
Afterwards when they returned to base, Jonas reverted the Goodra changes and remembered Flamethrower and Crunch again. Goodra was a good pick in theory, but it was so different from Houndoom that they sort of worked against one another. Lucas nodded, heading back into storage and bringing back another ball.
"Salazzle- imported from the far east of here. Another Fire type, but also Poison. You can rock two status effects- but unlike Goodra I think this will sync extremely well with Houndoom. Houndoom's hate fire inflicts a cursed burn that never goes away, Salazzle can spit a corrosive heated venom that can inflict poison even against things that are supposed to be immune to poison. Everlasting burns and the ability to poison literally anything- sounds pretty sweet to me."
Lucas put the pokeball down for Jonas to use Transform on, and then went to report to the supervisor that their mission earlier was a success. The first thing to change was the pads on Jonas' feet regressed, putting his feet flatter on the ground and then he developed a new toe- putting him back up to five as they all grew longer and more narrow! His feet grew a bit longer in the sole as well- finally making him partially digitigrade. His black canine lips started to harden and extend, shaping into points that almost mirrored fangs- somewhat protecting his mouth but making it harder to pronounce words in English. His back cracked on its own and his body shivered from the sensation as both his neck and torso grew slightly longer, making him look a bit more narrow as well, without actually altering his girth. Like with Goodra, his tail got thicker again but not nearly as bad as before. The underside of the tail turned neon pink, and the coloration continued upward, turning his labia, balls, and sheath neon pink to- stopping at the sheath. The dark grey-peach skin finally turned all the way black, since he now had two pokemon in him with the same skin tone. Jonas breathed out heavily, seeing the air shimmer from the heat of his breath. Having two fire types at once was making him feel really... hot. His sheath started to bulge again. Two long narrow strips of skin lifted from the top of his tail, revealing neon pink undersides to it as it put an odd nearly undetectable smell into the air, and Jonas started to feel a little dizzy. His stomach started to bloat up.
Lucas returned to the storage hanger to find an extremely bloating Jonas laying on his back with a pile of five eggs between his legs! "W-what the heck?!"
He tried calling to Jonas but he was entirely out of it, in some sort of daze! Lucas scrambled through the storage to find a box fan and turned it on blasting full tilt at Jonas, who finally snapped out of it after a few seconds, just as another egg popped out!
"What- ooouuugh!" And another egg. "What happened?!"
"I forgot, Salazzle produce a pheromone that controls the minds of nearby males. Both Salazzle and Houndoom are females- but YOU are still male."
Jonas quickly reverted the Salazzle change so he wouldn't unknowingly seduce himself into an egg factory. He still had a gigantic gut containing six more football sized eggs, and remained on his back trying to push those out as quickly as possible. The eggs were so big they also smashed his prostate on the way out- causing his dick to jump and dribble pre from birthing them. Once the eggs were taken care of, Lucas went to the barracks for the night and Jonas went to his pokeball. The two were out of ideas for now- every brilliant idea they had seemed to also have a severe downside. They were both given a rude awakening- red flashing lights going off in the base. Everyone was scrambling around so much it was hard to get an answer, but a supervisor spotted them and told them- the primary Team Rocket HQ they protected the other day was once again at siege... with a 12 year old kid. Having come from the Galar region, he had the Rockets on code red! Everyone had been recalled to HQ but he was defeating them all, even when they gang up on him! He wasn't even switching pokemon- they did so little damage that he just kept using the same one to whoop everyone!
Lucas and Jonas rushed there immediately, seeing so many Team Rocket members laying unconscious at the sides of the halls, it was like walking into a horror film! As soon as Lucas seen the kid's face, his expression hardened. The kid trainer turned and started to walk back toward them, seeing just another easy target to farm money and exp off of.
Jonas looked at Lucas. "I don't know if I can do this man..."
"We have to. This kid... this kid is a fucking monster."
"What? You know him?"
"I know OF him. Name is Victor, he comes from the Crown Tundra in the Galar region... and he is more evil than all of Team Rocket combined. You know of the legendary pokemon Calyrex?"
"No?"
"Exactly. It has the power to create life- to restore nature. It once turned all of the Crown Tundra into a blooming paradise, and then it fell to a frozen wasteland when his powers waned. Well, this dick found Calyrex, went around restoring his power, his old artifacts and even restored his legendary mount. Calyrex had his power back and could restore all of Crown Tundra into a beautiful paradise."
"That sounds great."
"Yea. And then he put Calyrex into a pokeball, thus preventing him from doing any of those things. He gave him back his power only to enslave him for his own uses. And worst of all? Calyrex is legendary, so he isn't allowed in competitive play- the kid just tossed him in storage and never actually uses it, he just keeps it for bragging rights."
"WOW what an asshole!"
Jonas did not even bother putting on his pokemon act this time, standing up on his legs like a man, ready to pounce on the first pokemon the kid sent. He sent Urshifu Rapid Strike Style. Water/Fighting, so it knew both of Jonas' weaknesses, and it is considered a Lesser Legendary- meaning, it was not banned from competitive. It moved so fast Jonas could not even see it! Urshifu slammed its fist into his gut knocking him into the air, then hit him out of the air into a raised knee, then spun and kicked him with the other leg, firing the already unconscious Jonas down the hall like a human missile! Lucas was so shocked he virtually blacked out! Also, because Jonas was the only pokemon he had on him. Lucas rushed him to a pokemon center, releasing him onto the counter for the nurse to look at.
"My buddy needs a rez quick. There is a psycho trainer on the loose."
The nurse looked dazed at the man-pokemon on the counter, then at the package between his legs. "Uh....yea. This pokemon isn't registered on the PC... like, at all. I can't use the machine to heal him so I am going to need to take him to the back and manually do it with items, you will have to wait a minute."
Lucas really started to worry for his friend. What if the doctors could not heal him? He was half human- did that mean potions don't work? They were taking a really long time. Lucas looked at the clock as the minutes passed. The nurse said it would be a minute- but it was nearly twenty by the time they came back out! Lucas sighed in relief seeing his smiling friend emerge again, walking on two legs looking once again in good condition.
"Oh thank Arceus. It was taking forever, I thought maybe because you aren't entirely pokemon that they could not heal you."
"Nah man. Heh. My knot just swelled so big her jaw couldn't open far enough to get her teeth around it."
"Huh?"
"I knotted her face."
Lucas looked at the rather flush looking nurse trying to look as normal as possible as she returned to her post, then back at Jonas. "You fucked the nurse?" Jonas just smiled and nodded. "Aawwww yea!" They high-fived each other as they headed back out of the pokemon center.
They sobered up once outside though. Glancing at each other, then toward the north where their secret base was, then to the HQ currently still under siege.
Lucas huffed. "Maybe we can just tell them he beat us and was gone before we could get back? I mean, we did try. They might not fire us."
Jonas shook his head. "I have been thinking... we don't really need Team Rocket anymore at all. I am half pokemon. You and me have the power we need already, we can just... live like normal trainers. Make money and win our own fights legally."
Lucas thought long and hard on it before nodding. "Y'know... you're right. Lets just go back to base, get our stuff and... leave this shit behind us. I mean, they are being beaten by a single kid. Team Rocket is blasting off at the speed of light."
Jonas nodded sadly. "They better surrender now, or lose the fight. I wish I could have beaten that Victor though. Not even because Team Rocket told us to... he is just a jerk who deserves it, y'know? The greater of two evils."
Lucas bit his lip nervously. "There.... was a hidden weapon I had been thinking about. I... it's... risky."
Lucas brought them back to base, but as he gathered their things he also brought Jonas back to the storage room, to the very back, past an armored door, and then three more armored doors. A huge room was almost completely devoid of anything except four long mechanical arms holding a single pokeball to make sure that it could not make contact with anything, ever. As they looked at it, the air around the pokeball distorted and flickered. Hexadecimal coding could be seen scrolling through the air as the pokemon within tore at the fabric of reality like an angry eldritch God.
"Pokemon #000..."
"Missing No."
Lucas held up a pokeball. "The Pikachu evolutionary family gets way too much credit- even Raichu is... not actually very good, at all. Electric types in general are good, but, Pikachu is kinda butts. There was a rush to steal pikachu because of his popularity, but once actual trainers realized it wasn't any good, well. Let's just say we have a large back-stock of them now. I have had this Raichu I never had a use for, for the longest time." He looked at Missing No. writhing in its ball. "Chaos, save us."
He touched the ball containing Raichu to the other, and like an infection the glitched reality spread to the Raichu ball, causing it to be extremely hard to hold on to. Its form randomly glitched and changed, sometimes so a substance that was not even solid, causing the ball to often slip in his grip. He had to pocket it- not trusting the clasps on his belt to hold it.
Maybe they didn't need Team Rocket anymore. They would walk out and never look back- let Giovanni and his halfwits drive the organisation into the ground on their own. But for now, Lucas ran back to HQ, because one way or another- this boy needs a whoopin'. This time they descended many floors before finding him. Virtually the entire base was trashed, even the admins were knocked out.
Lucas found Victor and walked up behind him, grabbing his black Team Rocket cap and slowly turning it backwards. "So. You think you're the very best?"
Victor huffed and turned around to face him. "The best there ever was."
"You think capturing them all is just some test?"
"No, to train them is my cause."
They both reached for their pokeballs at the same time, Victor sent out Urshifu again and Lucas sent Jonas, and then reached for the glitch ball. The lights started to flicker around them, the air shifted erratically in reaction to the presence of the glitch. Lucas backed up a bit when all the lights suddenly cut out. A single light turned back on, creating a spotlight over Jonas as he stood up straight with a grin, as two of his fangs lengthened slowly.
"Prepare for trouble." He took his second pokemon aspect from the glitch ball. "And make it double."
All the lights in the building started to flicker again and Jonas' eyes started to glow golden.
Lucas smiled and crossed his arms. "Jonas transforms into.... Gorochu!"
The pointed tip of his tail started to expand, remaining much more rigid than the rest of the tail it turned into a lightning bolt in shape. His two top fangs now long enough that they did not fit in his mouth- still overhanging his lower lips when his mouth that closed. A third horn erupted from the middle of his head, causing him to flinch in pain for only a moment- the third horn was perfectly straight unlike the others and thick but only half the length. His cheeks seemed to glow golden a moment before the actual skin color changed to yellow, and a third yellow circle appeared on his forehead just above his eyebrows- all three had a slight tail to them making them shaped like a magatama. Gorochu was a brown-red on most of its body with black stripes and markings, but because Houndoom is mostly black it was the normal peach toned skin of its underbelly that stretched upward forming lightning shaped stripes up his sides. His body became a bit thicker- the transition between chest and stomach no longer noticeable. As the final change the top of his ears became thicker as the cartilage extended making the ends slightly spiked as well- almost making the overall structure of the ear like a rigid fin.
Gorochu was Raichu's evolution- or at least he was supposed to be. Modeled after the God of Thunder and Lightning- Raijin- and a mouse, it only existed in the game's original beta version. Which is why it could only be accessed using Missing No.'s power- Missing No. is entirely comprised of unused data, he is a living archive of lost secrets. Tiny archs of electricity jumped off from Jonas' body and seethed from his glowing eyes as wisps of flame waved in the super heated air be breathed out. Victor quickly used Rainy Day to boost Water and dampen Fire. If he hit using a boosted water attack he might KO Jonas before he has a chance to counter, using his weakness.
Jonas grinned with all his fangs. "Thanks."
"H-huh?"
"You just raised Thunder's accuracy to 100%."
A gigantic blast of lightning ripped down through the roof, arching across the floor, melting a jagged trench in the metallic flooring as it went! As soon as it hit Urshifu it became super effective, raising its power level so high it simply exploded! Victor and his Urshifu were ripped right out of the facility, getting thrown nearly a mile into the sky over Mahogany Town!
Lucas and Jonas walked over to look up through the hole Victor left. "Huh. Looks like Team Rocket's enemy is blasting off again."
Some say Lucas and Jonas are the two Rockets that never got caught. Whether they remained with Team Rocket or went off on their own to live on the straight and narrow. For being a scrapped pokemon however, an oddly large number of people started to crop up who knew of Gorochu, as if someone was somehow using one. Team Rocket was eventually wiped out of Johto by yet another small kid named Gold, while Team Rocket's primary base in Kanto was wiped out by a kid named Red. Though for you trainers who are over 18, there is a sweet little specialty strip bar just north of Mahogany Town in a hidden nook called the Red Rocket, you might want to check out. |
Diva's Devolution
Brooke stepped off the elevator, unable to keep the wide grin from her face, as she often did as of late. She could scarcely believe that the penthouse apartment in which she lived was truly hers... actually hers, with her name on the papers and everything! She'd been very, very lucky.
She shuddered to think about the run down dump she used to live in. In three months she'd rebuilt her life from the ground up. Looking at her now no one could possibly link Brooke with the person she used to be. A person who was six inches shorter, a hundred pounds heavier, and being overworked and underpaid in a restaurant that was going under.
Brooke had been employed at that place since she was in her teens; she'd never had another job- and it was because of her pay (or lack thereof), and her desperation for sorely lacking rent and food money, that she'd gone to the one place in Megalopolis where you could get good money easily; the underground metahumans betting circuit.
There were always all sorts of illicit things going on. If you had some of the right powers, you could fight for the amusement of the crowds in no rules brawls. You could also offer your healing touch for exorbitant rates on the sidelines... or... if you had something interesting about you, like blue skin, a tail, six arms, two butts, or anything like that there were the strip clubs, then the brothels if you wanted to take a step up in risk and reward.
About a step up (or down, depending on how one looked at it) from the brothels was what Brooke had chosen. Ten thousand bucks, no questions asked playing what was referred to as Blue Roulette. Four contestants, four glowing vials of syrupy blue liquid. No one knew what the hell it was, or how the event's host obtained it... but everyone knew what it did:
Blue Roulette gave you super powers.
There was a one in four chance, or so, of getting some high grade abilities, like flight, invulnerability, or any of the various elemental manipulations. Abilities that screamed "Wear tights and use me to fight crime or rob banks!"
One also had about a one in four chance of picking up something minor instead, like the ability to turn anything you touch blue, or being able to sense plastic, or telekinetically manipulate curtain rods.
However... with great rewards came great risks.
There was a one in four chance of coming out of it with some sort of physical alterations. Changes in skin color or hair color, all the way up to new limbs and in one case having your lungs replaced by gills.
Finally, there was also the worst outcome; the one in four chance of having one's body so incredibly and terribly altered that they would never be able to pass for human. Most people who suffered this fate were 'purchased' by collectors of oddities, mad scientists, supervillains in need of monsters to guard their lairs, and so forth.
Brooke's group of four had been lucky, and were the recipients of boos from the crowd. She'd stood beneath a spotlight, wearing nothing but a bathrobe, along with three others. They'd all downed the Blue Roulette, which Brooke thought combined the worst features of cough syrup, hot maple syrup, and blueberry Jell-O.
The two guys opposite Brooke had their powers known immediately: fire and ice powers. The first had his hair replaced by burning green flames, and his buddy had purple-ish ice form over his body.
The girl next to Brooke had sprouted a pair of angelic wings.
And Brooke? Brooke had no such immediate outward display of her abilities.
She'd happily taken the ten thousand dollar prize that was paid to the 'survivors', lamenting her lack of 'cool powers' at first... but that same day, people started being nicer to her for some reason, and soon afterwards, actually starting flirting with her!
Apparently, it turned out that Brooke's body had started producing some kind of pheromone that had an attracting quality to it, and not only that but she could exert some sort of psychic influence over anyone affected enough by it.
She'd paid for the penthouse, her trips to the body reshaper, and just about everything else from her brand new lifestyle by getting close to some rich guy and setting herself up as his mistress... and the best part of it all was that she didn't even have to fuck them. "Walk on the treadmill for three hours and then leave believing that we spent those three hours having the best sex of your life" was her usual method. Brooke had made herself essentially a stealth personal trainer, the thought of it still made her giggle inside.
As time went on, her gift seemed to only grow stronger. She was the center of attention wherever she went and she'd reached the point where some of the other women in her new social circle were starting to try and get in her pants. Usually prefaced by "I've never felt like this about another woman before, but..."
Entering her penthouse, Brooke kicked off her shoes and began to strip as she moved to the sliding glass door that led out onto her rooftop garden. She couldn't wait to slip into her hot tub and watch the view of the sun setting over the river. After her final piece of clothing fell to the floor, she opened the sliding door and inhaled deeply, enjoying the sweet, floral scents of the nearby flowers, though they seemed a bit stronger than usual.
It took a few moments for the water to heat, and Brooke hummed happily to herself as she waited, leaning over the tub and feeling the water. That sweet scent was getting stronger, and it seemed to have a bit of an effect upon her: her body felt warm, and her skin had become flush with increased blood flow. When the warmth spread to her loins, she gasped softly, blushing.
"Sssuch a pretty little thing," an odd voice suddenly hissed from behind her, "So pretty and lucky. Drinking the blue and getting to be beautiful."
Brooke spun to face the source and her eyes went wide at the sight. A tall, well-muscled woman stood behind her, a grin upon her face showing overly large canines. Her skin, where it was skin, was a pale blue in shade, and her slitted eyes glowed an unnatural shade of blue: a Blue Roulette mutant.
The human opened her mouth to give voice to a command, but the mutant's scaled hand quickly covered it. "No, no, pretty. That will not do. I know how your gift works; such a lovely power. Better than mine in most cases. You can have power over any mind that lives and breathes. But me? I can't control the mind. All I can do is control the power. Control the Blue."
The creature's tongue traced over Brooke's cheek, causing intense tingling as it did so. "I can even turn your own power against you. That arousal you felt? That's the same effect you have on others, on me. The first time I caught your sweet scent, I wanted to just pounce on you and bend you over a table right then and there. But I think a nice, secluded hot tub would be more romantic. All the best for my little pretty."
The creature backed away, taking her hand from Brooke's mouth. The human began to fumble with her words, wracking her brain to try and figure out a possible command that would get her out of this situation.
"No, no," the creature scolded, her voice taking on an odd harmonic, "No talking. No screaming. No loud noises."
Brooke's words immediately dried up. The feeling was strange, like her brain just didn't want to work anymore with regards to her voice... or like she'd forgotten how to speak entirely. After a few moments Brooke became rather puzzled, not quite sure what she'd been trying to do with her mouth. She turned, seeing her opportunity to get away from the invader that had done something terrible to her, though she couldn't quite lay her finger on what it was.
"And no running away either." The creature said with a giggle, a sound that did not fit her nearly seven foot frame.
Brooke stumbled in mid stride, wind-milling her arms to try and regain her balance. Catching herself on the rim of the spa, she turned and looked back at the creature, confused and afraid. It loomed over her from a height of seven feet, well-muscled and broad in the shoulders... but despite the size, it definitely sported a feminine figure with its narrow waist, equally wide hips, and large breasts.
The creature sighed happily as she tossed aside the large trench coat that had been covering up her altered body. She looked like she was about to tear through the shirt and skirt she wore- the clothes were so small. Brooke could see the creature's nipples straining at the fabric of the shirt as well as... something else.
Her eyes widened at the sight of that 'something else' straining at the fabric of the skirt. The lizard-woman followed her gaze and grinned, and then with a minimum of effort tore the clothing from her body. She chuckled and turned slowly, allowing Brooke to look over every inch of her.
Her arms and legs sported leathery, gleaming navy scales below the elbows and knees as well as following the outsides of her upper arms and legs to the point where they tapered off at her shoulders and hips. Her tail, a good four or five feet of heavy muscle, was similarly adorned with the underside a smooth pale shade of blue skin and the upper portion shiny layered scales.
Two small rows of alligator-like scutes adorned her back and tail, leading up into long, platinum blonde hair out of which a pair of pointed ears protruded. She looked powerful, bestial, and beautiful. Brooke found herself blushing a bit and feeling her arousal spiking. She was unable to keep the creature's cock out of her mind and every time she looked away or tried to close her eyes, Brooke found herself picturing it in her mind and then staring once again at its... beauty.
It was large, thick, black, and alien looking. It seemed like something out of HR Giger's wet dreams, or perhaps Mother Nature's, as Brooke wasn't all that familiar with non-human cocks. The subject had never come up before. Try as she might Brooke couldn't stop thinking about it, the way it glistened with arousal, glowing blue pre dripping from the tip. It looked like... like...
"Like I said, pretty, I control the Blue." She said with a grin, taking a seat on the rim of the hot tub, patting a spot beside her for Brooke to join. The human hesitated but she couldn't think of any other option than to approach, get up, and sit beside the mutant.
"There's a good girl," the creature said, placing an arm around Brooke's shoulders. "I drank the Blue awhile ago. It made me powerful and it made me beautiful. And I can give my gifts to others."
"You've had your body altered, not by the blue, in order to make it more beautiful. But you're so lucky; I can make you pretty too. Pretty like me." She purred, her fingertips playing with Brooke's hair.
"Mmm, such a pretty, sexy girl you are. With your sweet, sweet power that makes my cock drool just for you. Mmm... you drank the blue once before looking for money and hoping for power. No need to hope this time. Drink the blue and I'll make you as powerful and beautiful as I am." she hissed, looking down at her drooling foot and a half long length.
Brooke felt tears rising in her eyes. She didn't want anything the lizard-woman had to offer. Taking a chance with Blue Roulette once and getting lucky was enough for her. But the creature said she could control it, which would mean that it wasn't random, and making her 'beautiful' like the lizard could only mean mutation.
Unable to flee, she could only turn her gaze away, only to find the lizard gripping her hair, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to guide her gaze back down to her cock. Brooke found her mouth watering at the sight, and her loins aching and throbbing. She managed a small whimper.
"...And this is just after a few minutes of being exposed to your scent on full power. Just imagine the longing that would be felt after hours upon hours." The creature purred, her voice taking on that strange tone once more.
The human found herself forced to imagine it, and not merely imagining it, but experiencing it. She found herself lusting after the creature beside her, unable to think of anything but that glistening, dripping, alien cock, in her hands, between her legs, in her mouth, it didn't matter to Brooke, just as long as she could play with it.
"Go ahead, pretty. Drink all you want." The lizard whispered. Brooke let out a soft sob, horrified, relieved, and confused all at the same time. She leaned over and in and instant had the creature's cock in her mouth. The egg-shaped head just barely managed to fit, spreading her mouth wide and immediately causing her jaw to ache, but the discomfort was nothing in comparison to the relief she felt with finally being able to interact with the object of her lust and desire.
The lizard's pre tasted much better than Brooke remembered Blue Roulette to taste like and she found herself gulping it down eagerly, almost hungrily. "Mmm, the first taste is always the worst. The more you have, the more you'll want. More power, more changes, more beauty..."
Brooke whimpered softly at the sensation of the thick precum coating her throat and stomach, the prickly, icy-hot sensation spreading through her body for a moment. "Yes, drink it all down, pretty girl, drink and let it make you gorgeous."
She couldn't help but drink it all down; she had begun to take more of the creature's cock into her mouth, the small, round bumps on the underside rubbing over her lower lip and tongue. Brooke found one hand going to her loins, her fingers slipping into her dripping depths as she imagine what that cock would feel like being thrust into her.
Soon, everything felt funny: the inside of her sex, her clit as she brushed over, it, her fingertips, even her fingers themselves. Brooke opened her eyes and began stroking the length of bestial cock that she couldn't fit down her throat with her other hand, her skin already beginning to change color around the veins.
The tiny hairs upon her skin receded or fell away entirely as Brooke began her transformation into some kind of mutant lizard. Her rational mind told her that it was wrong, that it was something terrible and unwanted. But her more instinctual side told her that it was a good thing, a gift, after all she was becoming closer in form to the object of her lust and desire.
The mental image of herself completely altered was enough to make a sort of climax rock Brooke's body, her muscles tensing, a burst of fluid released from her altering loins, a sweet pleasure filling her. But it felt odd, different, and rather than dim her lust it instead fanned it on.
The two fingers that Brooke had stuffed into herself had begun to merge; as did her ring and pinkie fingers. The hand before her eyes had turned entirely blue up to the forearm and Brooke could see her red painted nails falling away, replaced by blunt, white claws. She clenched her eyes shut again, not wanting to see any further alterations, she could just pretend they didn't exist...
At least that was until she felt her tongue elongating. Pretend as she might, Brooke couldn't help but use it to further please the beast before her. A foot and a half worth of blue-black tongue slithered around the shaft before her, slipping free from her jaw. "Yesss..." the creature hissed, both hands on Brooke's head, controlling the pace.
The changing human nearly gagged as the lizard pushed her head down, sending every last inch of cock down her throat. She would have gagged if her body hadn't altered in that moment to accommodate such a monstrous thing.
The lizard reached out with one hand over Brooke's back, and coaxed the human's hand away from her sex, her own scaled finger replacing it. "I'll take care of this, pretty; you just pay attention to your cock."
Brooke jumped at that, then fell off of the side of the hot tub and into the water with a whimper from the separation of her mouth and that wondrous cock. The lizard chuckled and turned, looking at the human in the water. "It'ssss okay," she hissed, "You can suck as long as you want."
The words seemed to calm Brooke, even as her toes began to tingle beneath the warm current. Standing up in the waist high waves, she wrapped her arms around the lizard's waist, hugging herself to the creature as the last inch of darkness slipped between her eager lips. She moaned softly as the sweet taste of the creature's precum spread over her new tongue, her worries forgotten as her fingers began to rub her swollen clit.
She shivered as new, sweet, sexual sensations flooded her body. She could feel something forming within her, tingling as new organs formed to give her a proper manhood. All thoughts of resisting the change vanished as Brooke's mental image of herself as a mutant appeared once more. She would have her own wonderful, sexy cock to play with whenever she wanted and it would drip more of the tasty blue goo she had begun to crave.
Just thinking about it made Brooke moan and quiver with delight. Her lust wanted a cock and it seemed giving in to her desires made them happen, as her clit suddenly surged forth into six inches worth of manhood. From the feel of her new length, it definitely wasn't human, but Brooke hadn't wanted it to be. She could feel the egg-shaped head, the beginnings of the small bumps underneath, the ring in the middle, the darker sheath covering the bottom half.
She stroked herself frantically, willing it bigger and bigger until it was properly sized like the creature's. "Doesn't it feel good?" the lizard purred, "Isn't it so beautiful and wonderful?" she said with a moan. "It will feel even better once you have it stuffed into some pretty little thing. Perhaps passing the gift on, mmm?"
The sensation was overwhelming. Brooke felt like she was about to burst. But the lizard was the first to climax, hot, sticky surges of seed filling Brooke's belly. It was enough to send her over the edge as well, her new cock erupting with incredible pleasure into the waters around her.
But that was not the only part of Brooke's body that seemed to erupt. A similar sensation of surging pleasure rocketed forth from the small of her back. The water of the hot tub, tainted by Brooke's own release, made the skin on her new tail erupt into an icy tingle.
The creature withdrew her cock and giggled, giving Brooke a playful shove, sending her sprawling back into the water. Every inch of her skin tingled with the sensation of change. The last places upon her skin free of the blue tint vanished. Her nipples ached as they turned the same black as her still-erect cock.
"My gift to you, pretty. In the next few minutes your scales will begin to form, and as you sate your ravenous hunger your body will begin to fill out. Soon you'll begin to hear the sound of the Blue, know how to follow it, know how to control it, and you'll be immune to its alterations." The lizard purred, slipping into the warm water, wrapping her arms around Brooke, hugging her tightly.
"But of course that would mean we can't have any more fun. Another dose and you would change more, change beyond me. It'sss your choice of course," she hissed, one hand upon Brooke's breast, the other stroking her cock.
The former human couldn't help but press up against the much larger lizard, her water-wetted skin and scales felt so good against her. "Of course you'd be so sexy changed even more. I have just the thing in mind for you. You'd just love it, little pretty; you would have so much fun with yourself and with me."
The lizard rolled Brooke over in the water and grabbed her tail, running her member over the underside of the ex-human's new appendage, teasingly moving the round-tipped shaft closer and closer towards Brooke's still throbbing pussy. "Jussst back away, tell me to ssstop. Ssshow me that you wish to sssstay asss you are." The creature hissed lustfully into Brooke's pointed ear.
Brooke stood perfectly still, a battle being waged in her mind over her desires. Being a lizard-woman would be just fine... There were stranger looking people in the city, and it wasn't like she didn't have her clothes tailored to her anyway. She could easily be happy like this, especially since she had that oh so sexy cock of hers to play with.
Brooke found herself blushing as she imagined herself at the lizard's size and strength, a cute girl's (or guy's) lips around her cock; such a sexy image. She found her hand around her cock again, now a good foot in length. She wanted the creature's cock inside of her, wanted to feel those wonderful bumps rub over her netherlips, to press against the nerves hidden between her sexes, to make her body light up once more in sweet bliss.
But she'd seen what happened to the people who had been unlucky and gotten that one in four chance of the intense physical mutation. She shuddered to think about some of the horrors she'd seen; hideous, terrible things out of a horror movie, monsters without a single shred of humanity remaining. She didn't want to be one of them, and that was something she knew for certain.
She began to move away, but the lizard's cock entered her. Not far, just the first few inches. It was enough to spread her wide, to fill her with pleasure, and to give her a taste of the delicious pleasures that could be hers. Her muscles froze and her lust-crazed mind demanded satisfaction.
"Tell me, little pretty, tell me what you want. You can even use words just this once." The creature purred, sinking her cock in just a little bit further, enough for Brooke to feel the bumps that would be soon sliding in and out of her aching sex.
She sobbed and whimpered softly, even though she was allowed to speak. She couldn't make up her mind. A pleasured howl escaped from her throat as the lizard continued to push into her, and before Brooke could stop them the words spilled softly from her mouth.
"Fuck me." She pleaded softly... and the lizard complied.
Her protesting thoughts all vanished beneath the tide of pleasure that surged up within Brooke, growing as each row of bumps was driven into her, and then pulled away. The lizard's cock had not stopped dribbling Blue Roulette and the former human could already feel its hot-cold tingle working its way through her.
Like before it started at her extremities with the cool sensation of change. This time it was her toes that were merging and growing claws. But it didn't stop there. She felt the smooth, leather scales that the lizard boasted, growing on herself, spreading from the tips of her fingers, toes, and tail. But unlike the creature that was fucking her, Brooke's scales did not leave her underbelly areas as normal human skin. She could feel the scales flowing over her thighs, her belly, her breasts, her face. There was an odd sensation that forced the former human to close her eyes, and when she opened them she saw the world differently.
Colors were brighter, more vivid, and more intense. Shadows seemed to hide nothing to her eyes. And even staring at the setting sun upon the river only caused Brooke to blink in a new way, placing a protective membrane over her slitted, blue, glowing eyes to more comfortably look upon the scene.
She felt her legs pop, the bones shifting and altering into a new shape, felt her muscles slithering around into new sizes, shapes, and arrangements. But the sensations from Brooke's middle drew her attention the most.
Something was changing within her belly, something in her internal organs. The sensation wasn't tingle, but rather warm and pleasant. It seemed to spread from her sex, up into her womb, and from there to her stomach and up her throat until it divided, flowing into her breasts.
"Mmm, I thought you'd like this," the creature purred, leaning forward, her hands cupping Brooke's breasts. Much as her cock had before, her tits seemed to swell once they were given attention, "Got to give you plenty of Blue to share, little pretty."
Brooke gasped as nearly everything in her torso seemed to wriggle and writhe at once. But it felt good, no; it felt GREAT; especially when the lizard slipped a clawed finger into each of her nipples. They had altered in form and function, becoming organs of incredible sexual pleasure. She found herself wondering what it would feel like to have a cock stuck inside them.
Her lips parted to moan in pleasure, but the sound was silenced by a finger in her mouth, covered in Blue, her own Blue from Brooke's own body. Just as sweet and delicious as the lizard's had been. Now she would never run out! It brought a blissful smile to Brooke's face, a smile that widened as the lizard moved her hands downward, the sensation repeating as a second pair of breasts blossomed into fullness upon Brooke's belly, swelling outward below her original pair.
Her cock began to grow as well, nestling between her new breasts; Brooke couldn't help but press her tits tightly against her growing shaft, rubbing them and inserting her fingers into her odd, rubbery, stretchy nipples. "Yesss, that'sss it my little pretty. Play with your beautiful new body..."
The water of the hot tub had turned a glowing, fluorescent blue from the leaking of Brooke's cock, breasts, and the juices from her sex. It felt so good on her scales and seemed to enhance her sense of touch wherever it washed over her. Brooke's long, forked tongue lolled from her mouth over sharpened teeth, lapping up the sweet water.
"Just a few more inches, little pretty, or perhaps a little bit of action on your part and you can drink right from the source." The lizard whispered in soft, gasping breaths.
Needing no further encouragement Brooke ducked her head under the water, only a little surprised that she suffered no ill effects from drawing the water into her lungs. She was indeed a few inches shy of mouth and member meeting, but her tongue was enough to bridge the gap... at least until her neck let out several soft pops as it began to elongate.
Her jaw soon followed suit, her mouth spreading out into a broad reptilian muzzle. Gone was the ache and discomfort of taking such a large mouthful and holding onto it. Her spine seemed to tingle and ache, but Brooke paid it no mind. Every sweet sexual inch of her was being pleasured so wonderfully. The changes were worth it, oh were they ever.
She could not only handle being some sort of lizard-creature, but she would absolutely love it if she could be so easily made to feel this good. She felt the sensation of change within her beginning to slow, and then cease entirely. Just in time for the lizard to cry out.
Thicker gouts of blue seed filled her womb than had filled her belly, and not only that but more of them. The creature seemed to climax again and again, filling her womb fuller and fuller over the span of nearly a minute, just as Brooke's own manhood did the same to her belly. She felt her middle beginning to balloon outward from the sheer amount of Blue that filled her; sweet and slick and syrupy and sensational.
Her lust finally felt satisfied. Eventually the lizard withdrew her cock from Brooke's satiated sex, and this time Brooke did not protest its absence. She emerged from the water, drawing in a deep breath of air and exhaling a glowing mist from her nostrils.
Brooke's muscles were sore; her whole body seemed to ache from her changes. She lounged in the hot tub with her eyes closed, letting the warm water and the icy tingle of the Blue soothe her.
The lizard purred, and stepped out of the hot tub. The glowing water seemed to fall away from her scales instantly, leaving her dry. She smiled and picked up her trench coat and put it back on. "I have a few more pretties to keep an eye on, but I'll be back to check up on my sexiest one. Especially since you've given yourself a third dose of beautiful Blue."
She leaned over and planted a kiss upon Brooke's snout, running her hand over the former human's now bare head and teased the points of her twin phosphorescent blue frills with her fingertips. "My previous commands will fade in a few minutes." She said in the strange voice that Brooke had to obey.
Brooke watched her go, admiring her hips and the sway of her tail before closing her eyes once more and resting in the hot tub, her hands resting on her rounded belly. She felt the icy sensation return, but only slightly. She could feel her belly slowly growing, solid shapes beginning to form within it. The new lizard wondered how wonderful it would feel to lay her eggs, and from the sensations within her, odds were that she was going to find out sooner rather than later. It made her cock hard just thinking about it.
Wait.
Eggs?
Cock?
Lizard?
Brooke drew in a deep breath that she only just barely managed to avoid turning into a scream. The lizard's control over her had vanished, and with it the lustful other-self that had appeared that had adored her rapist's reptilian form and been elated to gain it herself.
The ex-human pulled herself from the tub, darting into the penthouse, not caring one bit about the neon blue droplets that fell on the plush white carpet. She had to steady herself with one hand on the wall, as her legs seemed to bend in the wrong direction now and her body wanted to walk half hunched, with her tail out behind her to act as a balance.
Oh gods, her tail. She had a tail! She was some kind of disfigured mutant lizard, a pregnant mutant lizard; one whose belly seemed to be filling more and more with eggs at each passing moment. Her cock twitched pleasantly at the thought of laying eggs; drooling a thick blue strand down onto the carpet.
Brooke gasped softly at the sensation, just the drip trailing down her member felt incredibly erotic. She had to grab the back of her sofa to steady herself. The new lizard found her gaze drawn to the large mirror that adorned the wall. She wanted to look away, as if looking upon the entirety of her altered form for the first time would make it real.
For the second time in the span of three months Brooke had been completely remade. Hardly a trace existed of her former physical shape. She had become a six foot tall, oversexed reptile with obscenely large breasts bigger than her head, and a rapidly bloating belly that looked like she'd swallowed a beachball.
She reached out a three-fingered, taloned hand, scarcely believing that it was her own. Her body shivered as another gush of glowing precum oozed down her shaft. It made her instinctly thrust her hips, grinding her erection against the sofa, making her moan even louder and making her weak in the knees.
The lizard-woman panted as she felt her netherlips begin to leak also, glowing droplets trickling down her thighs. She backed away from the couch, staggering on unfamiliar legs, still gazing at her reflection. Brooke found herself unable to look away and she found her hands moving, one towards a breast and the other towards her cock.
As horrible as it was, she found her reflection... sexy. It shamed her and disgusted her, but she couldn't deny how arousing her new body found itself. It was only with a great effort of will that she was able to turn away from the mirror and keep her hands off of her alien body.
Brooke stumbled towards the doorway as she realized that she needed help. She also needed to get out of the penthouse, as that lizard creature could still be around. Judging from the ill-fitting shirt and skirt she'd been wearing, she was probably rooting through Brooke's wardrobe.
The constantly growing weight in Brooke's belly made walking difficult. Her muscles all seemed sore from her transformation, and being asked to carry more and more weight as well as walk in an unfamiliar way seemed to tax them terribly. Glowing tears leaked from Brooke's eyes as she fumbled at the doorknob with her thick, unfamiliar fingers.
Her belly was absolutely huge now, and it rubbed against her cock every time she moved. It was so big it looked like Brooke was carrying an entire grown person inside her womb. She whimpered softly as she finally got out into the lobby, losing her balance and smacking right into the elevator door.
A soft, sobbing moan escaped her throat at the delicious sensation. It was enough to make her climax, the thick black length of her alien member spewing forth thick gouts of mouth-watering Blue.
She managed to press the button to call the elevator, but couldn't keep her hands off of herself any longer. Her sexualized, sensitive body begged to be caressed and played with. It just felt so good, and Brooke felt too tired to resist. She leaned against the door, her belly still growing and making it hard for her to stand. She didn't want to sit down, as she wasn't sure if she could get up again if she did so.
The elevator dinged and Brooke nearly tumbled in as the door opened. Everything on her body seemed to ache with the exception of her head and her tail. Her chest hurt, her arms hurt, her legs hurt, her back hurt. She slumped against the back wall of the elevator, her legs spread.
She couldn't even reach up and hit the button for another floor, her will had eroded too much to do even that. One hand was wrapped around her cock, the other stuffed into her pussy. Her sexes leaked and drooled, dribbling incredible amounts of Blue onto her tummy and tail, and it felt good.
Brooke found herself enjoying the hot-cold tickle that the Blue brought. Her tongue lolled from her mouth, seeking out a nearby nipple in order to gain a taste of the stuff. Mmm... she felt a bit better. If she gave her body what it wanted, then perhaps it would let Brooke do what she wanted in return.
The hot, achy throb of her muscles soon began to dim, replaced with the sensation of change once again. A sudden spike of erotic bliss shot through her as something seemed to give way within her. Brooke felt unfamiliar muscles tighten and clench, delivering a sweet, unfamiliar pleasure. She panted softly as something shifted in her belly and something solid pushed her fingers aside, spreading her netherfolds and crowning at her sex.
Her elongated neck made it easy to peer over her breasts and belly to look at the rounded object that had lodged itself in her sex. It was most certainly an egg, about as big as a basketball at its widest point, and tinted the same familiar shade of radiant blue. With a deep moan from her maw, her muscles contracted, and the round egg slid out from her, covered in more blue ooze.
It rolled off the rounded surface of her tail and over the tiled floor of the elevator, coming to a rest just out of Brooke's reach. She stared at it for awhile in shock and awe. She found herself reaching for the egg, trying to grab it, wanting to... to... She wanted to snuggle with it.
The thought made her blush, or whatever passed for a blush. Her body's instincts were so strong, and right now they were those of a horny momma-lizard laying her brood. Brooke managed to get her tail around the thing, knowing instinctively that it was very tough and could stand a lot of abuse.
Brooke clenched her teeth as she used the unfamiliar muscles to tighten around it, picking the egg up and bringing it close enough to grab with her hands. She placed it between her uppermost breasts and began to lick it clean, delighting in the sweet taste of the Blue that coated it.
She hugged the egg tightly against herself as she cleaned it, moaning softly as another pushed its way free from her. Brooke shifted her legs to prevent it from rolling away like the first had. She barely noticed the soft pops and cracks from her limbs as they began to shift, the soreness fading from them as they altered from a form meant more for a biped to something that would more easily allow Brooke to carry her large belly on all fours.
The lizard found herself wishing that she had more hands, so that she could steady her egg for cleaning, keep her other eggs from getting away, as well as pleasuring her still-eager body. It felt... nice to give in to her instincts. For the first time in quite awhile Brooke felt happy.
She looked up at the mirror on top of the elevator, looking over her altered body. It was different and unfamiliar, but she'd experienced the same thing before. She'd given up the body she was born with in order to take on one more with her own ideals of beauty, and this was not much different.
But rather than having her form shaped by her perceptions of what the mainstream media had decided on for beauty, the reptilian form she now possessed was one that her new instincts found to be incredibly sexy. She started at her reflection, enraptured by it, fascinated by it. It was so bestial, so alien, so different, and yet just about every inch of it screamed to her "I want to fuck this."
She set her first egg aside, picking up the second with her forepaws, lapping at it as she continued to admire herself. Watching herself lay eggs was just so... hot. It was the sexiest, most arousing thing Brooke had ever seen. In the minute she had been in the elevator, she'd pushed out nearly half a dozen, her juices having made quite the puddle beneath her. But Brooke didn't care about the mess. She rather liked the sweet scent, after all.
A soft sigh escaped her muzzle as a wet popping sound came from Brooke's back. She leaned forward for a moment, allowing the new additions to move around to the front. She watched her reflection as the four new appendages grew. Long tubes of powerful muscle ending in diamond shaped paddles. Not lizard-like, but decidedly welcome.
Brooke didn't try to force them into position, she simply thought about what she wanted to do and let her instincts guide her new limbs. Two she used to hold her egg in place, while the other two she used to move and arrange the rest of her waiting brood.
This left her forepaws free to rub her eager, drooling cock, but there were so many wonderful, pleasurable places on her body that she could play with. It seemed like a crime to ignore all of them.
The soreness began to withdraw from her arms and legs, seeming to follow the bones into her hips and shoulders, and then more towards her middle, but still remaining upon the outside, leaving her belly alone.
The lizard shivered as wet, sticky, stretching sounds and grotesque pops filled the air. Her scales moved and the skin beneath surged outward into arms and claws. She had eight limbs now; four arms and four legs. Well, twelve if you included the four tendrils upon her back. The two most frontward forelimbs, her original hands, had become a pair of paws that were best suited to allow Brooke to carry around the huge bulk of her belly. The middle two pairs of 'legs' were about halfway between the three fingered hands she'd sported at the beginning of her transformation and the paws just ahead and behind them. She could use them to help in her walking, but she could also put them to good use in other places.
Brooke sighed happily as she began to massage her four heavy breasts as well as her cock, delighting in the sensations as they leaked and dripped Blue own her navy scales. She had scarcely begun cleaning her third egg when she sighed and shook her head. This was never going to work. She'd birthed about a dozen of the beautiful, glowing globes and she was rapidly falling behind.
The soreness in her chest condensed into points, just behind her breasts, which began to grow once again. Brooke gasped with delight as she felt something now familiar slithering forth from each nipple. More tentacles. These were not as strong as the four that grew from her back, nor did they feature dexterous paddles. But they did sport small mouths on the end, looking rather like black pairs of human lips, and about the same size too!
Brooke giggled and stuck out her four new tongues, putting them to use cleaning her eggs. Mmm... she had so many within her, but she didn't mind. It felt so good. She let out a soft sigh as the familiar, wonderful icy tickle of the Blue washed over her for the last time. She would miss it. But it would allow her to enjoy the deliciousness without consequence.
It was making her grow, making her body enlarge to a greater size. Brooke giggled happily; it meant more Blue goo within her, more eggs, more breasts and cock to caress. She smiled and purred happily at her reflection. So pretty, so very, very pretty.
A soft sound filled her ears, soft and subtle. It came from within her, as well as from within each of her eggs. A tiny opening within her that pulsed to the beat of her heart, opening and closing, allowing the Blue to flow into her from its place of origin.
The lizard purred happily as she felt a tiny thread of herself leading back into that miniscule portal, binding her to all the other creatures and beings that shared a tie to the strange, wonderful, Blue place from beyond.
Brooke wondered why she had ever been afraid and disgusted over her body. She looked amazing, she felt even better, and she was sure that she had not even come close to experiencing the wonders of physical bliss that her flesh was capable of reaching.
But for now she was more interested in cleaning her eggs than in truly pleasuring herself. Five tongues made the job so much easier. She had no idea how much time passed, but after awhile she was jarred from her task by the movement of the elevator. Someone had pressed the call button, and Brooke grinned. She'd have someone to help her. Help clean and care for her eggs, help pleasure her, help move the silly things out of the elevator. What had she been thinking, leaving her nest while so close to laying? It seemed such a silly, human thing to do.
The elevator car came to a stop two floors down, it chimed pleasantly and the doors slid open. A young woman had her back to the car as she peered around the hallway. "Jeez, what smells like blue Jell-O?" she asked, looking around for a spill on the rug or an errant pudding cup.
Brooke recognized her, not a friend, but an acquaintance; gorgeous red hair, nice cream skin with just the right dusting of freckles. Green eyes with a slight cant that told of an exotic heritage. How had Brooke managed to keep herself from jumping on her and cramming her tongue down her throat?
No matter, she would rectify the matter now. She reached out with all four of her larger tentacles, each grabbing a limb. Her lesser tentacles began to slip beneath the woman's clothing, wrapping around her breasts, seeking out her groin, sharing Brooke's bounty of Blue by a sweet berry-flavored kiss.
She could feel the Blue within the human now, so anxious, eager, willing to be put to use. Just waiting for a whisper from someone with the proper power until it could wait no longer.
"No noises now, little pretty," Brooke purred, her voice taking on the strange tone it always did when she drew upon her power, "I'm going to make you beautiful!" |
Surprising the Parents A Chelsea Tail Chelsea yawned. She’d stayed up too late last night. She looked at the mess on the bed. Clyde looked up at her from the middle of the pile of laundry and gave a soft mew as he stretched out his paws. She rubbed his head and ears gently, getting a rumbly purr from him. She was going to miss him.
He snugged into the warm laundry and she moved out into the living room, checking her bags. She had one small carryon and a large checked bag stacked and ready to go. She hoped it was enough.
The phone rang.
“Hi, dear,” her mother’s voice rang out.
Chelsea smiled just a little. “Hi, mom.”
“Oh, I’m so excited! With you coming home, and all, finally! I’ve got your room all set up! We’re just going to have the best party ever! Your father is going to be so surprised!”
Oh, Chelsea was certain of that. “I’m excited too, mom, but I have to get going, I’ll call you when I get to the airport, okay?”
“Oh, okay, honey, you fly safe and give me a call when you get in. I told your father I was going to my sister’s in city for the afternoon. He still doesn’t know!” Her mother giggled.
“Thanks, mom, but I’ve got to go, love you, bye! Don’t forget to drive the van!”
“I won’t! Bye, angel.” Her mother hung up with a click.
Chelsea set the phone down. Her taxi was coming in about twenty minutes. She checked everything and tapped her foot. Where was Irene? She busied about making sure everything was cleaned up. Well, except the pile of clothes. She left them for Clyde who was now snoozing. She petted him a time or two more as she moved about.
Finally, a knock on her door came. She opened it to have Irene bustle in in nothing but her running yoga pants and sports bra. She was panting slightly. Irene was one of her few other changed friends. She sported long pointed ears, long silvery hair, and her tits were supernaturally perky from her trip through the machine. Small changes compared to her own, but ones that made Irene exotic looking and very popular with the geek guys, leading to her nickname as “the Busty Elf” among several of them. Hell, on a couple of nights Chelsea had even debated seeing if the rumors were true about her friends enhanced libido. “Sorry, sorry, I know, I’m late!” She was a bit breathless. Clyde, normally shy around strangers came up to greet her. She promptly bent down to pet him.
“Yep, cab in ten minutes, and I’ve got to get downstairs. Here are the keys, instructions, and everything is where it usually is. You and Clyde be good for a couple days?” She handed over an envelope with the keys and instructions. Chelsea was impatient to get moving to the airport. She picked up Clyde who rubbed his face on hers, resulting in him getting several quick kisses and a hug, then she grabbed her bags and headed for the elevator.
Irene stood in the doorway holding Clyde, waving goodbye.
*** *** ***
The trip to the airport was thankfully brief. The taxi dropped her off right in front of the gate and she was able to check in early, paying the bag fee for her large bag and taking her purse and small carry-on with her. She’d learned that milkers weren’t allowed in carry-ons so she’d stowed her small one in the big bag with most of her clothes. She got through security, unfortunately requiring the pat down because the scanners had never been updated to accept the taur body style. The woman who did the pat down was professional, but it always felt weird to have her udder moved around by a stranger. Thankfully she’d milked this morning and wasn’t leaking. She was given little rubber caps for her horns as a safety precaution. The lady was nice enough to help her get them on. The security measures were ridiculous in her eyes, they had been outmoded for years, but she always felt the terminal staff were unnecessarily abused by folks for just trying to do their jobs.
Eventually she got to the gate about thirty minutes before boarding. It was nice that she actually had managed to find a direct flight, but the cost of a taur ticket was always two to three times the normal passenger cost. There’d been a court case over that. Unfortunately, the courts had ruled that the special accommodations had to be made, but they could be charged according to space, and the special designed taur seating took up a whole row in most planes.
She shifted anxiously. Starting to wonder how her parents were going to take the surprise of seeing their daughter with four legs. She didn’t think her dad would take it well. The horns, tail, udder and extra boobs were going to be interesting to explain. She’d rehearsed in the mirror to psych herself up for the impending confrontation, but she wasn’t sure if she’d be able to avoid hurting her dad. She paced a bit while waiting, seeing a few others start to fill up the space for the flight. Thankfully it looked like a pretty empty flight since it was a Tuesday. South Dakota was small enough that she was actually a little worried she’d see someone she knew on the plane and would have to explain things to them. She frowned. That risk would even bigger when she landed.
Finally boarding got going. She got to board early, that was one perk of being a taur. They were sent in with the mobility impaired since the seats were hard to get into and out of. The seat was more like a bench where she could set both her legs. The flexible of her torso allowed her to shift so that both appeared to be seated forward, with her top leaning towards the bulkhead, so she could look out the window. Unfortunately, this exposed her udder and she asked for a blanket to cover up. The stewardess was kind enough to get her one, and she settled in for the flight.
Thankfully no one recognized her, though the little kid behind her kept kicking her seat. Otherwise she was mostly left to her own thoughts and the blur of the countryside below.
*** *** ***
Chelsea awoke with a start. She’d drifted off, and the plane was starting to descend. She stretched and shifted as much as she could, watching the ground come nearer. The seatbelt sign flashed and the captain squawked over the speaker. She made sure hers was tight and settled in for the last decent into South Dakota.
The plane’s landing was thankfully smooth, and Chelsea waited until everyone else had cleared the aisles before getting herself undone and retrieving her carry-on from the overhead bin. She groaned at the kink in her back from sleeping in the awkward position as she stepped lightly off the plane into the terminal gate area. She’d forgotten how tiny this airport was. She pulled out her phone and turned it back on. The small device beeped at her as she the dial button.
“Hi, angel, are you here safe and sound?”
“Yes, mom, I’m going to get my bags now.”
“I’m out in the short-term parking, do you need met to swing around and grab you from the curb? They didn’t like me waiting there.”
“No thanks, I’ll meet you in short-term.”
Her mother paused for a moment. “I’m over on the north end, second row in, I think.”
“Thanks mom, can’t wait to see you in a few.”
Her mother squeaked with joy “I know, it’s so exciting! My little girl is home again! You go get your bags and I’ll be right here waiting for you.”
The phone clicked off and she stuck it back in her purse. She grumbled; even custom-made stuff still didn’t come with decent pockets. Hanging a right out of the terminal area, she swung over to the baggage claim. She tapped her back right foot impatiently waiting for the carousel to start moving. She tried even harder to ignore the pointing fingers, whispers and stares. While body mutation modifications had become fairly acceptable in the major cities like Boston, even for one as noticeable as hers, out here in the rural areas it was still seen as weird and unnatural. To be fair, it was completely unnatural, but damn it that’s what made it fun, she mused. Her tail swished in time with her agitation, made worse by a small child’s shrill voice. “Mommy why does she have four legs?”
“Hush. Don’t you pay any attention to that abomination.”
“Can I ride her?”
“No, now be quiet.”
That was all she caught; it was enough. Yep, she was definitely back home. The folks were good people, but damn, could they be resistant to change. She sighed, and waited.
The carousel finally got engaged and she was able to get her bags without any other notable gasps at her body. She ducked out the door and headed across to the parking lot. The family van was there, she could see it parked. Taking a deep breath, the walked up behind it and opened the back. She heard more than saw her mother open the door. She steeled herself as her mother came around the corner of the van… and stopped cold in her tracks.
“Chelsea Ann!” came the gasp. “What on god’s green earth?”
“Um, hi, mom.” She hoped she didn’t look as sheepish as she suddenly felt in front of her mother.
Her mother stood there, hand over her mouth, her gray pixie cut blowing in the breeze as she stared. “My word. My word. My word.” She mumbled. “I need to sit down”
Chelsea helped her mother to the end of the van, where she sat heavily despite her relatively small frame. “What did you do to yourself?” She looked up at her daughter. It was the same face that she always knew, but body was drastically different.
Chelsea stuck out her arms “Surprise!”
“Surprise? This is not a surprise, this is…” Her mother trailed off.
Chelsea put an arm around her mom. “Mom you always said be true to yourself. Well, this is how I feel, and what I wanted.”
“But you’re a…”
“Freak?” Chelsea supplied.
“I was going to say cow,” her mother responded tartly. “But yes.”
“It’s okay, mom. I’m happy.” “How long have you been like this?”
“Almost three years.”
“And you didn’t tell us?”
“I was worried how you’d react, and well, one thing after another and I just decided it would be best to let you see me.”
“I wish you’d told me. Told us. Your father is going to have a conniption”
“Would you have told me not to come?”
“What? No! We love you! You’re our baby girl. But this is a tremendous shock! I just don’t understand why you’d ruin your beautiful body doing this.”
“Your mother said that to you when you got that tattoo.”
“That’s different!”
“Is it?”
That shut her mother up for a moment.
“Mom, please, I know this is hard, but I did this because it’s what I always wanted. I still have my job, I still go on dates, and I am still me.” She crushed her mother who seemed to melt just a bit under the hug, and she patted Chelsea’s arm.
Taking a deep breath, she stood up and gave her daughter a hug. “I’m sorry, it’s just so, shocking! But I love you and I want you happy, so if this is what has made you happy, then I will just have to learn to accept it. Just give me a little time? Okay?”
Chelsea returned the hug. “Okay, mom. I love you, too.”
“Alright, young lady, let’s get you into the van before the neighbors start staring.”
“Too late,” Chelsea laughed as she closed the back of the van and walked around to the passenger door, sliding it open to climb in, even as her mother brought the old V-8 roaring to life again.
*** *** ***
“So, honey, we, um, weren’t expected someone with your, uh, proportions at the table. I’m going to have to make some adjustments to our seating.” Chelsea nodded as her mother started to ramble about the seatng. Chelsea was half resigned to lying down at the kids table, if necessary. She flipped out her phone while it still had signal and typed a quick message to Irene letting her know she was safely on the ground. A few moments later the phone beeped with a thumb’s up emoji.
Her mother hadn’t stopped talking, but was on about the guest list for the party. Chelsea tried to tune in again as her mother rattled off named. “… and Daniel, he’ll be bringing Kelly with him too, don’t ‘cha know, and then we’ll get Stevie to drive over.”
“You know he hates being called that.”
“What?”
“Stevie. He’s hated it for years. He likes being called Steven.”
Her mother just ignored the comment and went back to talking about the party. Chelsea rolled her eyes slightly. Her mother could be incorrigible some moments. The drive wasn’t short, more than an hour, so there were plenty of moments she just tuned her mother out. Roxie was never one to let a silence go unbroken and seemed perfectly cheerful rambling on about the neighbors and the small doings of the farm community. Sometimes Chelsea listened, other times she just stared out at the rolling low hills that made up the region, which were covered in swaths of verdant green crops. She sighed. She hadn’t missed this.
Her mother’s rambling took a different tone and she tuned back in. “So what are we going to tell the family?”
“Tell them?”
“About you.” Her mother gestured vaguely at her daughter in the back seat.
“What’s to tell? I got myself transformed into a cow. You observed that quickly enough.”
“But it’s so…”
“I know, I know, unnatural. Can we move past that please? I’ve been this way for a long time now and I’m really happy.” Her mother bit her lip, it’s was a sign she wanted to say something but wasn’t sure how. Chelsea gave in. “Alright, mom, what is it you want to know?”
“Are you really a cow?”
“Do you mean can I give milk, or is this fishing about grandbabies again?”
“Um, kind of both.” Ah, that was it. “Yes, I express milk, a lot of it. I need to be milked every evening at least, and no you don’t have to help. I can handle it myself. As to grandbabies? I told you I don’t really want kids, but rest assured my plumbing is just fine and still intact. If I were to have a child, it would come out looking like a normal human child.”
“Good.” Roxie seemed relieved that any grandbaby she had would at least look normal.
“Still doesn’t change you’re not getting one.” Chelsea remarked. “I already feed enough babies with my milk.”
“That’s nice dear,” Roxie was ever the optimist, “but, never say never.”
Chelsea let it drop. It wasn’t worth the fight, but her mother just moved on to another topic as she swung off the roadway onto the gravel driveway. The farmhouse waited at the end.
*** *** ***
The van stopped near the porch. The clunk of the engine rough against the faint sounds of the farm. There was no sign of her father, which was probably just a well. Chelsea wanted to freshen up and hurried to extract herself from the van pleading a need for the bathroom. Her mom just waved her in and went to unload the suitcases.
The house hadn’t changed. The same furniture, the same warn floors, and the same pictures. Chelsea stopped a moment at one of the last. It was the entire family before she’d moved east. The picture showed her before her change, a slender blonde. The happy smile, the classic denim jeans and t-shirt look she sported though most of high school. She’d been a lot smaller chested then too. Looking down at her engorged breasts, it was definitely a far different experience now as she gently lifted her bottom pair and felt their heft.
“Don’t tell me after all that talk you’re missing your old self?”
Chelsea jumped slightly, enough to make parts of her wobble in ways that her old self would have never known. “No. Just remembering.”
“You always hated being small chested, even though I told you that you’d learn to appreciate it better when you were older. I guess that ship sailed.”
“Yeah, I guess so.”
“It’s alright. I think I’m starting to understand.”
“Really?” “Maybe, come on, let me make some tea and you go get settled in your room and we’ll have a nice long visit while your father is out working.” Roxie left the suitcases with her daughter and wandered off into the kitchen.
*** *** ***
Her old bed was going to be a little too small for her new frame, but she stretched out on it contentedly anyway. Her mother sat in the old rocking chair that had been in the corner since she was a girl. Her few remaining stuffed animals moved carefully to the dresser for the time being.
“So, now that we have time to relax, it’s about time you tell me about it.”
Chelsea was perplexed. “Tell you about it?” she asked, not certain what it was.
“The experience. You know I’ve heard all kinds of bizarre things about it on television and from the preacher, even a few friends, but you’re my own daughter. You’ll give me the truth.” Roxie took another sip.
She fumbled for words. What was she supposed to tell her mother? “Are you, uh, sure you want to know? I mean, it’s kind of, ahem, intimate?”
“You’re a grown woman now, Chelsea, and while I might be your mom, I’m hardly the prude you might have thought I was when you were a teen. You can talk to me about sex, heaven knows I had enough of it making you three.”
“Eww, mom!”
Roxie laughed at her daughter’s distress. “Relax, I don’t need the details, I’m just askin’.”
Chelsea finished off her tea as she pondered the event. “It really is weird. They take you into a room and there’s a big machine, kind of like a tanning bed, and they put you in it. It’s really hard to explain the sensations that it gives. Some moments it’s like you’re being pulled apart, other moments it’s like orgasmic bliss. I mean I could feel each change, but it was so much that it was hard to process. I guess the new legs hurt the most, feeling them grow so fast. My horns kind of hurt too. But other things? The udder? It just felt like a swelling balloon over my groin that just felt like it was going to burst, but never did. I don’t know. It’s really hard to say.”
Roxie nodded. “That’s enough for me. I appreciate you telling me.”
“Why did you want to know?” Chelsea asked, curiously.
“I am just curious, that’s all.” She smiled.
Chelsea wasn’t convinced of that, but said nothing. “Now, what next?” Her mom asked abruptly.
Chelsea felt a pull in her udder, “um, I think I need to take care of something.”
Her mother shot her a rather surprised look, “I thought you already did?”
“No, I mean, we’re not on east coast time. My, um, udder, doesn’t know that.” Even having opened up this much to her mother, it felt embarrassing to tell her that she was about to start leaking milk out of her teats if she didn’t do something soon.
Comprehension dawned on her mother. “Oh.”
“Yeah.”
Roxie rose from her chair, “I guess I’ll leave you to your business then.”
“Thanks, mom.”
“You’re welcome, sweetie, and I’m glad you came to visit.” With that Roxie stepped out and shut the door.
Chelsea sighed and lifted her suitcase with the milking equipment. She’d have to forgo the usual erotic fun that she indulged in, but getting the milk out would be relief enough. Attaching the portable milker to her teats she sighed in relief as the suction began to drain her udder.
*** *** ***
Her mother set about the kitchen preparing for the evening festivities, such as they were to be. Chelsea on the other hand finished her milking, cleaned up the gear and was about to pour the milk out when her mother objected.
“You can’t just waste it!” Roxie’s horrified voice rang out as Chelsea prepared to pour it down the drain.
“Well, I can’t take it back with me, and you have all the dairy cows you need on the farm. Besides I don’t have the gene for cow milk.”
“Huh? Speak English dear, I don’t know what that means.”
“It means I make human milk, like for babies and stuff.”
“Oh, you do?” Roxie clapped her hands together excitedly.
“I told you that.” Chelsea dreaded the idea of another grand baby conversation. But that wasn’t where her mother was going with it. “Oh, would you be willing to let me give it to a friend? Her milk never came in right, and she’s got a little tyke, she could really use that milk for him.”
Chelsea eyed the milk that she held over the sink. She was just going to waste it. “I suppose so, but you’ll need to freeze it.”
Her mother was way ahead of her, already fetching down bags. “We use these for calves occasionally, but they should work for yours.”
So it was that the freezer found itself stuffed with milk while her mother excitedly dialed up her friend to offer it. Chelsea just made her promise not to tell her where she got it.
*** *** ***
The day was fading into evening by the time she heard the front door open and close again. Putting her book down she carefully stood back up as she heard voices.
Her father’s voice boomed, “Hello honey, how was your sister’s?”
It was harder to hear her mother, “Oh, well, I decided to not go.”
“Really? Why not?”
“Oh, something came up, and I just had to drop everything for it.”
“Must have been important.” The sound of his boots hitting the floor came loudly through the wall.
“Very.” She said slyly.
“Alright, dear, what’s going on?”
“Well, I have a surprise for you.”
“Can it wait? I see David and Kelly pulling up the drive? Hey, it looks like Steven is following them! We’re going to have company! Wonderful!” He chortled in delight. “I just wish Chelsea could make it out. Did you plan to give her a call tonight, Roxie?”
“Dearest, if you’d let me finish, I said I have a surprise for you.”
Her dad wasn’t paying attention as he watched out the door at trucks that pulled up. “Let the kids get in here and then you can tell all of us.”
Chelsea could hear the exasperated tone in her mother’s response. “Okay, dear.” It was almost time, and Chelsea took a deep breath, readying herself for the inevitable.
*** *** ***
The door swung open again, this time to the sounds of chatter as her older brother Daniel’s wife began to chatter immediately with Roxie who gave half answers as she waited for people to get settled. The booming voices of her brothers greeting her father as they came in. Tentatively Chelsea opened the door to her room. It was just a few feet. Just past the bathroom into the living room, and then? She shook just a little in nervousness. She straightened her dress several times, trying to make sure she was ready. But would she ever be? Another deep breath.
“Now, if you folks are quite done for a moment, I was in the middle of telling your father I have a surprise.” Roxie’s voice carried over the general hubbub of the family.
“A surprise, mom?” Steven asked.
“Yes, I really wanted your father’s 60th to be special, so I made some arrangements.” That was her cue. Chelsea stepped into the hall and walked forward.
“Chelsea?” The word all but died on the lips of her little brother as the room turned silent.
Chelsea nervously shifted her weight from foot to foot and then threw out her arms in an attempt to relieve the tension. “Surprise dad!” You could have heard a pin drop.
It was Roxie who tried to save things, “Fred, I flew Chelsea in to be here.”
Fred looked at Chelsea, then back at Roxie, and then Chelsea again. His voice was tight, controlled, but the message was clear. “What in God’s name have you done to yourself?”
Chelsea knew he wasn’t going to take this well. It’s why she’d been putting it off for three years. She dropped her arms to her sides again and tried to hold his gaze. “Happy birthday dad.”
“You have the audacity to come here, on my birthday to show me that you’ve changed your beautiful god given body into that, that, thing?! You aren’t my daughter, you’re a… cow.” Fred stormed from the room, while Chelsea fled back into her bedroom, tears already welling up.
“Fred!” Roxie yelled after him.
*** *** ***
She had already started packing when there was a knock on the door.
“Come in,” she responded automatically, trying to wipe away her tears. Her little brother Steven opened the door. “Chelsea?”
“Yeah?” She sniffed.
“Is that really you?”
“Of course, it’s me.”
His hand rubbed through his hair, “Wow, you look, um,”
“Different? Freakish? Like a cow?” She snapped a bit more than she intended.
He winced a bit at that, “Yeah, I guess, but I was thinking more you. Like you should be.”
“You’re not upset?” She asked.
He paused, “No, why should I be?”
“The way dad acted you’d think I’d ended the world.”
He made a crude gesture in the direction of the kitchen, “Dad’s an old stodgy jerk. You know that, but you did lay a bit of a surprise on everyone tonight.”
“I know. I’ve been meaning to tell the family.” She sighed.
“For how long?” he asked.
“Three years.”
A low whistle escaped his lips. “Wow, you could have said something sooner. I wish you’d told us.”
“I wasn’t sure how any of you’d react. You were kind of still a brat when I left.”
He chuckled slightly, “Sis, it’s been over seven years since you left, I’m a bit older now, and maybe a bit smarter than I was.”
“I hope so, you were being pretty dumb when I left for college.”
“We’ve missed you.” He opened his arms to her, and she fell into a hug with her not so little brother.
“I’ve missed you too.”
*** *** *** Her older brother and his wife stayed didn’t bother to check on her, but she wasn’t surprised. She could hear periodic yelling from the kitchen between her mother and father. Steven had made himself scarce after checking on her, she figured he’d disappeared into his own old room since it was a long drive back to his place.
By the end of it she was just ready to go, but her flight wasn’t for a couple days and she really had no way of getting there since taxis really weren’t a thing out this far from a city. Nor could she really afford to change her ticket. She was going to have to suck it up and stay.
It was late by the time the yelling stopped. She was still up, curled against the window watching the stars that she’d not seen for years in the city.
A very soft rap on her door startled her.
“I’m sorry honey, your father…”
“Is doing exactly what I knew he would be doing.” She finished for her mother.
“It really is a big shock.”
“It shouldn’t be. I’ve wanted to be a cow my whole life. You both knew that. Science just finally gave me a way.” She turned away from the window finally to see her mother who had clearly been crying herself.
“I think I always knew, you’re right. You are how you want to be, and we should be happy for you.”
“I just wish dad would be.”
“He’s going to have to get over himself.”
“And pigs will fly.” Chelsea responded ruefully.
“I know you’re stressed honey. I want you to get some sleep. I know tomorrow is supposed to be the party, but I think I’m going to make some plans for us in town. We’ll give your father some space, and something to think about.”
“Alright.” Chelsea wondered at her mother’s cryptic words, but shrugged, accepting the blanket and the kiss on her forehead from her mother.
*** *** ***
Chelsea awoke to the sound of her mother on the phone. “Yes, that’s great that you can squeeze me in, I really appreciate this.” “Who was that?” Chelsea mumbled sleepily as she wandered into the kitchen.
“Oh, just someplace I want to stop by in town.” More of her mother’s cryptic answers.
Chelsea made her way in to the kitchen. Her father was nowhere to be found. Steven chatted amiably while Daniel and Kelly sat in somewhat stony silence trying not to look at Chelsea.
“Daniel, would you and Steven stay around today, find your father and spend some time with him? I’ve got some errands to run.” Daniel just nodded and returned his attention to his oatmeal.
After breakfast Chelsea grabbed a quick shower, or at least as quick as she could given her body size, and got ready to go. It was still fairly early as she climbed into the van and they set off back towards town.
The first stop was just down the road, a small farmhouse with a young couple who had a small baby. Chelsea never got out of the car as her mother delivered the first batch of milk to the couple. She got a couple hugs and a lot of thanks.
Getting back in the car she pulled them back out on to the highway.
*** *** ***
As normal Roxie kept up a constant prattle as they motored back towards the city for what she described as some girl time. Chelsea figured her mother wanted to do manicures and pedicures, but was a bit shocked when her mother stopped in front of a business she’d never thought she’d see again.
“Mom, what are we doing here?”
“This is our next stop.”
“You can’t be serious!” Chelsea stared at the door. It was one of the ‘Nu You’ chain of transformation parlors. She had no idea one of them had even set up shop in this remote region of the country, let alone that her mother would bring her here. It was in an old strip mall, with few other stores, save a black light minigolf place and what looked like a seasonal costume shop. There were a few signs about going to hell scattered about the parking lot from religious demonstrations against it, but it seemed they were the only ones there this morning.
Her mother started to get out of the van.
“Mom I’m not getting changed back.”
“I’m not asking you to. I’m asking you to sit and wait while I make a few modifications to myself.” “What?”
“I am going to teach your father a lesson.”
“By what?”
“I was thinking of a tail. I’ve kind of always wondered what having one was like.”
“Mom this is a serious decision!”
“Yes, it is, but last night made me realize that I need to support you.”
“You don’t need to change yourself to support me.”
“Oh, I know. This is for me. You don’t think you came by love of your tail out of the blue do you? I’ve always wondered what it would be like to have one of my own. Plus, this is going to teach your father a lesson.”
“I am not hearing this.”
“Don’t be like that, come on, I need support here too. Come sit with me.”
“I can’t believe you’re doing this.”
“Believe it.”
They both made their way into the reception area.
“Hi, I have a 10:30 appointment this morning.” Roxie started.
The woman, distracted by Chelsea, quickly realized she needed to do her job. “Oh yes, Mrs…”
“Just Roxie, please.” She interrupted.
“Yes, Roxie, got it.” She jotted it down on a clipboard which she handed over. “Please fill these out and we’ll get you in. My but this lady has had some lovely work done. I didn’t know we had anyone in town who had such an extreme change.”
“This is my daughter; she’s visiting from Boston.”
“Oh, how wonderful, do you mind if I get a look?” Chelsea blushed a bit as she promptly did a little circle to show off her full body a bit. The receptionist clapped excitedly. “That is amazing!” Turning her attention back to the paperwork at hand she looked down the chart. “Mrs… um Roxie, I need you to initial these forms and fill out this one. This is a pretty quick procedure so you should be in and out in.” Roxie reached for the pen and began filling out the forms.
“Mom, are you sure about this?” Chelsea inquired.
“Of course, I’m sure. I’ve given it lots of thought and I’m a grown woman, and your mother I might add. If I didn’t get veto power over your tail, then you certainly don’t get one over mine.”
Chelsea stopped, and bit her lip while her mother finished up the paperwork before handing it back.
“Thank you, now about the payment?”
“Oh yes, here’s my card.”
“Thank you. Let’s just run it through… and you’re approved. Everything is all set, have a seat and we’ll be out to get you shortly.”
Within a few minutes her mother was walking through the dark glass door, on her way to be changed by the machine.
*** *** ***
Chelsea fidgeted. She knew her mother had every right to get transformed, but she worried all the same. She wasn’t sure what lesson that her mother hoped to teach her father, either. She tried not being too anxious, and the receptionist was mostly ignoring her as she dealt with calls and filling out paperwork.
It was quarter past eleven when her mother came back out. At first Chelsea couldn’t see much. Her mother looked mostly the same, though she was walking a bit oddly. It took a moment for Chelsea to realize it was because she had her new tail stuffed down her skirt and it was distracting her. This wasn’t unusual, her own tail had taken a couple days to learn to control.
Her mother gave a sheepish smile at the looks her daughter was giving her. “It kind of has a mind of its own right now.”
“You’ll get used to it.” Chelsea smiled a bit at the humor of watching her mother twitch as she fought to control whatever tail she’d added under her skirt.
*** *** ***
The next stop was the anticipated manicure, pedicure, and facial. Both women getting a chance to luxuriate in the spa treatment. Chelsea was surprised at how open most of the women were to her, and many asked her a lot of questions. It seems that the option for getting changed had only been around a few months and while some of the more adventurous folks had tried it, most folks had merely been curious. So, she did a lot of dispelling of rumors. The lady running the place had a blast painting her toes all kinds of vivid colors that sparkled, while another girl took the time to brush out her tail, something Chelsea greatly appreciated.
By the end of the afternoon both women were much relaxed and headed back to the house, with only the occasionally uncomfortable shift from her mother in the front seat to give away that she now sported a tail.
Chelsea was curious enough, and after a while finally broached the subject, but her mother firmly refused to answer.
“That’s between me and your father,” was all she said.
*** *** ***
The farmhouse was quiet when they pulled up, but there were sounds from around back. Peeking out the backdoor Chelsea saw her brothers and father congregated around the grill in a ritual that she knew all too well. Her father was flipping steaks, while Daniel and Steven drank beers with him. Kelly sat off quietly over on the picnic bench under an old oak tree. Her sister-in-law saw her and a faint twitch to her face made it clear that she wasn’t thrilled.
Cheslea sighed. She’d never been close with her sister-in-law. She and Daniel fought too much. His devout conservatism versus her progressive liberalism. It had made for a lot of rousing fights during thanksgiving dinners, particularly in election years. Sadly, she knew he was a stubborn solid second edition of her father, and he married a woman that wasn’t about to welcome a freak into her life.
“Come on, go, you’re blocking the door. I need to get this potato salad out there.” Roxie half pushed Chelsea out the screen door into the sunlight.
The talking instantly died as the guys turned to her. Only Steven seemed to offer any reassurance with a wan smile. Chelsea looked at him, hoping for any clues, but a subtle shake of his head made it clear. She wasn’t going to be welcome here.
Roxie ignored this silent exchange as she brought out dishes and sides. She even brought out a skewer covered in corn, potatoes, and peppers for Chelsea to eat. She ducked over the grill and placed it over the back of the grill, away from the meat.
“What’s this?”
“It’s dinner for our daughter, she doesn’t eat steak.”
Daniel scoffed, “Why because she turned herself into on?”
There was a resounding smack as Roxie’s open hand went straight across Daniel’s cheek. “What the hell, mom!”
Roxie’s voice was icy. “She is your sister, and you will treat her like it.”
“She’s a freak.” Daniel shot back.
“She is your sister!”
“She is not my daughter,” came a low growl, tinged with a slight drunken slur. “No daughter of mine would debase herself in such a way. We raised her better than that.”
“We raised her to be her own woman.”
“She’s a fucking animal, Roxie, and I don’t want her here.” Fred slurred again.
“How dare you, Fred.”
“I don’t want an animal in my house.”
“If you kick her out then you’d better kick me out too.”
“What the fuck are you talking about Roxie?”
“I am saying if you don’t want any animals under your roof, you’d better kick us both out.”
“You aren’t an animal, she is.”
“Oh, I beg to differ!” With that she spun and pulled up her skirt to flash a soft white flash of fluff as her tail sprang outward. It shivered a bit as it flicked, Roxie’s agitation making it stand upright, much like the deer she copied it from.
Fred rocked back as if he’d been hit. Daniel all but fell over, while Steven spat his beer and tried very hard to suppress a grin at his mother’s audacity.
“Roxie, what did you do?”
“I did what I needed to make you understand that your daughter is still your daughter. I made a choice to stand with her, and respect her decisions. I listened to your bigotry last night. If you want to keep me as your wife, then you’re going to learn to accept her, and me! “
Chelsea was awed by her mother’s fervency, her devotion to defending her daughter’s choice. It was a warmth that crept up through her seeing her tiny mother stand up to her father this way. She wanted to run and hug her, but for the moment she let the sight play out, her mother, tail still out and flicking over the back of her dress, and her stunned father who now sat next to the grill looking lost and confused.
Daniel had slunk away to hide behind Kelly who seemed oddly detached from the whole hullabaloo, still drinking her beer.
Finally, Fred seemed to recover a bit.
“Roxie, it’s been thirty years. I’ll no sooner kick you out of my house than I would cut off my arm. If this is how you feel, then…” He trailed off, lost in thought, his balding head red in the sun only slightly darker than the shades of crimson that washed across his face as he musted the courage to say the words. “I’m sorry, I’ve been an ass.”
“Good, do it again and we’ll get you a tail to match.”
Fred seemed horrified at that prospect, and it took him a moment to realize his wife was kidding.
She graciously tucked away her tail again and set about finishing the food. Though the mood had broken somewhat she and Steven came inside to eat with Chelsea while their father sat in his yard chair, mostly ignoring the birthday steak he’d cooked.
“Maybe it wasn’t the best birthday for him.” Chelsea conceded.
“No, perhaps not, but it’s one he’ll never forget, and I think one he needed to have.” Roxie commented as she munched on some corn. “He’s a good man, but he needs to get with the times. I’ll make sure the next time you come visit it’ll be a friendlier atmosphere. I’m sorry this has been so rough on you.”
“It’s not all your fault. I should have told you sooner. I should have given him time to prepare. I just thought he’d have to accept it when he saw it was me. I was wrong in that.”
“No, he would have just dug his heels in harder. He needed the shock to knock some sense into him. It will get better, I promise.”
The evening remained quiet, and Steven left soon after. Neither Daniel nor Kelly bothered to stay goodbye, but at long last Fred came in and apologized once more before he headed to bed.
“I’d better go check on him. Maybe show him the tail isn’t all bad.” Roxie smiled slightly wickedly.
“Mom!” Chelsea objected.
“Relax. I’ll be ready to take you to the airport tomorrow.” With that she cleaned her place and headed for bed.
Chelsea just set about milking herself to leave another batch of milk for Irene’s friend. *** *** ***
The goodbyes had been somber, but her father had chosen to see her off. His hug was stiff, but she could accept that. At least she got one. By the time she got home from the flight it was late. Irene was waiting up for her with Clyde who mewed happily at her return.
“So, how’d it go?” Irene asked.
“Better and worse than expected.” Slowly Chelsea related the trip to her as she started unpacking.
Irene made polite noises of listening and a few comments, but hooted when she heard about Roxie’s sudden decision to get a tail and show it off at dinner. “Well, I’ve heard about getting a man’s attention with some tail, but that’s a bit too literal even for me.”
“This coming from someone who looks like a gamer’s wet dream.” Chelsea lobbed back at her friend.
“Hey don’t knock it sister, I love some action from the guys and this look gets me all I can handle, and that’s a lot.” She cupped her generous bust and posed seductively for a moment.
“That’s not going to work on me, I’m into cock remember?”
Irene faked a pout, “Too bad, you’d be fun.”
“Tell the guys that.” Chelsea’s voice lowered. “I think most guys are just a little intimidated by me.”
“Their loss. Maybe you should find a guy with enough hands to tend those nipples of yours. No sense settling for two when four would do better. But do let me know if you ever decide to pinch hit for the other side. I’d love a chance to give you a ride.”
Chelsea laughed, “Maybe I should, on both counts, but not tonight. I need to be milked and to get some rest.”
“Well, I could always lend you a hand.” Irene made a rude gesture with her fingers.
“I’m sure you could, but then I’d never get done!”
“Who says? I take pride in making sure all the ladies in my life get finished. More than once if possible.” Irene gave an indignant snort.
“You are incorrigible. Delightful, but definitely incorrigible.”
It was Irene’s turn to laugh, “Always, and don’t you forget it!” Clyde just circled their feet purring and rubbing against their legs. It was good to be home. |
Sorcery.Net Episode 2: The Dragon
Will opened the closet door a hair, peeking inside. Lacking a light in the interior, the closet was completely black, no sign of anything out of the ordinary. He opened in a little further, letting light in. To his astonishment the boxes of outdated computer gear he'd never probably need were gone. All that was in the closet was another door on the far wall, this one made of metal with rivets along the outside.
The catboy stepped inside to take a look, only to find himself in sudden blackness as the closet door swung shut behind him. Will quickly turned, reaching out for the door, but finding something completely different. As he turned the blackness faded, revealing a room made of hewn stone. Sitting in one corner, slurping noisily at his cock, was none other then the red dragon that Will had seen browsing the website earlier.
The dragon looked up at the naked catboy that had suddenly found his way into his domain, a black forked tongue slid across reptilian lips as it rolled onto all fours and began approaching Will.
"Oh sh...!" was all Will had time to get out before three hundred pounds of horny, scaly flesh knocked him back against the wall. The dragon's forepaws proved to be quite dexterous, gripping Will's legs and pulling him to the ground. The red beast murred happily, nuzzling the catboy's face and giving him a few licks.
"Hey! Stop it!" Will protested, not wanting to be a playtoy for a dragon, a MALE dragon at that. The dragon either had no comprehension of what Will had said, or had chosen to ignore it. The red beast's tongue slid downward, the long forked length curling around Will's shaft.
"Oh hey! No! Knock it off! Hey! I'm a guy!" the catboy protested, but the much larger scalie was having none of it. Will gripped the dragon's horns, trying to forcefully pull the dragon's head away from his cock. He tried to push himself back onto his feet, but the motion made him thrust involuntarily, the tip of his cock rubbing across the ridges on the roof of the dragon's mouth.
Apparently the creature took this as a sign that Will wanted to play. The dragon began to bob his head forward and back, lips and tongue tracing over the catboy's altered cock. Will didn't know if it was his inexperience with blow jobs, the dragon's skill, his cock's enhanced sensitivity, or the fact that he was being given head by a mythological creature, but whatever the reason it felt too good to resist.
He purred as he sank back down to the floor, wrapping his legs around the dragon's sinuous scaled neck. It didn't really matter if the dragon was male or not, this whole day was full of things that were entirely impossible. So why shouldn't he enjoy a few sexual pleasures with a male dragon? Dragons weren't supposed to exist, so why should he be all worked up about one intent on licking and sucking him to climax?
Will felt wonderfully calm and relaxed, he was sure he was either taking all this strangeness really well, or had gone into a sort of emotional shock. It didn't really matter which, the only thing that mattered right now was the dragon's wonderfully warm mouth around his cock. With a playful growl, he thrust deep into the dragon's mouth, pulling himself forward with the dragon's horns, intent on going in as deep as he could.
The dragon murred happily as the catboy's seed began to flow, filling his mouth. The red beast eagerly gulped it down, the tongue curled around Will's cock keeping him from pulling out until the creature had coaxed the last drop of cum that he could get.
The dragon nuzzled Will's neck softly before moving into a corner and taking a seated position. The creature cocked his head and made a soft "Myeh?" sound. Will couldn't help but stare at the erect black dragoncock that emerged from a slit in the creature's yellow belly scales. It was the size of his arm, at least! Will was quite glad that the dragon knew he was too big to fit, the beast would've broken him in half!
Well, it was only fair that he return the favor, and it was an opportunity to study a dragon up close and personal. At the very least he'd have some ideas on dragon anatomy for future use in a roleplaying game or something of the like.
The catboy sat down on the dragon's tail, finding the smooth scales a somewhat comfortable seat. He pulled the dragon's cock against his chest, one hand keeping it in place, the other stroking up and down the massive length. The dragon's eyes closed and he began to purr softly. Will kept the pace nice and slow, the dragon didn't seem to mind.
The dragon bucked gently, a spurt of precum gushing from the space shaped tip of his length, the sticky goo hitting Will in the face. The catboy scrunched his face, shaking his head and spitting to try and dislodge it, but it... kinda felt good being there. Nice and warm, and it smelled nice, and tasted wonderfully sweet.
Will suddenly found himself with his mouth pressed up against the dragon's cock, licking the red beast's cockslit, lapping up the rest of the pre. It was almost an instinctual action to way he did this, there had be no conscious thought involved. He had just gotten a taste of the stuff, and here he was, inhibitions cast to the wind, eagerly seeking more.
The cockhead was bigger then his fist, certainly not something that he could fit into his mouth, but the dragon didn't seem to mind the catboy's eager licks and kisses. Will knew the scent was having some sort of an effect on him, but he didn't care at all. It was a dragon, a wonderful, friendly, playful dragon with no intention of harming him. If an aroused dragon's fluids had this sort of effect on a person, that would explain how so many of the DnD campaigns Will took part in had a half dragon in them somewhere. With this scent filling his nose, there was no way he could NOT think of sex, and the only being to have sex with was the powerful beast in front of him.
The dragon's black, gleaming member grew warmer with each lick and caress, the creature's body heat seeming to rise as the pleasure Will gave him increased. The enticing scent had Will achingly hard again, but he couldn't take his hands off the dragon's slick shaft in order to guide himself into the magnificent creature's tailhole. It wouldn't be right, taking a dominant position with something so powerful
He had come to Will interested in mutual pleasure, so whatever they did it ought to be as equals. The catboy's tongue slid down the dragon's maleness as his hand moved upward, eager to test out the possibility of an idea he had found somewhat interesting for a long time, but figured the physics of it were impossible. Will purr-chuckled as two fingers met no resistance entering the dragon's cockslit. A third joined them, then a fourth before there was any sort of push back. "Mmm... this is probably going to feel a little funny at first big guy," Will purred, "But it's gonna feel so good once you get used to it." he said with a grin.
It took a massive effort of willpower to pull himself away from the dragon's cock, but Will managed, knowing how good it would feel for the both of them. The catboy coaxed the dragon down onto his back, the bright red creature looking up at him curiously, wondering what Will had in store.
The catboy scooted up onto the big reptile's belly, positioning himself just right. He reached out with one hand, pulling the dragon's massive cock down to lie against the smooth scales of his belly, his other gripped his own shaft. Loud moans emanated from both males as Will's cock vanished into the dragon's. All the precum the beast had gushed had made the inside wonderfully slick, and Will's manhood was just big enough to stretch out the dragon's urethra a little bit, giving a delicious friction that made both of them shiver.
Will gripped the dragon's cock tightly with both hands, sliding them up as he thrust in, and moving back as he pulled out. The catboy's furred crotch quickly became sodden as a titanic blast of pre spurted out of the dragon. It was incredible fucking the dragon like this, the heat pouring off the beast's aroused body, the scent of the creature's fluids that made him so delightfully horny, the awe inspiring mass of the big black organ before him. Every little thing seemed to heighten everything else. All five senses swirling together in his mind into a single point, all of it building towards and incredible crescendo.
With a near deafening roar that eclipsed his own growling scream of ecstasy, the dragon climaxed. The flood of wonderfully warm seed coating him set the already overstimulated catboy over the edge. For one glorious moment he felt everything, every hair on his head, every pore on his body, every scale on the dragon beneath him, every little speckle and splotch of dragoncum over his body, every little inch of the dragoncock before him.
He fell back from the dragon, his cock sliding free of his lovers with a wet slurping sound and a soft pop. But instead of the smooth scale and powerful muscle beneath him that he expected, Will instead found the softness of his bed.
The scent of dragon still filled his nostrils, his body was still covered with cum, but Will was no longer with the wonderful dragon's lair. He was back in his apartment. He licked his lips, tasting the sweet saltiness of the dragon's seed. The taste was better then he had expected semen would taste.
With a purring chuckle, the catboy made his way to the shower, not wanting to drip on the carpet. Man, if that website could do things like this with him just playing around, just imagine what it could do if he really went into detail with things? As the hot water hit his body, the temperature reminding Will of the feel of the creatures seed when it touched his skin, he found that he couldn't stop grinning. He was SO looking forward to all the things he was going to do this weekend, as well as what all the things that were going to do him. |
A Better Friend
I purr happily, licking my mother's face and neck, getting her all wet, and easier to swallow. Both of us are so eager for this moment. She's taken off her nanosuit, allowing me to see all of her beautiful body.
I hug her to me and lay on the bed. I caress her soft fluffy fur with both hands as well as my forepaws. I could look at her for hours, my eyes tracing over every black marking, every sweet patch of silver. I gaze into her beautiful blue-green eyes. She lets out a little gasp as I open my mouth, kissing her deeply.
My tongue finds her own, and I find the texture intrigues me. This is yet another activity that I would have no problem taking part in for hours on end. Keeping my tongue in her mouth, allowing her to suckle upon it, I pull my head back. My jaw pops from its standard joint as I open my lips, beginning to take her head inside my mouth.
She reluctantly releases my tongue, purring happily as she finds herself neck deep inside me. I grab her under her arms with my hands, and grasp her hips with my forepaws, lifting her off the ground and pushing her up into my mouth.
With serpentine elasticity, my skin stretches to accommodate her shoulders. I curl my tongue around her breast, teasing her. She's wet and achingly hard. I push her up further, able to tilt my head back now, allowing gravity to take over and pull her down my gullet.
The aspect of my throat that leads to my stomach closes off, the part leading to my egg pouch opens, making absolutely sure that my mother will be safe. I hold onto her, making sure that she doesn't descend too quickly. We both want this drawn out, to take time. Both of were enjoying the experience.
She shivers as her breasts slide across my tongue, down inside me. I curl my tongue around her cock, holding her outside of me, wanting to pleasure her before she gets in too deep. She thrusts eagerly, but she wriggles and writhes, wanting to continue downward. As much as I'd like to caress her to climax with my tongue, have her seed coating my fur.
With some reluctance I release her, allowing the rest of her body to slide easily into my mouth and down my throat. She slips into my egg pouch easily. I slip my internal tentacles from their homes in the walls of my pouch. They seek out her sexes and breasts, soft sucker mouths and soft tongues caressing her.
My mother purrs happily, stroking my tentacles. I sense that she's tired, wanting sleep more then sex. I extend another tentacle, finding her mouth and slipping inside, distributing a sweet liquid into her mouth. Blocking her mouth as I am, even if she was unwilling to swallow, she'd be unable to spit it out. But she is willing. She eagerly gulps down my nectar, and it has an almost instantaneous effect, her eyes close and she drifts off into a restful sleep.
I pull the tentacle from her mouth, keeping the others in place, pleasuring her as she sleeps, insuring that she has exciting dreams. I lay back in our bed, purring, my tummy rounded with my mistress' presence. I stroke my belly with my forepaws, my mother's sense of happiness and contentment making me feel much the same.
I'm responsible for her state of happiness, and since my mother is happy, I'm happy as well. I'm to wait a few minutes, to make sure that my sleeping nectar functions properly, keeping my mistress asleep. I spend the time looking over my sexy form, the beauty of the body my mistresses dreamed up to fulfill their fantasies and desires.
I know that my standing height is just a shade over seven feet in height. Compared to the researchers, I'm nearly a giant. From front to flank, my draconic body is longer then I am tall, approximately ten feet in length, with twelve more of serpentine tail.
By placing my tail on the ground and curling it around my back legs, I can shift my center of gravity enough to stand solely on my hind legs. while such a balancing act makes for rather ungainly walking, it does allow me to utilize all four manipulatory limbs in an effective fashion.
My wingspan is similarly large, nearly thirty feet when unfurled fully. Their position is slightly off from that of a normal dragon to compensate for being comparatively front heavy with my humanoid torso, rather then a long neck and head.
I have four digits on each paw, three fingers and a thumb on my handpaws and forepaws, and three toes in front and one in back on my hindpaws. I'm incapable of manipulation with my hind legs, but I am able to grip things. The same with my wings, although they're by far my weakest limbs grip wise.
My tail is also designed to be extremely flexible, and it is prehensile. I'm able to grab things with it, pick things (and people) up with it, use it as a weapon to give a powerful swat, or curl it up and provide a comfy, fuzzy bed for any one of my mistresses, if they so desire.
I really like my coloration, like that of a tiger. Beautiful black stripes on a radiant orange with a white underbelly. I'm mostly furry, but the underbelly area of my draconic torso, back to the very tip of my tail is covered in soft, smooth scales. The contrast between my underbelly and my black nipples and genitals is something I find interesting. My coloration makes them stand out all the more.
I find myself absentmindedly twisting my hair. A sweet shade of honey blonde, it reaches down to just about touch my draconic back, but doesn't quite make it unless I lean back. It feels so wonderfully soft as well.
I pluck a pony-tailer from my mother's nightstand, putting my hair back so it doesn't become messy or tangled. I want to look my very best when I go out to see my other mistresses! Mother was quite sleepy and I didn't get to interact with them much outside of saying hello and walking past them.
It's only been about a minute, but I should wait about five before I can assume my mother is completely asleep and truly napping happily. I make a checklist of processes I can test on my own that have yet to be confirmed as working. Most of them were able to be tested with interaction with my cybernetic brain, so it's a rather short list. Most of them involve sensory experiences with my erogenous zones.
I also take a look at my files on my mistresses to see if there's anything I could do to make myself more pleasing. I chuckle as I find a common link. They're felines of course, so it shouldn't come as any surprise to me. I immediately set activation for all of my breast nodes, as well as making myself begin to lactate. All of them love multiple breasts, and all of them love milk.
I give myself an over view of their species as a whole, and I find it quite interesting. The data is so much more intriguing when looked over by an organic mind, rather then simply sitting in binary data files.
The six researchers aboard Damocles Station are all female type hermaphrodites and all feline. Though there's some variation, all are members of the Leiaou species. Originally a somewhat militaristic race of lions, upon advancing in technology the ratio of males to females that was natural to the species caused a strange sort of shift in how the culture viewed their males.
For the most part males were bred to be big and served the purpose of fighting off other males, or large dangerous creatures. With the advent of iron age technology, they became, for the most part, entirely replaceable. With a common ratio of ten females to one male, Leiaou society was of course female dominated. Males weren't particularly intelligent, and almost always inherently lazy.
As a result the females slowly broke free of their small pride-based social structure, using the males as slave labor and breeding almost exclusively. Males just weren't bright enough to take to schooling as the females did. So as a result all technological advances were created be females, who viewed the males with contempt, and thereby controlled what they created to their own gender's advantage.
The society advanced quite well and quite quickly on their home planet, most skirmishes settled through athletic contests, rather then out and out war. The Leiaou being an aggressive species of predators, but unlike others then put their natural power and aggression into something non-destructive.
As a result of a universal use for males solely for reproduction purposes, and other females for love, mating, and pleasure, as soon as genetic engineering and alteration technology became able to make a Leiaou female in appearance and have fully functional male and female genitals it was widely utilized. Within two generations the entire Leiaou race was made up of hermaphrodites.
When the Leiaou developed space faring technology, they found themselves to be quite useful to the rest of the furre races. The Leiaou are amongst the largest naturally occurring mammalian species, with an average specimen standing 6'8" and weighing 250 pounds on average. They are also highly intelligent and place an emphasis on education, discovery, and technology. After all, it helped them get to the point that they are today.
There is no discrimination against males and females of other species from Leiaou, though they believe themselves to be somewhat superior due to their dual genderedness. The Leiaou found the other furre races fascinating, and many take a member of another race as a sexual partner at least once in their lifetime.
Due to their size, strength, and keen minds, the Leiaou are primarily law enforcement officers, soldiers, and mercenaries, though there are a fair number of scientists. There are also a large number of Leiaou professional athletes. For the most part in mixed race society the Leiaou fill roles where they can put their size and strength to good use, as they're also naturally competitive and aggressive.
Despite using their males as such for most of their early society, the Leiaou have an intense dislike for slavery, and attempt to crush such operations as best they can. It might stem from regret regarding how they treated their males, but I'm not entirely sure. Sisterly compassion for the victims of such crimes bring many Leiaou to take one, or several, former captives into their own households, showing them true affection.
As a result 'pure' Leiaou, that is those who are fully leonine, comprise only about two thirds of the Leiaou population. There are a great number of interracial births fathered and mothered by Leiaou, all of whom are hermaphroditic, as Leiaou are genetically female and thus possessing two X chromosomes, combined with their bodies rejecting all Y-chromosome baring offspring.
Universally smaller then their Leiaou parents, physical careers aren't in the cards for most non-leonine Leiaou. They do inherit the keen mind of the Leiaou, and are well suited to scientific careers. Thus all Leiaou research stations, like Damocles, carry a heavy complement of non-leonine Leiaou crew members.
The purpose of most of the projects at Damocles are designed to eradicate slavery. Most of it is the design of engineered lifeforms like myself, that are perfectly suited for particular tasks, quick to grow to adulthood, and fast breeding. Thus able to work more efficiently then slave labor in fields where it's still economically feasible to utilize slave labor. While we're recognized as sentient lifeforms, and thus required to be paid, we're far more productive. Costs are less to pay us for a task, not meaning that we get paid less, but less money had to be spent on things like life support equipment and radiation shielding.
Others are designed to combat slavery in a more physical way, as better soldiers. I myself am impenetrable to all standard ballistic projectile fire, most calibers of rail gun, impervious to disrupter, disintegration, and laser fire past the 'expendable' outer layer of tissue. Theoretically at least. Individually each of my inner scales acts in such a fashion, but the way I'm designed has yet to be tested.
It's another thing that I don't expect to ever have to come to know, the Leiaou view harm and violence as things to be used when absolutely needed. It's likely my children who are placed in security roles will be the ones who find out if the inner scale system works or not, as they're the most likely to get blasted. It shouldn't occur on Damocles. Piracy against Leiaou holdings results in several wealthy Leiaou gleefully destroying the finances of any person and organization involved.
My five minutes are almost up. I begin to think of which of my mistresses I should go and meet with first. All of them are so busy, but I know that they would easily welcome the distraction of their collective creation come to pleasure them. I scan through the information I have on each one of them, all of them having some part in my creation, though Cally did the most work, and thus is programmed into me as my mother.
Mistress Tatanya contributed only the smallest parts to my design, but without them Mistress Cally couldn't have done very much. Tatanya is a virologist, and her work on the station centers around tailor making vaccine type viruses. Something that will have essentially no effect of the body, but trigger the creation of antibodies that will also be able to destroy something more dangerous. Or more common or annoying. It turns out every planet has it's own version of the common cold, and it alters every year. Also, altering my genetic structure now that I've been finished has to be done using retroviral treatments. It's old technology, but has really become something of an art; shaping existing DNA was easy to learn, but hard to perfect.
Mistress Tatanya is an ocelot, extremely small for a Leiaou, about five and a half feet in height. The images and profile I have tell me that she's a cute little dark haired bundle of energy, happy and hyper. She's prone to swishing her swivel chair from side to side while looking down her microscope. Even when she works she doesn't stop moving.
I can imagine her lithe little body beneath my tauric form, my cock stretching her to her very limit. She likes being dominated, and more then likely would prefer I treat her as my plaything instead of the other way around. As long as it is my mistress' desire, I have no problem taking on the role of mistress myself.
Mistress Leelinaw, or Lee-Lee for short is a very touchy-feely pantheress. Lee-Lee designed my sexual layout, as well as helping with a few other systems in her specializations. She is one of the most intelligent Leiaou, holding three doctorates. Her work as a fertility and reproductive specialist is behind her now for the most part. She's more focused on design aspects in various artificial creatures that are planned. Her knowledge of endocrinology, urology, and gynecology are all well appreciated by all aboard. With all that, she knows all the right places to rub and caress.
A quick interface with the station's computer shows that Mistress Lee-Lee is currently occupied with an appointment and thus sadly not available for play. Though considering who her patient is, I'm sure both are having a great deal of fun.
Mistress Regina is actually responsible for a great deal of my theoretical design. Due to her physiology, she isn't well suited for the intricate work that many of my other mistresses can accomplish. Unlike others on the station, who have several generations of Leiaou in their family tree, Reggie is the result of a loving union between a Leiaou diplomat and a true sphinx. As a result she is incredibly smart, having a good mind for working out puzzles as well as filling in the in between details about aspects of my form that the others don't have any specialization in.
While not holding any degrees, Regina is a font of knowledge on almost all topics. Her inability to chose and retain a major during schooling is a result of this. She's somewhat hunched over as compared to a true humanoid, and her hands are more like paws then true hands. The design of my forepaws is actually based on a more dexterous version of her own hands. She also prefers to walk on all fours, as due to a halfway quadrupedal biology bestows chronic back pain on those who walk upright too often.
She also has a pair of wonderfully soft feathered wings. Regrettably unlike my own, they're not suited for her weight. A true sphinx has a lighter build then a Leiaou, as well as having avian-like bones to lighten the body for flight. Reggie inherited her father's biology for the most part. While her frame would support larger wings, the genetic therapies that would also grant her the increased flight muscle strength in order to fly are prohibitively expensive, even for one paid so well to do wonderful cutting edge research.
The other five are currently saving to pay for the process, which is mostly the supplies and raw materials. Reggie herself has made several designs for the possibility, and we have all the equipment and expertise on the station to perform the genetic alteration, thus cutting out the huge fees involved for specialists.
Though usually serious, logical, and a bit enigmatic, Mistress Reggie's softer, cuddlier, more playful side emerges at times. Usually when she's in a randy mood, or a bit sleepy. She loves to snuggle, usually sharing a bed with another of my mistresses. Soft feathery wings make a wonderful blanket, though I'm sure she'd like to try the experience herself with my own wings, even though they lack feathers.
Mistress Miriam is our all around technology specialist, robotics, cybernetics, nanotechnology. Her work is what allowed me to be conscious and fully sentient during the first few moments of true life. The direct-to-brain download technology is essential to creating a creature like me in a relatively quick amount of time. My body was grown to adult size and I was given a mind to match it. Anything less, and there would be the unpleasant task of having to raise a nigh-invulnerable and dangerously powerful half-ton infant.
Mistress Miriam is an Abyssinian, short fur that is a rich cinnamon in color. The best way to describe her is nerdy. While she's perfectly content with social interaction and such, she doesn't actively seek it out and seems happy with only bits of tech keeping her company. She also has a tendency to focus intently on one thing and ignore everything else. Tunnel vision, essentially. For the most part my role is to make sure she remembers to eat something other then snack foods and frosted delights. A quick scan of outgoing data traffic tells me that she's looking at porn, probably enjoying herself.
Mistress Pepper is the most like me, since she's also a genetically engineered lifeform, though on the other end of the spectrum. She's by far the smallest one on the station, not even four feet tall. Due to part of her creation she's extremely amelanistic, giving having mostly white fur, white hair, and red eyes. She has a few pink stripes on her body though, giving away that she's not really a true albino.
She's a botanist and contributed the photosynthetic function that my body would resort to in space in an emergency, as well as the ability to store light energy by using the backs of my wings, which function similar to leaves or solar panels. This allows me to not need as much food as one for my size, as well as storing up a charge inside of me that I can use to boost the strength of my draconic breath weapon. It does mean that I need some amount of real sunlight to take advantage of that process, though.
She's also... also... I blink a few times. I don't have her psychology profile. I check the area where it should be, and find that the data has been corrupted. I link up with the station's central databank and try to download it from there, but I find that it too has been made into a bunch of gibberish.
I poke around a bit, and I finally manage to find it on the tertiary file backup system. It's something that seems almost redundant, having the original data storage and two other backups, but when research is so important, it's better to be safe then sorry. Only Miriam and myself know of it's existence on the station, as it's only meant to be seen when all three data systems before it have failed.
I open the file and find out why the others were corrupted. Pepper is severely paranoid. I can't help but feel sorry for her, as her creation was in effect the complete opposite of mine. Whereas a great deal of thought and planning went into me, Pepper was created on the cheap by a company that quickly dissolved for violating lifeform rights practices.
Though the purchasing of synthetic lifeforms is allowed, we do have rights, though they're lesser then normal beings. Essentially it's somewhere between normal sentient's rights and an animal's rights. While it's not illegal to harm one's purchase, it is illegal to cause them irreparable bodily harm or outright kill them. We are to be treated humanely and we are to be paid for any work we do, though it's at fractional wages then other sentients, usually a quarter to a half depending on our owner's generosity. We serve at our tasks until we've made our owner four times our purchase price, then we're considered free creatures with the same rights as anyone else. There were a few scandals a while back of companies setting unrealistically high purchase prices, and only selling after 'discounts' that didn't affect how much the freedom price was, and a few other busts that dealt with companies that tried to set up situations where the synthetic lifeform could never earn its way free. Each time the government stomped out a loophole, the companies would try and find a new one. It's a dangerous but profitable gamble for companies, since the punishment for violating rights is as high as the profit that can be gained.
Mistress Pepper was engineered from Leiaou DNA combined with that of a non-sentient mouse. They did that in order to get a relatively small size, though the bits they left in that they shouldn't have caused Pepper problems. Her eyes don't work properly, she has oversized pupils and next to no irises. As a result her eyes let in far too much light. She wears tinted goggles everywhere in order to be able to see without pain.
She was created for a pleasure role, and much like myself was birthed as an adult using cybernetic attachments to the brain and direct downloading. Her programming is terrible, completely rigid, poorly written, and the source of no end of trouble. The corporation that designed her sought to exploit loopholes in the laws by 'renting' the creatures they made for a set period of time, then buying them back for the original price after a year, then memory wiping them and renting them out anew.
The cost of Pepper's series was artificially inflated, making it so that it was impossible to achieve the freedom price in imaginary wages. It doesn't matter if an artificial lifeform is paid for or not, taking normal scheduling and set base wages for various industries into account, they're meant to be freed even if their function is that of an unpaid personal companion.
So at the end of the year, each was brought back, their personality saved to a database, and the body's physical memory wiped. As they were still considered property this was legal, although incredibly unethical. It's for the lack of ethics that saw the company's demise, the Leiaou private sector essentially destroying the company and buying up the pieces, setting all those that were created there free as well.
Sadly that caused even more problems. Due to the rigidity of their programming, Pepper and those like her require a master, or else they're to return to the company for reassignment. Being free, they have no master, and there is no company to return to, which makes for a programming loop that causes strange and often unfortunate and sad things to happen.
Pepper was one of those whom they tried to rehabilitate, that simply lead to them fixating on their mentor to be their new mistress, even if it was never spoken. Pepper's mentor tried to steer her towards acquiring hobbies and interests, as a result Pepper took up gardening, and being told that she should learn as much as she can, Pepper went to collage to study botany.
Her mentor passed away shortly after Pepper's graduation, and due to the requirement for a master, Pepper satisfied that by essentially assigning the corporation that employed her as her master. So basically she lives for her work. She avoids conversation, as she's well aware that she depresses others. She stays in the greenhouse and tends to her plants all the time.
She also tends to be instinctually afraid of those larger then herself, which is everyone on the station. I know she probably won't seek me out to make friends or anything of the like, but I feel that she's the one who needs my companionship most, and that I might be able to help her. As I'm also a created lifeform, I'm not someone she can set as a mistress in her mind, and thus she can see me as an equal, unlike everyone else on the station. Hopefully I might be able to fix her mindset a bit, and if she allows me to link up with her, maybe I can fix the faulty programs that they put in her cybernetics.
I get to my feet and call up my internal map of the station, heading to the Arboretum on the upper floors, as computer logs indicate that Mistress Pepper spends 96.3 percent of her time there. Oddly enough she's never actually entered the room assigned to be her quarters. Apparently she keeps all her things in the Arboretum and sleeps there as well.
It was kind of a strange thing for someone programmed to be personal companion to take on a near feral lifestyle. But then again, considering her fear of almost all other sentient creatures, the Arboretum is the place where she's least likely to encounter them, and most likely to be near a hiding spot.
As I walk through the station, I can't help but feel alone as I meander though section after section of empty apartments, stores, food courts, and machine shops. This station was meant to hold over a thousand lifeforms in luxurious conditions, and four times that in more cramped arrangements. The circumstances and reasonings behind having a comparative handful of beings in such a large station are not a part of my mental database. Though I suppose due to the relative danger of some of the experiments a minimal staffing was required. Mistress Tatanya's experiments had the most possibility of incurring collateral damage if anything went wrong. Maybe the stations were mass-produced. Maybe people are intended to be moved in later. I should look into it at a later date.
I can tell I'm getting closer to the Arboretum, as the empty boxes of soil meant to hold landscaping are beginning to show signs of life. A few tiny sprouts here and there, and a scant few blades of grass appear as I walk onward. This soon gives way to small shoots and tiny flowers. It's rather strange, as internal calculations show that assuming even ten percent of the planters are filled to this distance from the Arboretum on this section of the station, that the amount of work required is beyond the capabilities of Mistress Pepper and eight All-Purpose Maintenance Droids, which is four times the number of AMDs that she's supposed to have active.
A quick check of the station's stores tells me that Pepper has no AMDs checked out, nor has she ever utilized one. As I near the Arboretum I can tell that she's done something to the plants, as records indicate these planters were not filled when the station was originally set for occupation ten years ago. Nor does the size correlate with the growth patterns of a standard specimen. The trees appear to have been growing here far longer then the five years Mistress Pepper has served as the only botanist in Damocles Station's history.
A small movement in the bushes draws my eye, it's not in sync with the station's air currents. It immediately puts me on edge, as it means that one of the ecological support creatures has gotten out of the Arboretum. I make a note to set a half dozen AMDs to the task the next time I'm near one of the storage units.
I activate the sliding doors into the Arboretum and step through, pulling my tail in quickly so as not to cause the doors to stall and keep the biological containment field up for longer then necessary. A diagnostic on the field itself indicates no gaps that would account for a small creature being able to sneak out. Perhaps another door then? I set the computer to perform diagnostics on all Arboretum containment fields as well as the doors themselves.
As the door closes, the opaque blue-green energy field shuts off, allowing me to view the biological splendor for the first time. My own capabilities are excessively limited in trying to convey the beauty of the place in words and phrases. Species of flora from a hundred worlds grow and flourish here, planted in the perfect arrangement to feed and nurture one another with their various soil needs and additions.
There are the green leafed plants that are common to nearly all worlds, but green leaves are mixed with blues and pinks and purples from places where the evolutionary process utilized a slightly different chemical composition. Slightly below the leafy canopy is an even more vibrant rainbow of colors, shorter flowering trees designed to be in near eternal bloom, fragrant flowering vines looping gently through their branches. A confetti of varying kinds of fruit contrasting the leaves and flowers that surround them adds still another dimension of color and beauty.
I know that I can walk the paths here for days and explore the beauty of this place. What I can see from this spot is the tiniest sample of what the Arboretum has to offer. The flowers that line the path are meant as the merest samplings of what is kept in the flower garden at the center. This area is meant to be a semi-open space, allowing for recreational activities and play.
As I walk toward the area where Pepper has her lab set up, I can find only a single sight that seems wrong or out of place. As I pass by what is listed on my internal floor plans as a playground is instead overrun with grapes, vine roses, and morning glories. The metal and plastic structure has been converted for use as trellises. The way it's almost entirely covered by growth, even the padded fall mats below, seems like an almost conscious effort to hide the thing from view. I make a note to ask Pepper about it, as I'm sure she's the source of any deviations from the original plans.
And the closer I get to Pepper's lab, the more the landscape begins to deviate. It's been grown larger, heavier, and thicker here, giving things a rainforest-y look with the density if not the environment. This area is cooler and more humid then the original specifications state it ought to be. More then likely for Pepper's own comfort.
It takes me a few minutes to find the way into Pepper's lab, as all but one of the paths into the area have been overgrown, trees and thorn bushes planted in the middle of them and allowed to grow wild. It makes me sad to see that Pepper feels that she needs to grow a fortress for herself in order to feel safe and secure.
I notice that the bird songs that are common in other sections of the Arboretum are entirely silent here. The small movements caused by small animals are also absent, although there are tiny shiftings not in line with the wind that I can't identify. I don't wish to jump to conclusions, but I have some speculation as to the direction of Mistress Pepper's applications of her research.
As I step into the gazebo that serves as the entry to the lab itself, I find my suspicions confirmed as a vine playfully curls around my tail, tickling the underside. I turn and gently remove the vine, clicking my tongue disapprovingly at it, letting the plants know that I'm not here to play, nor am I a violent, dangerous creature, prone to needlessly tearing away curious flora.
I follow the sound of muted song into the main lab, where I see Mistress Pepper laying atop the belly of what appears to be an exceptionally large green gecko. I look over the creature, spying flower buds along its back. I can find no match to existing species in the station's data banks. Nor can I find it in a registry of licensed artificial lifeforms. Though if it is primarily plant based it's exempt from registration.
The gecko is hugging Pepper against its belly tightly, the tiny white furred feline humming happily, eyes closed. I approach slowly, making enough noise to make myself known. I lay on my belly beside the two of them, reaching down to stroke Pepper's hair. The lab's lights have been darkened enough to allow her to work without the use of her goggles, so I see the deep red oil drops that are her eyes as she looks up at me with a smile.
"Anya." she says softly. I nod and return the smile with one of my own. She's so very tiny, not even as tall as my arm is long. I offer a hand to help her to her feet, her tiny handpaws barely encircle my own fingers as she allows me to pull her up from her place on the plant gecko's tummy. The creature rolls onto it's belly, looking up at me warily.
"Halu isn't sure if she likes you just yet." Pepper says in almost a whisper, which I soon realize is her speaking voice. She looks down at the gecko, which is eying me curiously. I reach down and give Halu a few pats on the head, and then I lean a bit further forward to give her belly a few tickles. The plant creature squirms contentedly at the touch.
Pepper smiles, "She's decided she likes you. I think I like you too." she says, hugging me as best she can. "Even though you're so much bigger then I am, I don't feel afraid of you."
I nod, "Likely it's because I'm an artificial lifeform, Mistress."
She sighs and takes a seat on my back, sitting with her back against that of my own humanoid torso. "Probably. My programming either treats you like another one of me, or overrides my instincts knowing you yourself are designed to be entirely unable to harm me. Doesn't really matter which one." she says, sighing again.
We sit in silence for a few minutes as she looks me over, running her handpaws over my wings, feeling the muscle beneath my skin, but she always returns to stroking the soft smoothness of my wing membranes.
"They look black until you turn them towards the light, then you can see they're actually a really dark green." she says, looking up at me with a smile, one that looks almost real rather then those that have come before, those have simply been parts of her manners and courtesy programs.
"I made the pigmentation?" she asks, a question. She knows she did, but she requires confirmation.
"You did indeed, Mistress." I say in reply, reaching back and patting her on the leg. "Thank you."
She nods and again we return to silence. I begin to see why she distances herself from others. She's never been taught the way to properly interact with others socially, she was programmed to speak only when first spoken to, and though her current role dictates that she no longer has to abide by that rule, force of habit has made her uncomfortable speaking first.
I curl my tail around her, gently picking her up as I shift to allow us to have a face to face conversation, allowing her to lay on one of my back legs. I curl my tail into an oval shape, the bottom keeping her rump from sliding off my leg, while the upper portion provides a rest for her head. She smiles, a genuine smile this time, and absentmindedly begins scratching my leg, enjoying the feeling of my soft fur.
"I don't disturb you?" she says after another minute or so of silence.
I shake my head, "No, Mistress, I understand that you were made to listen, not to talk, so you don't talk very often and have a hard time bringing yourself to do so. Most sentients have evolved to have a sense of relative urgency, so they feel uncomfortable with long silences when someone has to find the proper words and test and retest them a dozen times in their own mind."
"Yeah, we live just about forever, so we don't have that problem." she says with a smile that's betrayed by a sad glint in her eye.
"I'm not sure I want to, though. Live forever that is." she says, leaning back and looking at the ceiling. I decide to remain quiet, as she wants to talk about something.
"Especially if this is as good as it gets. Anya, this is the longest actual conversation I've ever had with anyone. Usually it's just a few sentences from me to somebody detailing my progress and maybe one or two questions. Or I get told something and I nod. The only time I can remember that I've actually spoken longer with somebody was when I was first recovered, and those conversations with my adviser don't count because they were prompted, nor do presntations. It's prompted, scheduled, and prepared in advance and even those make me nervous. It's still burned into me to be careful of saying something that's wrong, even if I go over the data a hundred times I'm still nervous I'll screw up. It's why I wanted to be out here, I can just type out my progress reports and transmit them without having to say a word." says the tiny Leiaou with a soft sigh.
"You probably think I'm silly for not getting my programming cleared out, but I just... can't. It's built to where it's an incredible phobia. I've tried to get it done, but the moment the utility touches my programming, awake or asleep I start to panic. My fight or flight response goes haywire after awhile. The last time I tried to get it done, I went into biological overload and was clinically dead for three minutes before they brought me out of it."
"It's stupid. I know it's not going to hurt me, I know it's going to make me feel better, but I just can't help it. I was at the manufacturing plant when they got me, I was the next in line to get mind wiped. It's a horrible sensation, having everything you know just vanish into nothing and you come out knowing that you used to remember more then you do now, that you used to act differently, think differently, that you know you used to be a completely different person, but you can't remember how you were different. You can't do anything but act to follow your original programming."
"I had a sister. Though technically I guess my whole design series were sisters, but we were owned as a pair. Compared to some of the things I've heard, we actually had a pretty nice owner. We just cooked and cleaned. Our mistress had gotten to liking us just the way we were, and with company organization being as poor as our programming, we went three years without being sent back for wipes. So suffice to say we actually developed deep set personalities. It was during the last days of the company when an emergency ass covering search of outstanding models pegged us as almost having worked to our release cost."
"Our Mistress was an old woman, she couldn't do anything when they pick up crew came to get us. She'd been giving the pick up guy a thousand credits when he would come to pick us up for program updates every 6 months, and two thousand every year to skip the mind wipes. Though because the process never actually took place, it was just marked down that we were, the accounting files were never purged. So company policy dictated that we had to be brought in and reset as a precaution."
Pepper is silent for awhile. "There's a reason it's illegal to mind wipe after two years, and twenty one months is the usual safety cut off. The neurons grow too big and too widespread or something and when you try to run the wipe current through them..."
The little feline just shakes her head and sighs. "Super-stroke. Mint had the lower production number, so she sat in front of me." Pepper sighs again. "Do you know what a mass program conflict overrun is?"
I wince, "In poorly coded cybernetic programming it's where so many guidelines for behavior are in conflict that they can't be resolved and are responded to in the order they appear in the hard code."
Pepper nods. "Due to a quick fix, some of the behavior files were shunted to later serial numbers. So when I saw blood coming from Mint's nose 'Defend Self' 'Defend Sister' beat out the need to obey company rules and regulations. When I was breaking out, thankfully, the Leiaou were breaking in. Company'd been dismantled as a legal entity, and all operations were to stop immediately. Though it wasn't immediately enough for Mint, or for the three attendants that found out how sharp my teeth were."
Another long silence. "I can't eat anything that bleeds because it reminds me of..." she's having trouble finding the word, but a motion to the side of her neck where the jugular vein lies is enough to get her meaning across.
"Can't eat meat, don't like having animals around. S'why I like plants, they just suck up food from soil, water, and sunlight. Though Halu eats bugs. That's ok, bugs don't bleed thick and red." she says with a shiver.
"When the removal of my programming was first described to me, it sounded like a mind wipe to me. I decidedly didn't want one. When it started making integration into society harder and harder, it was explained to me in better terms, but I couldn't get over my phobia. Eventually I just had my cyberlink taken out, as I started to get more and more uncomfortable doing anything with it. I stopped using the link entirely, and then just had it taken out as it became something I didn't use that had the capacity to kill me."
She sighs. "So, yeah. I'm stuck with a head full of bad wiring and no real way to get rid of it. I try to change my behavior but it's slow going. No one notices I'm improving but me. I figure in another twenty years I won't instinctively try and duck under a table when any true born feline taller then four feet walks into the room."
She falls silent again, and I get the sense that she's probably not going to start back up. "You've never told anyone that story before, have you?"
Pepper shakes her head, I smile at her, picking her up and giving her a hug. "Well you told it to me, and I think being able to tell me that is a big improvement. If you ever need to talk, I'm always ready to listen." I purr, nuzzling the tiny white feline's neck.
She kisses my nose. "I'll remember that. Thank you, Anya."
We sit in silence again, but this time it's a happy silence. Pepper clings to me tightly, snuggled up against my shoulder, my arms wrapped around her. I let her go when she starts to wiggle a little bit. Neither of us needs to say anything. She goes to a nearby computer on a low table and continues her work, the large plant gecko walking over to provide a seat for the tiny feline.
I can see Pepper smiling as she goes about her work, something that I'm sure she doesn't do often. As I leave the lab I find myself smiling as well. I've been designed to attend to the wants and needs of those aboard the station. I'm not even a day old, and I've provided Mistress Pepper with the one thing she needs most in this universe, a good friend. |
Shattered Shards: Marital Mayhem
Don took another big gulp of his milkshake as Vivian started on her third helping of fries and second hamburger. He was rather astonished, having never seen his petite, one hundred pounds soaking wet wife eat like that before. She had been skinny and underweight her entire life, trying her best to fill out, to get the curves that all the 'hot' women were supposed to have, but never being able to keep the weight on.
Though she wasn't vegetarian, the freckled blonde wasn't too fond of meat dishes, and usually she ordered a salad when they went out. If she kept up like this, Vivian might gain some weight, but also dinner at home might be worth it for once. Coming home to something besides rice and greens might mean Don would stop working late. Which also might help to curb a recent habit of his wife's that he'd meant to bring up.
Though it was coming out of her portion of their finances, Don was a bit worried that Vivian was dropping a few hundred dollars a week in a strip club. The charges on their shared debit card were from a company that provided financial services to such places.
"Enjoying your meal?" asked their server, her build what Vivian would politely call plentiful, but Don would outright call fat.
Don nodded his head, though he didn't particularly care for the looks of the serving staff, the food was good. It spoke volumes about the cooking at the place, since the cooks, bartenders, and waitresses, (or with the medieval tavern theme they had going, wenches) ranged from chubby to obese.
Typically that wouldn't be a problem, but most of them ranged a bit beyond 'pleasingly plump,' and that combined with the fact that they obviously weren't human, meant Don had absolutely no interest in looking at them.
But that was no reason to be rude, he smiled and nodded, "Yeah, its pretty good. Can I get another one of these milkshakes? I'm not sure what it is exactly, but they're just about the best I've had."
The server smiled, "It's the milk and ice cream, it's from boquines rather than cows."
Don blinked, "Never heard of 'em."
"It's a cow-horse hybrid; one of the gals here breeds and raises them. We get a pretty steady supply of milk that way, even more so now that the first few calves have grown up." The waitress said with a grin before walking off, leaving Don to slurp up the last leavings, and Vivian to start on yet another hamburger.
She took this only slowly, taking small bites, her pace of eating slow enough that she could carry on a conversation.
"Sorry about that, Don," she said, wiping ketchup from the side of her mouth, "I've hardly gotten a bite to eat since last night, and I guess I was just feeling a bit piggish because of it."
Don chuckled, "Don't worry about it, hun. I've never seen you gobble down protein like that before. Usually you have a salad or something with grains. You're allowed to be a pig for one night, since you eat like a cow or a horse the rest of the time." He teased.
"That kind of reminds me of something I'd like to talk to you about." The petite blond said, nibbling her lower lip, "You spend a lot of time at work lately, missing dinner, having me all alone, just cooking for myself. Well... "
She took a breath, "I was hoping that the two of us could spend a little more time together. You know? Go out and do something fun a couple nights a week? I'm sure the office could spare you two or three evenings."
Don shrugged, "'Together Forever'" he said with a smile, quoting the words that were inscribed on the inside of their wedding bands, "Yeah, the office could let me out more often. It's just that there isn't too much to do, usually we just end up arguing over what to watch on TV. Do you have something in particular in mind?"
Vivian blushed as the server returned and placed a milkshake before her husband, "Well, I was thinking, maybe we need to do something a bit more exciting, erotic, spice up our sex life, you know?"
Don raised a brow, "Okay, who are you and what have you done with my wife?" he teased, "What brought about that idea, Viv? You've always been... Well... You've never felt comfortable with anything except plain vanilla. The last time you wanted to spice things up, that meant you being on top for once."
Her husband's words only made the blonde's blush deepen, "Well, Don, that's why I asked you here tonight." She said, pushing out her chair and standing so she could reach over the table and grasp her husband's hands.
"Whoops." The server said softly, the chair hitting her in the hip, making her two fingered hand lose the grip of the pencil she'd been tapping against her paper.
"I figured we could go out to one of the clubs around here, watch the goings on, get in the mood and... You don't like it?" she asked as Don's eyes went wide, his nose wrinkling, looking like he was trying to suppress a gag. She turned and followed his gaze, which went beneath the short-ish skirt of their server.
The satyr's tail was lifted by the waistband of her dress, and her ample backside left little room for the fabric to cover when she bent down. The lack of panties beneath meant that as she spread her legs and leaned down to pick up her pencil, her loins were open for all to see.
Rather than what he has expected, Don saw a grapefruit sized pair of brown furred balls beneath a thick sheath.
He realized he was staring and quickly turned his gaze back onto his wife, both of them blushing. He quickly realized he was making an unpleasant face and did his best to alter his expression until the server moved on.
"Holy shit, Viv, he-she freaks like that ought to come with warning signs. That's damned disgusting. I mean... I know sh... he... it needs a job, but honestly. There's no need to advertise like that. You know she's not wearing anything under there on purpose. Urgh."
He pushed away the milkshake, "That's ruined my appetite. Now, what were you saying, honey?"
"I want to go to a club nearby, watch some of the fun, and then... Well... I want to fuck." Vivian said, blushing deeply.
Don was stunned; he'd never heard his wife use that word before. She never cursed, never used foul language, never anything remotely like that.
"There's this one place in particular, I've spent some time there, enjoying the sights, as it were. It's... Incredible, Don. I want you to see it. I want you to experience it. It was like... Destiny or something that brought me there. I was just driving, and I got a pull to go in, to visit the place. I was shy at first, but it happened every time I drove by, until I finally went in and well... But you may not like it."
Don sighed, "Honey, I'll do just about anything you ask, you know that. Now what kind of club is it? It's not like oiled up musclemen on stage prancing around, is it?"
Vivian shook her head, "No! Nothing like that! It's not a woman-centric club, or a gay club, or really much of a fetish club or anything like that. Umm... Actually it's uh... "
She said something softly that her husband didn't catch.
"C'mon, Viv, you can tell me. It's not like all the performers are going to be like the waiter... Waitress... Thing."
"It's here. And y-yeah, they kind of are." Vivian said, her voice almost a squeak. Don's face fell at her words.
"You're kidding me. You actually want me to come at watch flabby girly-boys gyrate around?" he said with a nervous laugh.
"I... I think it's kind of sexy. It just seems... right somehow, with the roundness of the phallus and testes along with the breasts, hips, and rear. I just think it's... " she lowered her eyes as her husband began to glare at her.
Vivian took a deep breath, "Don, just one lap dance, and if you don't like it, once we get out into the car, I'll suck your dick."
Vivian's husband was nearly blown away by the words, not only their vulgar tone, but the offer of an act that he knew his wife found rather gross and disgusting.
He gritted his teeth, "And they're all fat he-she half-goats?" he asked.
"No, not all of them are half-goats. Most of them are half-horses, actually, and there's a few other half-types, and a couple hybrid types. Let's see if we can get Myshelle for you." Vivian said, grabbing Don by the wrist and leading him across the dining room to a set of double doors beside the bar, the sign overhead stating that it was the VIP Lounge.
"Slow down!" Don said, putting a stop to her pulling. Most of the time he went along with what Vivian wanted, letting the demure woman pull him around. This was one of the few times he put his weight down.
"This Myshelle is a satyr, right?"
Vivian nodded.
"And she's all... " he waved his free hand, "Like the other one?"
She nodded once more.
"And you want me to get a lap dance from her?"
A third nod.
Don sighed, "I can't see what you think is so sexy about them." He said, allowing Vivian to pull him forward again.
"Well, for starters they have very long, agile tongues and dexterous lips; it comes from a small blend from the herbivore part of the lower body. More muscles for better, well defined movements. Oh, and they... " Vivian continued to ramble on about the advantages of having a satyr lover. Don paid little attention.
She got like this, occasionally, fixated on something. Usually it would mean having a large number of books scattered across the table so she could learn just about everything she could. Then a few weeks of intense interest and practice, then a few months of focus, followed by her acquiring a new fixation.
The last time it had been landscaping, the time before that it had been feng shui, the basement was filled with boxes of abandoned projects and no longer wanted books. He supposed that in time Vivian's satyr fetish would fade as well.
"Just the lap dance." He said with a sigh, slipping through the double doors.
Don gasped as he saw the performers within, most were equine satyrs, as Vivian had said. But there were others. A feline with six breasts, shimmering, silver feathered wings, and a spined cock. A timberwolf-woman with a huge, red, knotted shaft. A gargoyle-like creature that danced upside down, bird-like feet gripping a bar at the top of the stage.
But Vivian lead him to where a pair of equine satyrs sat upon a backless U shaped sofa. Both dressed in latex and generous amounts of gothic makeup, each rather plump.
But then Don realized they were clear on the other side of the room, with each step he realized they were bigger than he had thought, absolutely massive with their bloated, roll-covered bodies. One had to be pushing up against five hundred pounds, and the other one... he couldn't even begin to guess what she weighed. The latex outfits were tailored to them, pushing every curve, fold, and roll into a... well... a somewhat pleasing alignment. Somehow the two didn't look half bad because of it.
They both smiled as they saw Vivian approach. It was then that Don realized the larger one was not entirely horse-like, she sported spots upon her furred lower body as well as horns, and her breasts lacked nipples, instead sporting four flesh colored teats upon each plentiful orb. She had to have the biggest breasts Don had ever seen.
He was too busy staring to notice that his wife had released his wrist, in favor of wrapping her arms around the smaller satyr, who sported fire engine red hair. She wrapped her pudgy arms around Vivian and planted a kiss upon her cheek.
"Myshelle and I were wondering when you'd drop in, cutie." She said with a chuckle, "So this must be the husband."
Don quickly found himself given the same treatment, finding it oddly pleasant, the closeness of the satyr a touch erotic. He suddenly found the bovine satyr's arms around his chest, hugging him against her bountiful belly and tits.
"Vivian has been telling me all about you for weeks. She's been worried that you'll get all upset and not approve of things." She said softly, quietly into his ear. Somehow her presence was making him stir within his loins. Her voice sounded familiar, but he couldn't quite place it.
"Don, this is Mistress Kora," she indicated the satyr with the flame hued hair, "And Myshelle." She nodded to the large one with her husband in a bear hug.
"They've been... Wanting to meet you, actually." She said, blushing a bit.
The bovine turned, lifting Don off the ground and dropping him onto the sofa, "You'll love this." She said with a grin, turning, one hip cocked, ready to begin, "I don't think I've met someone who hasn't enjoyed this."
As Myshelle began to dance, Kora grinned, placing an arm on Vivian's shoulders. "I bet you're curious as to why I asked you to bring your husband here." She said with a grin, leading Vivian to the next couch over, not too far away.
The petite blonde nodded, "I... I'm not sure how having him here will... You know... " she blushed and clasped her hands before her, trying to look as small as possible as she displayed her shyness.
"Say it, cutie." Kora whispered, leaning over her, the satyr's studded tongue slipping out and tickling Vivian's earlobe, making the human gasp softly, "You know you want to."
"H-how is this going to make me a shemale?" she asked softly.
"I'll tell you, on one condition." She turned, looking at Don, who's jaw was slack, eyes half focused, enjoying the effects of a magic-fuelled lap dance, "You tell him. Tell him what you've done, and tell him what you want." She whispered, hands tracing over Vivian's clingy evening gown, slipping beneath the short skirt, caressing already wet folds lacking the protection of panties.
This revelation made Kora grin, "Mmm... I wasn't expecting this. Such a bad influence we are on you."
"Oh... Oh goddess... " whispered Vivian, pressing against the satyr's hand, "I... I can't."
"You can, and if you want one of my gifts as bad as you claim, you will. You do want it, don't you?"
Vivian moaned with pleasure, Don began to turn his head, but Myshelle lifted a leg, placing it on the couch, blocking his view.
"I... I can't stop thinking about it. I dream about it at night... I... I touch myself remembering what it feels like to have a cock... " she moaned, her face and neck beet red.
"Then tell him. Tell him what a horny little deviant slut you are."
"Oh... Oh goddess... " she panted, "D-don, I have s-something I need to tell you." She managed to get out.
Myshelle moved her leg down, allowing Vivian's husband to see her, but then promptly plopped herself down on his lap, not putting enough weight on him to hurt, but just enough that he was immobile.
"Th-there's magic here. Magic in the dancing, it can make you cum from across the room or... Or... "
Don opened his mouth to protest, but no sound could come out, leaving him unable to express his anger at his wife being pawed by a fat satyr.
"It can change you, for a little bit. Oh Don, every afternoon I've been coming here, having Myshelle dance for me, letting the magic happen. I... I get a cock, and I jerk it off, I lick it, I suck it, and... And... ."
She threw her head back and moaned as Kora stuffed a latex-clad finger into her, "And I fuck them, and they fuck me, and I love it. Oh Don, I love it! I want more! B-but Mistress Kora said before I could be a shemale permanently, I had to bring you in. She said it would h-heighten my pleasure and make it grow bigger than anything I could achieve on my own."
Don stared at his wife with wide eyes, not believing what he was hearing. He couldn't get his vocal cords and tongue to work, to chastise her for the perverted desires the satyrs had instilled in her. The moment magic was mentioned, he knew that his beloved Vivian was under a spell. No way his innocent wife would desire something grotesque like that on her own.
He tried to shove Myshelle off of him, and to his surprise the hefty satyr stood, putting Don off balance. He tripped and found himself grabbing onto her for support, to prevent himself from face-planting into the floor.
He hooked his arms around her waist, and found himself with a face full of soft white fur upon her leg, her other one apparently lifted and just over his...
It wasn't a leg that was right over his shoulder, but rather a fat equine cock the size of a normal human leg. Don had himself a face full of scrotum. He gagged and got back to his feet, only for the bovine satyr to bump a hip against him, knocking him back down into a seated position.
She began to dance again, and Don felt his legs go numb, his cock beginning to stir. He could do nothing but stare as she moved with a grace that belayed her girth. The satyr moved in a hypnotic dance that bypassed his mind and went straight to his loins. He moaned softly, reaching for his zipper.
Kora chuckled at the sight, "Mmm... no one can resist a satyr once she's started dancing." She purred, nibbling upon Vivian's neck as she slipped off the shoulder straps of the human's dress, letting it fall down her slender frame, onto the floor.
"N-no, Mistress." Vivian moaned, rubbing her rump against the satyr's groin, "Sh-she's not even dancing for me and I feel it. Oh... I need to fuck so badly... P-please?" she asked, her brown eyes pleading.
"Oh of course, my pet." Kora said with a chuckle, tugging up her skirt, no longer suppressing her natural urges. Her two and a half foot equine length quickly surged to full erection. She took it in one gloved hand, teasing the human's saturated sex with her flare.
"We might as well give your pussy the best fucking its ever had, shouldn't we, my pet? As a way of saying goodbye."
"Oh, oh yes Mistress!" Vivian cried, spreading her legs, reaching down and gleefully opening her netherlips to their limit with her hand, "F-fuck me one last time, then make me a sexy shemale, like you! I've been dreaming about it for so long!"
Don's gaze switched rapidly from Myshelle to his wife to Kora, then back to Myshelle, he'd pulled his cock out and was jerking it frantically, but for some reason it wouldn't go more than partially erect, it was full length, but floppy. He felt a strange sensation, like his balls were swelling instead of his member.
His attention was pulled away as Vivian cried out, Kora shoving every one of her thirty inches of horse shaft into her. Vivian had one foot on the couch, allowing herself to spread as wide as possible. One hand pawed frantically at her clit, the other caressed one of her small breasts.
"Oh Mistress, I can feel it, I can feel my clitty growing. It feels so good, so sensitive... So much better when it's a real change... " she moaned.
"That's because you've very attuned to magic, my pet. Your body can tell the difference between something temporary and something permanent. So very sensitive and susceptible, I'm not surprised you felt Myshelle's dance from outside. Mmm... You never had a chance, did you? From the moment you stepped inside, you were mine, weren't you?"
Vivian blushed, "Yes, yes! I'm yours, Mistress! I've always been yours!" she cried.
"Good." The satyr said with a wicked grin. She gently coaxed Vivian's hand away from her breast for a moment, with a swift motion of her hand, removed the ring upon her finger, "Then you won't be needing this anymore."
The act enraged Don more than anything that had been done to the two of them thus far, but he could not bring himself to get up, to stop frantically jerking at his half hard shaft. Precum drooled liberally out of it, and it felt quite nice, but he still felt no closer to climax then he'd been when he started.
His slacks were beginning to feel uncomfortably tight, and his hands felt funny as well. He reluctantly released his shaft, used both hand to tug his boxers and pants down to his ankles.
He gasped at what his saw, his testicles had swollen to the size of grapefruits and showed no indication of ceasing. The skin of his sack had grown thicker as well. The magic must be altering him to give him a horsecock or something, an alteration to increase Vivian's pleasure, as the satyr had said. He gripped a heavy ball in one hand, finding it just as pleasurable as jerking off. He began to caress his swollen sack, fingers spread wide to take in the round orbs to their fullest.
It was then he noticed the oddity upon his hands, webbing had appeared between his fingers. As he watched it crept upwards from the middle digit, until he had something that looked like a mix of a hand, a frog's foot, and a bat's wing, the membrane stretched between each finger and to the thumb as well.
They must be turning him into some sort of animal-creature. Something aquatic, which would explain why his legs were going numb and fading away.
Wait, fading away?
Don looked down past his sensational feeling balls and say that his legs were withering slowly, the flesh upon them lessening with each passing second. He gasped as he saw his feet, his toes missing, nearly everything below the ankle gone, leaving a rounded stump.
He felt something churning within his guts, making him promptly pull off his shirt and toss it aside, not noticing that his fingers were thinner now as well, the webbing that had stalled around his left ring finger pushing the loose ring off, dropping it onto the couch next to him.
He looked over his chest and found that the thin hair that had grown there had vanished. Were they changing him into a woman? Was that it? He had lost the bit of a gut he had and his torso seemed thinner.
Once he had removed his shirt, he found the same webbing that enwrapped his fingers growing beneath his armpits, were they turning him into some weird, bat-like thing? No legs, huge wings, and gigantic balls?
He wanted to gag and turn away from the sight, to close his eyes to everything, but it all felt so good, he couldn't keep his hands off of himself. His legs ended at the knees now, his testes the size of basketballs. He finally found himself growing erect, but webbing had also appeared at the base of his cock, pulling it towards the rest of his body.
He couldn't stop fondling his balls, rubbing them, caressing them, even as his legs seemed to melt away to provide the mass. Don could see why Vivian had become so easily ensnared, if the satyrs could make someone feel this good, in a way they had never felt before, of course they would become enraptured.
Vivian had always been so sweet and innocent, sex hadn't been much of an interest of hers, so when the satyrs had given her great pleasure, she had no resistance, no ability to defend herself.
"Oh please, please, more!" Vivian moaned, drawing Don's attention away from his transforming body once more.
Looking at his wife, Don felt sick. The lips of her sex were oddly thick and puffy, extending several inches from her pussy, and from between them grew her elongated clit. Smooth and red, it lacked the distinguishing features of a penis, but not the length. It was long enough to poke out of her fist and thick enough that she could wrap her fingers around it. Six sickening inches and still she wanted more.
It was getting harder and harder to move his arms; they were increasingly pulled to his sides. Don looked down at his hands and found that rather than becoming an aquatic creature, or a bat, as he had though, it seemed instead that he was losing his arms entirely!
His fingers had fused, leaving him with crude, fleshy mittens for hands, hands that were pulled further and further away from the two beach balls that filled his sack. Even without the caress, his pleasure built, pulling him closer and closer to orgasm.
And the closer he came to climax, the more of his body melted away. Don couldn't fathom what it is they were doing to him, or how it would fit with Kora's words about his wife's pleasure, which she seemed to be tending to quite well.
He turned his head, neck feeling oddly stiff, and watched as Vivian arched back, wrapping one arm around the satyr's head in a modified hug, thrusting her obscene clit forward into her fist, screaming with delight in a way that Don had longed to make her do for so long.
He felt his guts churn again as the red-haired satyr's cry joined Vivian's own, rivulets of thick demi-human seed leaking from between Vivian's legs. She collapsed onto the sofa, moaning, panting, looking over at him with a gleeful look in her eyes.
She looked... different. Her facial features had been altered just a bit, her eyes larger, slightly slanted, her nose a smaller and more pleasing shape, her lips puffier and naturally red.
She brushed her hair out of her face, looking like a porn starlet. Vivian wasn't his Vivian anymore, rather she was some gorgeous, lust-crazed slut that the satyr had transformed her into. It hurt to look at her, tears filling his eyes as he turned away, only to find the thick hand of Myshelle, gripping his head, now bald for some reason. Don found himself drooling, his mouth filling up with thick saliva for some reason.
With a pleasured grunt Don found the fat stripper's cock in his mouth. It should have been impossible, the girth enough to dislocate his jaw, but everything felt oddly soft and pliable. Trying to bite down didn't even work, as his teeth had gone AWOL sometime in the not too distant past.
She pushed his head down, down, down, forcing inch after inch of her length into his throat. Oddly enough he didn't gag; he didn't feel the slightest discomfort from taking three feet of gooey, drippy horsecock orally.
It felt kind of... good. Pleasurable, like he imagined having a pussy must feel like, except that somehow his mouth and throat had become one. He closed his eyes, not wanting to see anything more. Not that he could with his face on level with Myshelle's furred groin.
He felt Vivian's soft hands caressing his back, which felt good as well, strangely erotic, her hot body pressed up against him, her clit-cock lubricated with the mix of her own cum and Kora's seed, positioned just above his rump, dripping down into the cleft.
"Oh I want this, Don, I want it so bad." She panted, "No worries, no office, no more obsessions just... Pleasure. Sweet wonderful pleasure. M-mistress Kora has offered me a place here, being one of her satyrs, and I want it, I want to take it so badly. But I don't want to leave you."
Her plush porn star lips kissed Don's shrinking ear, his increasingly absent neck and shoulders, her tongue slipping out and licking beneath a strange, fleshy ring that formed where his shoulders had once been, that his head was increasingly being pulled into. It made Don quiver with pleasure, drool oozing from his mouth around Myshelle's cock.
"Together forever." Vivian whispered, thrusting into her husband, the contact electric, intense, incredible.
The transformation was hideous, crippling, but nearly worth it for the white hot surge of pleasure that rocketed through Don's entire body. It was threatening to consume him entirely, the contents of his huge balls trying to erupt through his comparatively tiny cock, the intense pressure splattering his hot seed on his underside, to what had once been his chest, below his chin.
Gallons of cum spewed from Don's shaft in a continuous stream, the pleasure the only sensation he felt as his last features melted away, his head and shoulders merging to form the structure, the bottom of his rib cage forming a ring around his middle. Blind, deaf, mute, no longer tasting the oddly sweet taste of his saliva, Don suddenly realized what he had become.
His cock melded into what had been his belly, the remaining orgasmic surge spreading out evenly into the thick flesh designed to take it. The orgasmic presence of his former shaft was nothing compared to the five foot long horsecock Don had become.
She bucked her hips, thrusting into her husband's rump, delighting in the feeling of her clitty as it lengthened and thickened further. But then she could thrust no more. Her netherlips surged with warmth, and it felt suddenly like there was more of them.
Vivian moaned as a gloved hands caressed her middle, a soft tickle within her tummy, and something seemed to flow out of her, to spread thick and wide in her husband's body.
Kora grinned, reaching down and plucking Don's wedding ring from the couch, placing it between her breasts with Vivian's. "You won't be needing that womb anymore either." She giggled, nibbling upon her new pet's ear.
"Now, let's get you started... " she whispered, latex fingertips seeming to coil around something that wasn't there. Kora tugged suddenly and Vivian cried out, bucking her hips as hard as she could, sending a surge of pleasure through her as the massive cock that had been her husband became her own.
She looked back to see her mistress gripping her thick, lustrous, beautiful blonde equine tail, lifting it up as she thrust eagerly into her new satyr's tailhole.
Vivian leaned down, hugging her gargantuan prick, licking it, stroking it, caressing it. She understood now, understood why he mistress had asked her to bring in her husband. How else could she have been gifted with such a huge, massive manhood.
"Oh I love you... " she whispered to her cock, "I love you so much."
Her shaft quivered, making a faint gurgle that could have been a reply, but was more than likely the shifting of the incredible amount of cum stored within her hefty balls as Vivian prepared to climax for the first time with her new member.
Her urethra being fucked by Myshelle's own massive shaft, her ass filled with her mistress' sweet cock, her first aspect of satyrhood now gifted to her. It was all so perfect, so wonderful.
Tears of joy leaked from Vivian's eyes as the first massive jet of cum surged forth from her, the pressure increased by the bovine satyr's cock within her own, the effect rather like a finger upon a faucet, sending her essence splattering all over herself and her two lovers.
Vivian was thankful for the now sticky couch beneath her; she wouldn't have been able to support herself without it. A satisfied, happy sigh escaped her lips, her slowly elongating tongue lapping at the seed upon her cock.
Kora laughed and wiped the splooge from her face, "My dear, I do believe that we're going to have to build your own special stage to perform on. I can't have you be making a mess of my VIP lounge every time you cum."
"Oh of course, Mistress." Vivian said with a giggle, "I'm just glad to be here. To be one of your satyrs."
Kora grinned and began to rub her pet's small, cum-covered breasts, "You're not one of my satyrs yet, hon. You need to bulk up a bit first... "
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Naeyn panted and moaned like a whore, not believing that she could behave like this, it was so out of character for her. Not only had she gone into a strip club (being two decades below the elven age of authority), not only had she paid for a dance from the performer that she had been almost magically drawn to, but here she was, not even changed out of her school uniform, rubbing against the dancer's cock.
The dancer was beautiful, almost angelic, gorgeous golden hair and tail, radiant white fur, her cock the purest pink and deepest dappled black. With her narrow features and pointed ears, she looked like an ideal of elven beauty that the fairer folk could never reach on their own.
A plant-centric diet meant that they would never attain her easy, graceful bulk, her freckled curves that begged to be rubbed and caressed. Their natural body type assuring that they would never be able to sport the large, sexy volley ball-sized breasts the satyr sported, and their lithe, frail frames would not allow them to support such a bounty without terrible back pain.
The young elf had never thought herself such a sexual deviant, nor had she ever had an interest in other women's breasts, but what she found herself craving more than anything was a cock, to feel what it would be like to have a thick, heavy weight between her legs. To take that warm length and sandwich it between a gorgeous pair of knockers, to buck and thrust until she coated her partner's face in her spunk.
And most of all she had never thought that she would be in a strip club, her seat pulled as close as she could get it to the stage, her uniform coat and blouse unbuttoned, rubbing her a-cups against the hot, sweet surging horse shaft before her.
She was soaked in the dancer's precum, and she craved more. She couldn't help it, climbing onto the stage, hugging the mammoth prick to her with one hand, the other caressing the flat head, scooping up the sweet precum to bring it to her mouth.
Quite quickly this wasn't enough for her, and she began to lap at the satyr's cockhead directly, pressing harder and harder against it, and before she knew it, she had her entire head inside.
Strong muscles gripped her, not letting her go, instead coaxing her in further and further, which Naeyn did gleefully, crawling inside the massive cock, grinding her hips against the inner walls.
The more of her body inside its erotic warmth, the better she felt, the more the intense pleasure spread from her loins, through her body. The closer to the base she got, the less the rest of her senses seemed to matter, all that mattered was her lust, her pleasure.
Her feet slipped into the shaft, and the young elf felt her pleasure growing exponentially, even her sense of touch fading further and further until she felt like little more than a sphere of pure erotic pleasure. If she had a mouth, or lungs, or vocal cords, she would have screamed herself bloody with the pleasure.
But as she truly was nothing more than a sphere, no, a cylinder, of pure erotic pleasure, she could do nothing but fly thickly through the air, splattering onto the metal grate that she had felt looked oddly placed. She oozed down the funnel, into the containing drum that awaited her at the bottom, her existence nothing more than pure sexual sensation, which was cooling by the moment, making her feel sleepy.
-o-
Vivian groaned with effort as her cock began the slow process of slurping down another customer. She stroked her titanic shaft, wanting to coax every last drop of pleasure out of the experience.
Officially she was not supposed to do this without a customer having paid for it, unofficially, as long as she remembered to do her duties afterward, Mistress Kora didn't care. The lead satyr knew the acts that her pet loved to perform the most, and allowed her to partake in them with clients, as most of her sisters weren't up for the experience.
She loved the sensation of her cock being stretched so wide, being so full. The additional weight within it was heavenly. She giggled as the elf's feet vanished into her cockhead, knowing that her favorite part was fast approaching.
As a fey Vivian knew that silly things like physics and biology did not apply to her. Moments like this were the result of pure magic. For the elf's weight was no longer in her shaft, but her sack. The plumbing required for such a feat would make things rather awkward and uncomfortable at times. But still, somehow, the elf's body could be seen within the thick skin of her scrotum, pressing against it, her mouth open in a moan of pleasure, thrusting her hips as she was pleasured by satyr magic.
She reached down, rubbing the swellings where the elf's breasts pressed up against her, the act making the elf trapped within her quiver with delight. She would be beyond physical sensation now, but Vivian always caressed her 'victims' when they were within her, it was one of the few times she was allowed to sneakily grope a client.
She felt every tiny shift of weight within her sack, watching as the elf's fingers, pressing at their fleshy prison, began to fade away. The arm pressed out further, trying to grasp at something that wasn't there. The more a client would struggle, the further a part of the body 'pushed' the quicker it would be consumed.
The bulge's shape and size changed as the elf's arm melted away, transformed into cum, trickling down inside of Vivian, pooling where it would be expelled first. The elf seemed to try and stand, getting to one knee than trying to push upwards. The kneeling foot slipped away, then the elf's standing leg.
The actions were not conscious, just patterns of thought being acted out instinctively in response to the magic. The elf herself was not trying to escape, ensorcelled as she was by the feelings of the erotic bliss that consumed more and more of her consciousness with every second.
She seemed to be licking at the walls that held her. Vivian moaned and slipped two fingers into the elf's mouth, giving her something to gleefully suck on as the process continued.
All her focus concentrated upon the place where there was the most sensation, her other arm turning entirely to cum, her remaining limb slowly melting into the pool beneath her. The elf's entire form became a little softer, less defined, hips and shoulders melting away, the remaining pieces moving toward one another.
The satyr grinned as the familiar outline of needful netherlips appeared in the skin of her sack, she rubbed a thumb over the small nub of the elf's clit, pressing two fingers into the cleft.
She always imagined this part as caressing her captive though a silken sheet. The twin divots where the eyes were went smooth, the nose melting away, neck, clavicles, and belly were no longer present. Merely femsex, mouth, tongue, and tits.
The suckling sensations began to grow fainter and fainter, the breasts losing their nipples, shrinking away until there was not even the slightest swelling to mark their passage. Merely lips of two sorts remained, and even they began to waver, slipping together into some kind of strange, obscene, otherworldly sex organ.
And then the elf's form was gone, her pleasure reaching its peak as her puddled form oozed into its proper place.
Vivian hugged her shaft as she climaxed, spewing forth her client in cum form out of her member, into the grate that surrounded the stage, at first to prevent her from making a mess, but now co-opted for uses just like this.
She lay back, panting, one finger absent-mindedly tracing the gift her mistress had given her upon her full transformation into satyrhood, a pair of rather pretty golden rings that had been broken on the bottom and made whole again, creating a sideways figure eight upon an elegant golden chain, the words 'Together Forever' inscribed within both of them.
She didn't quite recall what the words meant, or what the rings were for. But they had been familiar when she had been gifted with them, something of hers that she had lost in the past and that Mistress Kora had given back to her.
She was grateful for the gift, as it seemed to be something out of her past, or her previous life. Something Vivian knew that she had, but that she didn't quite remember anymore. She knew how new satyrs were made; she'd even helped with the process a few times. Tossing aside old, empty lives and filling them with new purpose and pleasure.
Though Vivian could not remember her old life, all that mattered to her now resided fully within the walls of the Amorous Satyr, she was thankful for the gift. It was something that had belonged to her, and had meant a great deal to her, even if she couldn't precisely remember why.
And trying to ponder on the situation never failed to make her cock do something weird, which it did quite often: quiver and tighten in the middle before spewing forth several gallons of precum, just as it did now.
The satyr giggled and patted her cock, "Naughty boy," she teased, "We really shouldn't be doing that to our clients. Even though they reform in a few hours. Sometime we don't remember to tell Mistress that the barrel needs to be changed. We need to be more careful, 'cause while we don't have someone crawl into you every day, sometimes we get two in the same day."
She sat down, dangling her hooves over the side of the stage, her cock going limp, allowing her to pull it to her lips and plant a kiss upon the slit, tongue slithering inside. Though it felt erotic, her intention was more for loving and kindness.
The other girls thought she was weird, talking to her cock like she did, treating it like it was a person. It didn't matter to Vivian, she loved her cock so much, and it was most certainly big enough to be another person. She loved her cock, she loved sex, she loved performing, she loved being a satyr. Nothing else mattered. Though that did get her into trouble sometimes, since she was often more interested in her own pleasure than following the rules.
Which was why she needed to go tell Mistress about the girl in the barrel. Though there hadn't been any trouble, the two people in one interesting body that had emerged when she had forgotten to mention the full barrel seemed rather happy, Mistress Kora was adamant that Vivian would do her best to make sure something like that wouldn't happen again.
Though the two-in-one had become one of Vivian's best customers, speaking with two voices at once, insisting on being referred to as an 'it' as they sported aspects of both genders and several different species (the stronger come-together magics of two individuals drawing out bits from past customers that were left in the barrel, Mistress had said), Kora did not want another creature like that around.
Quite frankly Vivian thought Mistress was just intimidated by having someone around who was even more lust-crazed and sex-addicted than Vivian.
Vivian giggled as her cock tensed in the middle, as if it were doing its impression of someone throwing up. She gave it a pat and a hug.
"Oh come on, you know you like it too. You think everything is gross, but still get hard and find it sexy." Vivian scolded, her flaccid cock turning a bit more red in the places where it was pink.
"That's what your problem is. You just keep thinking from a mainstream human perspective. If you'd just relax and abandon your silly notions about anything that isn't two arms, two legs, two breasts, two eyes, one pussy only, and humanoid you'd have more fun." She said, giving her cock a pat as it slipped into her sheath.
"Just like a man, roll over and pretend go to sleep when he's on the losing end of a conversation. You know as well as I do that you just love slurping up cute girls and spewing them back out."
She felt a warmth in her sheathed cock, knowing that it would be bright red if it were exposed. She giggled and hopped down onto the grate, kneeling to wring out seed-sodden clothes and gather them up.
"Don't want her to be cold, or missing an ear, once she pulls herself together." She said as she went about her business. Her cock quivered within her sheath, making Vivian grin.
"I agree, some variety would be nice. Personally I think she would make a rather sexy centaur. Centaur, not satyr, it would be kind of hard to get all of you into her if she were a biped." Her penis giggled, as though a point had been scored that it was only grudgingly admitting to.
Vivian grinned, "Well finally we agree on something sexy and non-human!"
She giggled and reached down, gripping her ballsack with both hands, hugging it as best she could.
"I'm proud of you; you've come a long way, now I just wish you were a bit more open to maybe getting some additions."
A thin trickle of precum oozed from her sheath.
"Oh don't start that again, I think we'd looked very sexy with some ribbing, or a few bumps and nodules. Give you some texture." She complained to her cock as she took Naeyn's sodden clothes into the back. |
(M TF stallion)
Ian and his girlfriend Jade were out on a relaxing ride on horseback through the woods behind their ranch. It was autumn so a rainbow of leaves rained down on them as their horses trot casually down the paths- though you could hardly see the path through all the leaves collecting on it. Even the wind was scented with dry leaves. Even their horses were having fun, occasionally nipping at one another playfully and whickering to each other when their riders got off to do something. Jade had an old book she was using to collect and dry leaves in, and had a sketchbook in her other hand, trying to capture as much of the seasonal scenery as possible. Something was a bit off, though. They were startled once by what sounded like thunder... except the sky was perfectly clear. Then Ian felt like someone was watching him, and the horses started to look a bit uneasy as well- though Jade seemed oblivious. Further down the trail they encountered another horse!
The stallion did not appear to have an owner, though it seemed pretty calm for a wild stallion. It was mostly black, but its shoulders, entire neck and head were snow white. The only black that made it past the shoulders was its mane. Because of that, Jade decided to name it Imbros after the first centaur of mythology. Ian called around to other ranches nearby trying to figure out where this horse came from but no one was missing anything. He spent over a week trying to figure out where Imbros belonged, and Jade figured they had already been looking after him for that long- might as well just keep the horse. Ian was always a bit unsettled by the stallion though- it always seemed to be looking at him, like it was glaring. Things continued to get strange though, when one of their mare's turned up pregnant. But, already large and seemingly far along the pregnancy... even though she was not pregnant at days earlier. They go into estrus during spring and summer, and gestation is a full year, so they should also be giving birth in spring and summer, so a mare getting ready to give birth in autumn was not right either. Jade attempted to think of reasons it could have happened, but Ian was convinced Imbros was somehow behind it.
The next night Ian snuck around the barn, seeing if he could spot anything amiss. Sure enough, Imbros' pen was open! He somehow opened it himself and had his mouth on the hatch to the pen of another mare! Ian put and end to that, and Imbros did not like that one bit nearly kicking Ian through a wall before he got the horse locked back up. No one could explain how Imbros did it, but Ian knew it had to be him somehow. So Ian handled it the only way he knew how- other than simply loosing the evil stud back into the wild. He had Imbros gelded; that would both prevent him from getting any more mares pregnant and it should also make the stallion himself more cooperative in the future. The poor mare ended up giving birth only two days later, so her pregnancy somehow lasted a grand total of five days somehow. The foal had markings that also indicated it did indeed belong to Imbros.
Ian slipped into bed beside Jade. "Strangest thing I ever heard of. That horse ain't right."
Jade yawned and clicked off the light on the nightstand. "I think its amazing. If we left his bits intact we could have made a fortune using him as a breeding stud! Go from pregnant to birthing in the span of a week!"
Ian rolled his eyes before he slipped fully under the covers. "Yea, because lots of people are lined up to breed their mares with an unvetted stallion no one can vouch for. Also, that is probably hell on the mare's insides. It is supposed to take a year to gestate a horse for a reason. Even without his low hanging fruit- I don't trust Imbros for a second. Least now he won't be able to do no harm, I suppose."
Ian squirmed a bit in bed as he tried to go to sleep that night. He had a bit of a cramp in his lower body and was feeling a little bloated. Stressing over Imbros probably unsettled his stomach. He woke up late that night though as it got considerably worse. He groaned as he stood up, bending enough to sit up hurt his guts. He shuffled into the bathroom and clicked the light on, feeling his stomach to see if he could identify the problem better. He could clearly feel two large bumps in his lower gut! They were swollen large and firm! Ian furrowed his brows.
"The hell is that?! Oooph, its big and stiff... appendix? No, you only have one, there is two luuuh.... oouuu..."
He grabbed the counter top as he objects pulsed larger. He could feel his lower guts squeezing and shifting slightly trying to make room. Ian grit his teeth, groaning in pain; it started to almost feel like someone had kicked him in the nuts. The ache was almost bad enough to overturn his stomach! The pain became stronger and sharper but only for a split second as the pressure exploded out of him! A complete lack of room for the object in his lower torso forced it to eject and suddenly he felt a slight pain in his actual balls as another object joined them in the scrotum! A gigantic third ball was now stuffed in his sack! Before Ian could even identify what happened, it happened again and another giant ball popped out! The pain started to fade, and the pressure was immediately gone. Breathing heavily, he hefted his scrotum up with eyes wide in shock and horror. His scrotum was stretched smooth as it struggled to contain everything. He had somehow given birth to two new testicles. While his actual balls were the size of golf balls roughly, the new ones were a bit bigger than softballs- so about four times as big. The comparison was easy to make, since his ball sack was stretched so tightly over them, the curvature of each ball was clearly visible. The new balls were behind his old ones, so they cupped his normal balls from behind. Ian kept muttering 'only a dream' as he shuffled back to bed, with beads of nervous sweat on his brow. Ian went back to sleep quickly enough now that the pain was cleared.
Jade was already making breakfast when she heard Ian wake up, yelling in a panic. He came thundering down the stairs a moment later. "I am going to kill that God forsaken hell-horse!"
Jade grabbed him before he could storm out of the house in his pajamas. "Woah there, what has gotten you in a bunch?"
"Imbros did something to me! He cursed me!"
"Right. Now, lets pretend you don't sound crazy and try to rationally explain what is wrong." Ian grunt in frustration and rather than explain, simply reached into his pants and flopped out his junk for her to see herself. "Jesus! You.... you've got-"
"Horse balls. I cut his nuts off and now somehow they are inside of me!"
"M-maybe you should see a doctor about that?" She blushed a bit, thinking how hot it looked with such a full scrotum bouncing between his legs.
Ian scoffed. "Right, and let them call me a maniac instead. Imbros is using some sort of devil magic on me or somesuch! It defies logic, so doing something logical like surgically removing them won't help. He will just use his magic to put them right back in again."
"You just don't want your tender bits cut."
"I mean, yea, that is also true."
Ian put it away and stormed out of the house and over to the barn. He had taken to tying a rope around the hatch to Imbros' pen since the day he could him sneaking into the pens of other horse. The rope was still in place today, but when he opened it up, Imbros was gone! He somehow got out without opening his pen? Ian searched with increasing urgency, trying to find this stallion but he wasn't anywhere to be found! None of the other pens, no where in the barn at all, not in the fields, and not in the grassy plains beyond their land. Imbros had just up and vanished entirely! Ian was feeling weird down there too, he suspected the horse balls were irritating his human bits- not wanting to admit it was the feeling of being pent up.
Jade was concerned, mildly for her husband but more so for the missing horse. But there wasn't anything to be done about that; if they can't find him, they can't find him. Not like fretting over it will magically bring him back. Jade reckoned she could at least help her husband feel a bit better. Under the loosely veiled excuse of helping him relax, she gave him a blowjob after breakfast. Jade used her mouth on his shaft but her hands cradled either of the huge horse balls, while the horse balls in turn held up his human ones. His human nuts were pinched between the scrotum and the larger balls so they did not move around much, but the horse balls started churning quickly enough, slowly rising and lowering on their own in turns. Finally when he climaxed, his human balls jerked hard enough to slide up in the scrotum and he came in four spurts in her mouth before groaning loudly. His urethra was stretched suddenly by a huge blast as he fired a fifth burst that was suddenly massive! A long thick stream of cum erupted as the horse balls lifted, forcing the small human nuts out of the way! He came another six heavy, thick streams into her mouth forcing her to swallow many times- where she would normally swallow once and be done. The second he was done she had to pop off to catch her breath!
After a bit of a rest, Ian decided to hit the trails after lunch. Taking one of the mare's out for a ride into the woods to see if he could spot Imbros, since that is where they first found him. In the gentle shower of leaves and the swirling colors of autumn, Ian actually forgot his woes while softly trotting around the forest. He completely forgot to look for Imbros and was just enjoying the sights and sounds, and being close to a horse that wasn't evil. He was feeling pent up again somehow already, and the rhythmic motion of the horse between his legs trotting along felt good. He ignored it as much as he could, not wanting to give in to what these mutant gonads want from him- but they quickly got his attention when he felt a mild pain in his nuts. He had to pause and slide off the mare and have a seat on some rocks by a large puddle beside the trail. He flopped out his sack again to see what was the matter. Nothing looked different at first, but then he felt the pain again, this time mixed with a bit of pleasure, and this time he seen his balls getting larger! Not the horse balls- his actual human balls were enlarging! Now the horse balls were only three times as big. Ian did not know what to think about this, his best theory was that because he did not tend to the horse nuts when they were full; now they were overflowing into his human balls. He quickly grabbed his penis and started masturbating. While he was pent up, his worry negated some of his arousal and made it a bit difficult to get off. He tried his best to think of sexual things to speed this up- afraid of another growth surge if he did not finish soon, but his thoughts were too all over the place. The mare actually caught his attention, flicking her tail in time to reveal a slight wink from her ebon pussy! Her large clit peeked out behind the thick dark curtains for a moment! That was weird, why was she signalling with no other horses around, and also off-season? Ian did not think too hard on it and instead used the sight to masturbate! He did not have to imagine anything if there was a large moist pussy right there to look at. In his focus to his current activity it did not occur to him that a possible reason she may be aroused is because Imbros may be nearby. Ian came not too long after, while looking at the mare's rump. Like the time before there was three regular shots of human cum, and then a massive surge of horse cum several more times.
Ian returned home, thirsty from expelling so much bodily fluid, and defeated. He had to give in to the urges of the horse balls, or risk them corrupting his actual balls. He also did not find Imbros. He had to go somewhere though, right? If he keeps searching around each day, he will have to find Imbros eventually. If it is a horse, it will want to be near other horses, which is Ian's ranch, or return to he forest since that was where he was living before. If he really was some sort of demonic entity from some hellscape, he would still need people to do evil to and thus return to this land at some point. He was getting itchy too for some reason ever since his failed hunt. He assumed maybe some mosquitoes got him while he was sitting near shallow water. When he was getting ready for bed that night however, he noticed something strange! His stubble was growing in but it looked white, not brown like his hair. He also found the source of his itching; his forearms had dense but short hair on them! He had gotten a lot harrier all of a sudden! Realizing that he took his shirt off to look at other places the itch had inhabited and sure enough, a mat of hair in the middle of his chest. His pubes were more dense but had oddly shortened, and they trailed up almost to his belly button now, and even his shins had a mat of hair now!
Jade seen him through the open bathroom door and made a playful growl as she leaned on his arm, pressing her boobs into it. "Ooh~ holding off on shaving, huh? I like it, rugged."
"N-no! I shaved my face this morning, and I never get this hairy in the first place! That damned horse is doing something to me!"
She pout a bit because he didn't take the hint she wanted to fuck. "It could just be a side effect."
"Why do you always gotta take his side?"
"I still think he is just a horse. Which would mean he doesn't have a side. Besides, with balls that big between your legs, you're going to have a lot of testosterone in you- much more than a human should. That would cause your body hair to grow in. Heck since there is so much your voice might even crack. Like a second puberty."
Jade continued to lay it on thick as they got into bed, and Ian finally took the hint and decided a bit reluctantly to have sex. If he was right earlier about being too backed up as the cause, then he would sort of need sex to ward off further problems. As they had sex the weight of his nuts really became apparent. He rose her doggy style, so his massive nuts were freely swinging below them, and swung so far forward she could feel the rush of air on her pussy. They were really big, and really heavy. Ian had a bit of a panic as he felt a slight pain in his balls just before he climaxed, like they were going to grow again but then he climaxed before he could even think about it and released the pressure. There was more cum than she could contain, causing it to blast out from around his dick even as he was still firing it. They both had to get cleaned up for bed a second time. Jade seemed to be enjoying his 'curse' quite a bit. Thanks to having sex, Ian fell asleep very quickly after. His dreams were quite sexual too, but that was understandable given the day he had. His dreams involved more mares than he would like to admit though. Standing in the barn brushing the horses, but then realizing he was oddly high up even though he wasn't on a stool. Then stumbling over a horse when he went to examine how he was so high up, accidentally rubbing his junk on its rump as he tried to get back up and then his mind just blanks and he starts thrusting.
In reality he was groaning and moving around quite a bit in his sleep, even thrusting his hips a few times. He felt a pain in his balls again but he was asleep and thus unable to react to it. Then another pain, then another joined with pleasure, and then on the next pulse his balls started to swell larger! His overfull scrotum started to slowly grow with them this time, to give them space. The creases of the scrotum started to relax and vanish and the skin grew thicker as well as growing longer to encompass the larger orbs. His skin was darkening, turning to almost a bruise purple before he woke up in a hot sweat with a loud gasp. Jade slept like the dead, so she was obliviously still dreaming away, and softly chewing the corner of her pillow. Ian flopped his massive nuts out and panicked immediately on seeing them! The horse balls were only twice as big now, and his were still growing! He scrambled to the bathroom quickly, waddling because he did not know how to walk with nuts this big. He sat on the edge of the bathtub and quickly started masturbating but again ran into the problem of not being able to get into the mood when his heart is hammering in his chest from panic! He remembered back to the mare and for some reason his mind was able to hold that thought unlike the rest. His balls were approaching the size of the actual horse nuts as the skin of his scrotum became even darker and advanced up his shaft as well, turning it to the same shade. He was concentrated so hard on visualizing the mare pussy. Ian hit climax and felt all four of his balls draw up at the same time, so he got up and aimed over the toilet- the whole reason he sat on the bathtub was so he could very quickly avert a big mess. It took less time to aim into he toilet from there than if he was sitting on the toilet itself.
Ian blasted a powerful stream into the toilet right off the bat. Then there was an odd and quick building of pressure, and the next blast was so massive it stretched his urethra, causing him to grunt with effort. Then the next was even larger than that- his dick was having a hard time forcing that much liquid out at one time! And then it stopped. His orgasm kept going, but the cum did not. He could still feel it in him- it was certainly trying to get out, but something stopped it! He felt agonizingly pent up with each pulse from the amount of trapped liquid trying to get out. His urethra stretched even further- it was so wide now he could stick his finger inside if he wanted! His entire dick started to stretch fatter as it struggled to release its contents, and then Ian's heart bordered on heart-attack speeds as his eyes went wide and he felt something large move inside of him. He shook his head 'no' as he looked at his poor mutating genitals, breathing fast and heavy from panic and arousal both. The pleasure of his orgasm just kept pulsing just as hard without stop as the huge object plugging him up moved a tiny bit with each pulse. A gigantic bulge could be seen in the base of his dick and his urethra stretched even wider, starting to lazily drool cum. His balls continued to grow with the orgasmic pulses, becoming identical to the horse nuts and his scrotum darkened completely to smooth black- a coloration that continued to advance up his shaft as well. The object in him started to move further with each pulse now, and cum started to drool out in larger amounts. His entire cock was stretched longer than it had ever been and three or four times wider than it ever should be able to. The head of a horse penis finally burst out from his own penis with a loud wet pop! The shaft after it was not as wide, so it slid out easier! It exploded cum all over the toilet and surrounding floor- Ian was too afraid, aroused, and blinded with pleasure to aim it. With every explosion of cum it slid further out of him, getting longer and longer and the head flared larger and larger! The poor stretched head of his penis was barely recognizable wrapped around a horse dick. It almost just looked like... and then it hit him. It looks like a medial ring. It IS a medial ring now! The emerging shaft was black on the glans, pink on the shaft itself, and then his former penis had turned black and became the base of this new cock! It looked exactly like Imbros' member! Ian could fully feel both halves of the dick, and all four horse balls he now possessed.
By the time Jade woke up in the morning; Ian had cleaned it up and made breakfast- the smell of bacon woke her up finally. He told her about him being woken up before the sun was even out with a new set of cursed changes. Jade cocked an eyebrow and asked him if he had just dreamed it. When Ian took out the large flaccid member her jaw dropped faster than his balls could drop over the front of his pants to show her. Jade tried her best to sound worried and sympathetic, but he could tell by the hue of her blushing face she was also incredibly aroused. Her husband was literally hung like a horse now! Yea, having some sort of unknown magic flying around and possibly being on the shitlist of a demonic horse probably wasn't great, but also it's hard to view getting a huge cock as a negative. Jade knew Ian was very worried about it and angry at Imbros, so she did her best to console him at least. Because of that, she decided to not mention the fact his nostrils were bigger and his ears starting to change shape, becoming leaf-like. His entire body felt off, but nothing he could put his finger on specifically. It sort of felt like he was very, very slowly growing, but from the inside out. Like Imbros had poisoned him with a bit of horse, and that little bit of horse was trying to grow into a proper equine while still inside of Ian.
Because the changes were getting quite worse, Ian decided to take another horse out and once again patrol the edge of their land and head through the forest- and try to keep his mind focused unlike last time. He needed to track down Imbros. Jade wished him luck, but then when she stepped back into the barn she cocked an eyebrow as she seen the saddle still hanging on the wall. Did... he mean to ride off bareback?
Ian scanned the forest like a hunter, but continually shifted in his seating as they went. He was already inside the forest by the time he even realized he never saddled her up! He rubbed her upper back as she trot forward, admiring the muscles shifting below the surface, and her shimmering pelt. Ian started to groan as the pressure inside got a little more insistant and his balls felt like they were swelling up a bit. He tried shuffling his seating again but slid right off the side with nothing to grab onto. He stumbled on the ground and when he looked back he seen her fanning her hot pussy again with her tail. It was getting very hard to concentrate because his balls were clouding his mind with equine hormones! They were distorting his desire, making him hornier for horses than people. His dick slid out to full length, but it was so long now that a full erection couldn't fit in his clothing at all- it shoved its way out of the waist of his pants and was sticking out at about chest level, wedged against his torso. The mare just smelled sexy horse- she lacked the intellect to question the situation any further than that. She turned her rump to him letting out a soft whickering, trying to entice him.
Ian furrowed his brow. "N-no, Carmel, don't do that. What if Imbros is nearby, he will get... away..." His balls felt even tighter, even heavier. His thoughts felt like they were sinking into a thick swamp--like murk. "He might see you acting like that. N-no. Imbros can't mess with my horses. Carmel my horse. Mine... my herd."
Ian pulled his pants down, breathing heavily and taking in her scent, he had to do a bit of a jump as if trying to get onto her back just to reach her genitals. A bit surprised, Carmel quickly bowed her back legs a bit to let him reach and slam himself inside. She let out a happy whinny! Ian's logic was if he covered her, he would show his dominance so Carmel would be marked as one of his herd, so Imbros could not take her. Obviously, it was not the human part of his brain that came up with that. Ian's brain went completely into auto pilot as he started thrusting into her. His balls felt so extremely tight because while his scrotum could fit all four; only two balls could raise at a time, but all four were synchronized now so all four tried to lift at once, causing them to grind into each other. Ian really started moaning and groaning in pleasure as Carmel's pussy started to tighten on him slow but surely. Or that is what he thought anyway. Carmel wasn't doing anything- the passage wasn't getting smaller, he was getting bigger. His shaft was equine proportioned to a human body, it was becoming proportioned to an actual horse now. So even if he wasn't drunk on hormones already from his over-achieving collection of gonads, he would be drunk from bloodloss, trying to feed a beast his body wasn't built to support! Not to mention his heart was hammering overtime trying to circulate blood further than it was meant to. Though not heard outwardly, Ian could hear his entire body starting to groan with growth. He felt so tight, so big and heavy. His balls squeezed into one another so tightly the curvature between them started to flatten out. Cells from one started to jump to the other and back again. In a sudden deep sound like a bubble in a water cooler, the two balls popped together! He now had only two balls again, but they were absolutely colossal! He cried out in surprise and arousal and accidentally made a sound close to a whinny. Stiffness and growth surged up his shaft as it grew in a sudden burst and his glans flared titanically inside Carmel! Even in an actual mare, his cock nudged her cervix. The head of a horse phallus is actually the inverted shape of the cervix itself- made to be a perfect plug. The pleasure of his flare stretching into the walls of her vagina, and its tightness stretching the nerves as close to the surface as possible; Ian came explosively.
Almost as soon as the immense flow of cum slowed and his cock started to soften, Ian slid off quickly and his human thoughts resurfaced and he stood in horror at what he had done. He apologized many times to Carmel, even though she seemed perfectly content with what happened. Ian lumbered around for nearly twenty minutes trying to figure out the situation and also trying to assess the damages. He had a very hard time moving around. His body was stiff and unresponsive. His entire body felt swollen and heavy. He had grown, so now his clothes were tight- but internally he had swelled up even more than he had on the outside, causing his larger bones to not sit right, and even his muscles to be squished into incorrect shapes. His heart had definitely grown, he could tell that much. The hammering of his heart was loud in his ears and he could feel a slight tremor every time it beat, because it was gigantic for the size of his torso. His fingers and toes felt weak, and his feet and hands looked a bit swollen. The horse inside of him was bigger, too big for his body to contain properly. When Ian moved his joints would often click and re-set because nothing sat correctly. Even his teeth had a slight dull ache in them, like they were too big for his mouth. His dick was also far too large to pack away. Normally it draws back into a sheath which also guides it into a slight pocket in the pelvic floor. His pelvis was not big enough for that, so it was all packed into his sheath only, and the sheath was not fully formed even, so most of his dick remained dangling out in the open, extremely fat and squishy in its flaccid state. Either side of his scrotum looked like there was a football inside of it. Each testicle almost as big as his entire head, and their weight was massive. At least that meant they do not flop around easily- their weight keeps them anchored in place mostly. Ian could not even mount Carmel to ride her back home because he was too stiff. He had no choice but to just walk beside her, leading her with the reins back home. By the time he returned it was dinner time, and unbelievably he was feeling a bit pent up again.
Now Jade was a bit more worried for him. She helped him inside and gave him a nice meal, and made a note of him asking for seconds and then thirds- but only for the vegetable portion. His junk was just flopped out of his pants at all times now- since there was no way he could fit balls that big inside his pants, never mind his cock too. She could tell by the way he was breathing that he was having a hard time with everything now, breathing included. It was like he had to breath harder just to fully expand his lungs properly, because everything around them was fighting for space. And his larger heart demanded more oxygen for the blood stream. He often had a blank look on his face, his thoughts easily disconnected now. By the time he finished eating almost every vegetable they had, Jade had already finished her normal portioned dinner and was watching TV already. Ian shuffled his way over, but Jade seen his dick was mostly erect, jutting out in front of him. He did his best to ignore it, not wanting to give Imbros what he wants. He was not going to act like some horny horse! The erection wasn't going away though. Jade kept glancing at him worriedly as he sat beside her trying to also watch TV. He would occasionally groan, and shift in his seat, and you would hear several bones pop. His dick started to bob occasionally, and stood so erect that he then had to look around the shaft to see the TV- trying to keep his thoughts off it even as it took up real-estate in his line of sight. Jade seen a strand of pre connecting the bobbing head of his cock to the floor in front of him, thanks to the light from the TV screen reflecting in it. He was squirming almost constantly now, making micro movements all the time.
"Ooouuuhh... I... I need to... cum." He was rocking back and forth in his seat, trying to control himself but unable to. His thoughts kept going back to the feeling of stretching that young mare's pussy open wide.
Jade rolled over in her seat and grabbed the cock, needing to use both hands to lather it up in the pre it was burbling out. She worked him over for several minutes and then heard an odd sound. She tried cradling his gigantic balls with one hand and worked the other from medial ring to glans. The sound became louder and she realized it was his clothes! Holes appeared along all of the seams as it started to groan and tear! His entire body was growing! His muscles started to bulge and the mats of dark hair started to grow larger, becoming more like fur than hair. The hair on his head started to darken, almost looking as if it were being scorched by something, turning from brown to black! His facial hair however continued to grow denser but not longer, and came in pure white. He had joked before it was from the stress of having to put up with Imbros' tricks, but Jade was starting to think it was something else causing it. The muscles stretched large in his neck, which pulled his spine tight, making even his neck stiff and hard to move. His hands and feet started to deform more- his fingers and toes wiggled uselessly, no longer any strength in them, and the nails getting abnormally thick and dark looking.
"Too much... too much horse! Need to get it out of meeehehehe!" His body convulsed a bit and then gave a sudden pulse of growth and his clothes shredded almost entirely off!
"I'm trying!"
She stood up while still trying to work the shaft with her hands and managed to pop her lips around the glans. She sucked and traced circles around the divot surrounding the urethra. His cock really started to pump the hot salty pre out now, and his balls twitched in his scrotum but still he did not cum. His weight increased, pressing him down into the couch harder so he could feel his anus start to balloon out into a prominent ring. His ass started to expand larger and rounder with growing muscle. Even through his skin Jade could see his massive muscles were not human in structure, but they were trapped in a human body, so they were not the correct shape for a horse either. His tail bone grew out a little bit, and grew hairs that sprouted at a much faster rate. Each time it flicked back and forth automatically in response to he pleasure, it was a bit longer. His teeth ached, and his jaw was locking up because they were trying to grow larger than his current jawbone could support. Ian's ears were now fully those of a horse as well, and his hair line was advancing down in the back, slowly converting to a mane!
"Need... cum. Ian need... so horneehehehe. Inside! Neeheheed to be inside!!" His cock flared a moment and nearly dislocated Jade's jawbone!
Jade popped off his dick as soon as the head shank down enough for her to, so she could get her breath. "Are you kidding? I can't get any more of that in my throat without suffocating, and there is no way in hell you can get that in my pussy without tearing it in half. It is a horse cock, its not supposed to fit in a human..."
His guts churned suddenly making him burp several times as air squirmed its way out as his digestive tract expanded. He let out a long moan and his nostrils flared larger as he drew in a deep breath, but then another. His eyes went wide as he kept taking sharp breaths in, without breathing anything out! His lungs were expanding rapidly like balloons, and he could feel them squeeze up on the inside of his ribs, trying to grow bigger than he could fit! This put stress on his ribs, which then taxed his spine. His vertebrae started to expand, which pulled his ribs. They were united in the front still by her sternum, so his ribs became overly pourus and brittle, but only momentarily, till calcium and collagen flooded in through them and properly expanded their mass, letting his lungs get even bigger. The expansion of his spine stretched his body longer as well, making it even more awkward to bend or move. He shoved Jade away by accident and fell forward making a very loud and sudden moan. She was going to ask what was wrong, but she could easily guess by his cock bobbing steadily up and down several times and spouting precum like a broken faucet. His prostate was expanding like a balloon now too- a water balloon. A full water balloon. The load it held was expanding with it however, so in spite of all his cock was releasing onto the carpet; he was not feeling any more relieved.
"Ah.... uh... the horses! A horse dick still fits in a horse!"
Jade helped him stumble his way to the barn and immediately opened up the pen of Carmel to let her at him. She furrowed her brows though. Ian said she was overly horny earlier, but she just looked at Jade in confusion when offered to walk out- she had no interest in Ian now. Jade also noticed there was a bit of a curve to her gut, and her teats were looking a bit puffy. Oh no, Carmel is pregnant. Pregnant and much further along than should be possible; Ian must also have Imbros' unnatural ability to make mares turbo-pregnant! Jade quickly went to release a different mare, though groaned at the thought that while this might settle Ian down- it will make another mare extremely preggers. There will be two foaling in the next three or four days! Sure enough, all the mares were eager to go- overcome by the cursed scent of the stallion man. Ian wasted no time in mounting Valley, the next mare offered to him. This time she did not need to bend over for him, though he did still need to make an awkward jump to get up on her. He groaned long and deep in relief, feeling the slick inner walls of mare pussy around his shaft again. His voice was very deep now, the expanded lungs and still growing throat shifted his voice. The deformity of his hands infected his weak digits and started to fuse the bone from the bottom up as his nails continued to expand and darken to graphite grey, till the fusion reached them as well and united them into hooves! His hands and feet stretched completely out of shape and deformed into fully equine structure! His arms and legs were stretching longer and a bit thicker as the bone inside grew as well. Finally Ian came explosively into the mare. He remained covering her for a full minute as more and more cum trailed out.
Ian slowly slid out, looking a bit confused and dazed. "Why.... why stull herhard? So horehehe... horneehehehe! Neeheed... cum!!" His entire body groaned with growth as the horse aspect inside of him still grew larger, more dominant.
His torso was barreling out as he rushed the next mare and mounted her too! Jade did not know what to do. She thought about stopping him, but wondered if that was a good idea. Ian seemed more of a stallion than a man- trying to force a stallion off a mare is usually asking for a fight, and fighting a creature ten times your mass generally isn't a good idea. But she also knew he was just going to get yet another one pregnant. He thought getting off would get rid of the tainted energy to stop the curse from spreading... but he never had any actual proof that that was the case. Getting off just cleared his thoughts a little, it didn't actually affect the curse one way or the other; so fucking these mares did not actually help anything, it just made more horses. The heavy shift of each thrust caused his body to surge a little more in time with the humping. It was as if each thrust rubbed a bit more of his humanity off on the walls of their horse pussies.
"So... muhuhch h-horse. Too... much need. Much need cum!" He whinnied loudly in his still deeper voice as it started to distort further, no longer able to make human sounds well.
His neck was getting hugely muscular now, and stretching toward full horse. His jaws clicked as the bone expanded, forced larger by his growing teeth, pulling his face out. It felt like he was a human condom somehow stretched around a horse. Eventually the human aspect will be stretched so far and so thin that it will just stop existing. Ian could not hold onto any thoughts at all anymore. His brain operated almost entirely on instinct now, causing his intellect to start dropping because his active brain was no longer in use, causing it to atrophy. His iris very slowly started to expand, and his pupils stretch horizontally. His hair line now reached the bottom of his huge neck, becoming a fully formed mane. Jade was sort of stunned silent as she watched the patches of hair-turned-fur quickly spread out, consuming his entire body in a ultra fine coat. The white facial hair covered his face and raced down his neck, stopping at his shoulders- everything else, including his mane remained black. The exact same coloration of Imbros. Imbros hadn't gone anywhere- he was inside of Ian this entire time! Though stagnated and faded, fundamental knowledge started to well up in the back of Ian's mind, unknowingly granting him use of some powerful magic. He lacked the intellect to actually use said magic, but should his emotions become intense enough, his instinct may still trigger a spell.
Ian dismounted from another mare, and mounted still another before the deluge of cum even stopped falling from the one he just dismounted! His grunts and moans held no hint of human inflection anymore. His voice box certainly already gone equine. The bridge of his nose popped loudly as it expanded greatly in width even as it continued to follow the outward growth of his entire face and stretching of his jaws. His eyes were forced to the side of his head by the massive expansion of his head and face. Only predators generally wear their eyes in a forward orientation, for stalking. Prey species had eyes on the sides of their head to instead watch for threats. Ian's iris finished expanding, making them seem to go dark because the whites were no longer visible, and his pupils fully stretched into rectangles. He whinnied loudly and his balls drew up as he burst into yet another mare in triumph, having completely forgotten why he was supposedly so frantic to fuck them in the first place. He looked at the sad and worried expression on Jade and his ears tucked back and he lowered his head a bit. His cock was going soft again at least. Four pregnant mares in one evening was already enough damage for one day.
As the days went by, Jade tried to do a little research on possible magic at play, but had limited resources available at the ranch to do so, and she dread leaving Ian alone at the ranch for any length of time. What if she went to town to get help? It would take so long to get to town that he likely would have broken out and gone missing and then getting someone to help wouldn't actually help. She tried locking him in his pen, but he would get out every second or third day. When the need of those gigantic balls became too overwhelming he found a way to get out of the pen without actually opening the pen, so her efforts to barricade it were only a delay. She never seem him do it, but naturally assumed it was a form of magic. He is a simple animal so naturally he isn't anywhere near smart enough to cast spells, so the magic is only usable as an automatic reaction to his feelings when he is completely overwhelmed and desperate. The mare's bellies swelled at alarming speeds- the longest pregnancy he caused only lasted seven days! And they only seemed to birth fillies. Fillies that would grow up into more mare for him to mount. At least they seemed to age normally once born. Horse aren't supposed to have particularly long life spans anyway. That was not Ian in that pen, it was Imbros now... or whatever his original name was.
Jade wondered if Imbros had ever been a single entity in the first place. It fully recognized and still had feelings for Jade, that much was clear- so Ian was not erased, he was still in there. It was likely originally a mage who had turned himself into a horse in both body and mind- not realizing the transformation would take his mind as well. Someone probably found him like Ian and Jade had, and eventually tried to geld him. Who knows how many regressed human minds existed inside of Imbros by now, there could be an entire army of people in there, Ian was not alone in that body but they were all horses now, so the multitude of personalities was not outwardly apparent. He can escape, speed up pregnancies, and possess bodies to restore its genitals if they are damaged. It can use magic, but only when its equine instincts are loud enough to direct it. They found him wandering in the woods because the last person to try and contain Imbros joined it as yet another personality and set of faded memories in its head.
Now Jade worried for the mares. He made every single one of them pregnant eventually. Then he made several of them pregnant a second time! Their bodies were not meant for that! Speeding up the pregnancies doesn't make them any easier on the mare going through it, they aren't foal factories. If he keeps doing this he might end up fucking them to death. And then as soon as their many daughters grow old enough he will start the cycle with them too! Jade does not have any magic of her own, so she has no way of keeping him inside his pen. She can physically lock him up which will delay him for a couple of days but then when his need becomes too great he will just teleport out.
Imbros woke up a bit confused. He was not in his pen, and he did not even remember going to sleep. He felt oddly light, but also there was a dull ache in his loins. He neighed in surprised anger, rearing his head back at the sight of Jade standing nearby, her hands caked in blood and a bucket most likely containing two giant severed balls. He looked at his crotch and seen the stitches across the empty scrotal flesh.
Jade just shrugged. "This will give the poor mares a little time at least before you drive them wild again. At least until we see how long it takes your magic to make me grow a pair." She would be with her husband again soon enough. |
(H tf hyper, hybrid goat&rabbit)
Wuji looked at her wristwatch for the fourth time in the last hour. She had been invited to a beach party by her friend Bai and was happy to go... but also nervous. Work has been hard for Wuji for a while now and she had to work extra shifts to get it done- so her work week turned into a proper week, having worked seven days in a row. Now she had three days off in a row and a beach party was a great way to unwind! Because Wuji is such a hard worker though, it has been a very, very long time since she has had the time for a relationship, so... she is a little pent up. And she has a rather... unique problem because of it. For eons now, thanks to the work of a great sorceress the human populace is able to gain animal aspects to become half beasts. This comes with multiple advantages, including immunity to illnesses that have attuned themselves to humans and depending on the animal you share a personality with, you could potentially gain the ability to fly, or breath underwater. Wuji however is a natural born hermaphrodite. Her gender is split evenly down the middle, she lacks the ability to give birth but still has a vagina. She has no balls but still has a full penis. She doesn't have to worry about getting kicked in the nuts, or having to deal with periods- the best of everything with no drawbacks! Well, except one.
Children are not affected by the animal aspects because it is personality based, and when you are really young, your personality has not solidified enough; its in constant flux so the magic ignores it. Once it kicks in, it turns you partially animal dependent on your personality- this determines its species but also magnitude. If you are a really dull person its technically possible to stay entirely human- or if you are off your rocker its possible to turn completely into a feral beast. Wuji enjoys being both genders and has played with both sides, but doing so created two different sides of her personality; a yin and a yang. Because they contrast each other so much however, this also caused her animal aspect to split down the middle- giving her two different animals!
Wuji has long elven ears, a small nose and grey iris. Her hair is straight and long to her shoulders with a zig-zag part, and it is silver colored- a slightly darker grey than her eyes. Her front teeth are a bit bucked, and she has not two but four breasts on her chest. Her top breasts were C cup and the bottom barely noticeable As. Her penis was oddly thick, though human in form. The extra thick, squishy skin on it worked as a pseudo sheath. The penis sat where a clit would be, so where balls would normally hang instead her labia started. She had very large meaty thighs, but her lower legs were long and narrow and ended in small cloven hooves. She had no fur anywhere on her body except for her tail which was just a tiny little pom-pom. She technically has horns, but they do not look like horns. They are so small they look like pale bone lumps over her temples. They do not even have a point, they are completely rounded from being underdeveloped. This is her form at work, and... most of the time, when things are stable. It is unusually human; her animal aspects are quite subdued, but that is only because they negate each other. As soon as one half of her personality takes priority, she becomes much more animal and turns into a proper anthro. And that is what she is worried about. Wuji is so pent up from a complete lack of relationship activity that she is afraid one or the other gendered animal within her will go wild at the beach. But... she really wanted to go. And also told Bai she would be there. And so she checked her watch one more time and sighed, admitting to herself it was time to go. She had already finished getting ready ages ago and had paced a hole in the floor procrastinating.
Wuji wore a long loose skirt patterned with green-blue leaves and magenta flowers. Her top was actually a gigantically oversized t shirt she used as a night shirt normally, but she tied it in the back as to pull it tight to her body. This outfit was chosen very carefully, considering both the setting of the beach, but also her own changes and needing to cover them up if things go wrong. Since she has hooves she never needs to bother with shoes or socks because the hooves would just cut through them anyway.
Wuji arrived at the beach, slowing her walk greatly as she looked around. It was extremely busy. It was one party that had spawned multiple parties. Groups of friends gathered around unlit fire pits in the sand and dotted what seemed like the entire length of the beach. But between everyone walking to and from the groups and into the water it was hard to tell where one ended and the next began, it was just one gigantic crowd. Wuji lacked the energy to run around like they do, but their energy filled her with joy and made her smile. Wuji enjoyed this sort of situation- where she could use someone else's social energy to jump start her own failing reserves. The gentle roar of everyone's voices joined together as white noise was also a good sound to hear in contrast to the deathly silence of her office space. She had to be careful how she steps though- her hooves are narrow and cut into the sand easily, causing her legs to sink in more than most people. Cloven hooves are not built for sand.
Wuji just wandered the beach for a while, not looking for anyone or doing anything particular. She just enjoyed watching other people have fun. The feeling of squirming between other people's bodies in a crowd to get from one place to another. So many bodies in one place... so much... flesh. Wuji shuddered suddenly feeling her four nipples rub against the inside of her shirt. She had to keep her mind out of the gutter! Even though this was a beach, so there were hundreds of people wearing very minimal clothing. She bit her bottom lip hard enough to make it swell a little, using the pain to tame her penis which started to fatten in her panties, but paused when she bit herself.
Wuji wandered close to the restaurant on the beach and looked around when she heard a familiar voice! On the patio she spotted her friend Hei. He looked like a goth, and spoke with an intimidatingly deep voice but he was actually a pushover. He was yawning like usual when Wuji walked up to him up to the wooden patio area. Hei seemed perpetually sleepy. He has the ears, tail and demi-paws of a black cat boy. His eyes were also those of a cat- allowing him to see better in the dark.
"Oh, Bai dragged you along to this too, huh?"
Wuji smiled and gave a playful bop on the head. "I came because I wanted to, silly."
The two talked for a while before wandering onto the beach, and heading past the restaurant to the edge of the beach by a large cliff. No one really went to this edge of the beach so it was the quietest place at the beach other than the cliff itself and you were not allowed to climb up there for safety reasons.
Wuji motioned over his outfit. "You look terribly hot... I don't know if wearing all black to the beach was the best idea."
Hei huffed. "I will stop wearing black when they invent a darker color." He glanced at her nipples and twanged one through her shirt with a flick of his finger, making her blush. "You look like you might be a little cold in your outfit. Want to trade?"
Wuji furrowed her brows and gave him a bit of a shove, but caught Hei off guard and he stumbled backwards and fell into the shallow water! Neither expected that, so Wuji dashed forward out of concern. Hei just laughed weakly, flicking water from his shirt sleeves.
He rolled onto his side in the wet sand in an oddly seductive pose, doing a fake pout. "You know cats don't like water. Now I will have to lick myself dry~" Hei is an aggressive sub- and a big flirt.
"Oh cut that.. out.." Wuji trailed off as she tried concentrating on thoughts that were not sexy.
She felt the bulge in her panties stiffen and start to rise, though thanks to wearing a skirt it was plenty hidden from the outside. She also felt the odd subtle tingle in her forehead of bone shifting as the little round nubs on her head sharpened into subdued points. Hei could not see what was happening in her panties but did cock an eyebrow when he seen her horns.
Hei got up with a wry smile. "Oh? Like what you see? I thought you weren't interested."
"I'm not! I just haven't had a relationship in a long time, and I was excited to be down on the beach and relax finally..."
Hei stepped up real close, lowering his voice. His wet clothing clung to his body. "Well, no one needs to know~. If you need to let off a little steam, I always have a tight hole for you." Her dick continued to bulge, her horns got a bit longer, and now her labia started to grow longer. "After you show me what a real cock is like you won't have to worry about your body shuffling around."
"N-no, I am not going to bang you Hei."
"Afraid you will destroy a little man like me? But I like being destroyed~"
Now a little bump was visible in her skirt just under the waist. Her penis exceeded what her panties could hold in and could not wedge up under the skirt waist, causing it to angle outward at the top while the panties were still trying to hold it close. Making it even more ill-fit, her labia were swelling up as testicles formed in them and grew to a proper size! The cords normally trailing into the balls instead grew from them like roots, squirming into her causing mild pleasure as they wiggled their way past pleasure nerves in her sensitive bits. To make room for all that, the two loosening labia properly evolved into a scrotum and then as soon as the weight of the balls brought the two halves together they fused. No longer exposed to the outside, her vaginal passage collapsed and fused closed from the bottom up. Her horns were growing out and managed to get long enough that they started to arch up and back a bit. A bit less of a noticeable change- her pom pom tail grew in size a bit and became pointed on the end- the tail of a goat. Now with balls in her panties, most pressure and fabric covered just her balls while the shaft was twitching straight up, unhindered.
"Hei! You know I can get really huge! And we can't have sex on the beach besides, where would we even go? Don't be an idiot. I would die of embarrassment..." Wuji was looking around to make sure no one was looking. A few people glanced over but it was at the still wet Hei, not Wuji.
Hei bit his lower lip a bit, eyes locked on the bulge in her skirt trying to poke out. "I know. I don't mean to embarrass you... but I want to see your full size so baaaad.... and teasing you is so fun! Ooh, not seeing you burst out of those clothes is torture... Bai got to see you at your largest!"
"She wasn't supposed to, it just happened! Besides she only seen one half. My yang."
"Wait, you became huge, but only one of your two animal aspects? Come to think of it, your ears haven't changed yet..."
Her dick was still twitching hard, causing the glans to rub tightly on the skirt fabric. "Depending on what I am attracted to, yea. Right now only my yin side is active, so only the male goat half is increasing. When Bai stumbled on me that one time it was fully my yang side- the female rabbit."
Hei's face got a bit flush now too. "You mean, you can go all hunky male? Nothing bu-" Wuji put her finger over his lips to silence him, his talking about it was making it worse.
Her horns got a little big longer and her balls grew larger, totally filling her panties to the point where aside from the waist none of the fabric was touching anything other than balls. She would use the waist of her skirt to pin her dick in place better but she was pretty sure it was too long already and would poke out. Wuji closed her eyes and sat on a big smooth rock at the edge of the sand and started humming. Hei let out a frustrated huff. Wuji was humming a tune her father used to sing when she was little. A pleasant sound, but not at all arousing. Her horns let out soft dry creaks as they started to regress back into her head. Her balls shrank slowly and the scrotum split and tightened back into labia. Her penis shrank but only a bit, mostly it just became soft.
Once Wuji was back to normal she asked Hei if he wanted to join her in the water but he declined. He was too tempted to make her change again, so decided it was best if they avoided each other for the time being. Hei went to loom around the restaurant again and Wuji swam up the beach, seeing if she could swim the entire length. Her hooves were ill suited for treading water, but at least her large thighs helped. The hooves belonged to her goat side, the thighs to the rabbit. Wuji popped out of the water a moment, waving her arm as she suddenly spotted Bai finally. Bai waved back but looked suddenly hesitant and scurried over to the water edge.
"H-hey Wuji. Glad you made it."
"You look nervous about something Bai."
She blushed a bit. "W- it's just you might not want to put your arms up so high."
Wuji's face went bright red as she glanced down and seen her powder pink nipples! She was so concentrated on finding clothes that would best hide her form while also being beach appropriate- she forgot what happens to white fabric when it becomes wet. You could see the front curve of her top breasts and all four nipples through her top! On looking at her own breasts through her top though, her horniness sparked again and her breasts got a bit bigger! The ends of her ears started to broaden, making the tips less pointed as the backs started to look more pale from the shadow of a soft white fur layer growing in. Feeling her ears moving on their own and growing felt good though, so that change sort of induced more changes on its own! Her pom pom tail grew again but this time it did not become pointed- remained a big sphere of fluff.
"Ahh~ help meeee."
Bai looked around to make sure no one was watching. "With what exactly? And how?"
"It's been too long since I had any sex, now surrounded by so many people in next to no clothing is causing my body to fluctuate! I almost went yin around Hei a bit ago..."
"Ooph. Uh, come on... I will walk with you and try to shield your, uh, assets from view and we can scurry into the changing rooms."
As they shuffled across the sand, trying to use Bai as a human shield for the transparent shirt, Wuji's changes progressed a little more. Her ears got longer, the end of her nose took on a pinkish hue and her front teeth became even more bucked as the two teeth grew in size- now slightly overlapping her lips when her mouth was relaxed. Bai paused a moment to tell her how cute she looked and Wuji just whimpered in reply. There was rather large buildings at the beach edge with bathrooms, changing rooms, and showers, since it was a salt water beach- you need to shower off before you leave or the salt will crystallize on your skin and damage it. Because the parties were already on the way but still fairly early, there was virtually no one in the locker room or showers right now, so Bai and Wuji could be alone to calm down. Bai quickly opened up a locker and scrounged through some things she brought with her.
"Actually, I have a magic tome with me on transformative magics. I was planning to turn myself into a heikegani crab later and scare people as a prank, haha."
"People are afraid of crabs?"
"Have you seen a heikegani? It has a human face on its back- it's kind of terrifying. Anyway, maybe I can find something to help you."
Wuji sat looking rather timid, not sure what to do, and trying to not think of anything sexy, but that was difficult. Deliberately trying not to think about something was still sort of thinking about it. She could not help but glance at Bai's bubble butt, and the venus dimples on her toned lower back. Bai is part water buffalo, so her head is crowned with two large horns that together form a loose W shape. Her nose is broad and becomes slightly grey colored at the end where it is textured and cool to the touch at the end around her nostrils. Her ears are leaf shaped and her legs end in cloven hooves too- but Bai's hooves are much broader and large. Her hair is shaggy and to the top of her neck only- and pure white. She is also pretty built, with lean but dense muscle. In contrast to Hei, Bai is a gentle dom. She tries to smother you with love.
In examining Bai though, Wuji's condition worsened. Her front teeth got even longer and the end of her small nose became candy pink completely. Short whiskers started to work their way out, causing her face to twitch at the prickly feeling. Her fingers started to get plump looking and her nails became more narrow, condensing the mass to make them more claw like, but no larger than they already were. Her feet swelled up a lot, and between the roundest points of swelling divots formed- the shadow of division. The bone was splintering on the inside, converting from hooves to toes! Wuji also felt the gentle pinching, tingling feeling as her skin bunched up and condensed just over her navel- two more powder pink bumps formed as a third set of nipples! Her top C cup breasts firmed up with inner growth, causing them to rise higher on her chest and become less tear drop shaped and more spherical. They swelled from C to D, to DD, and then E. Wuji had to untie her shirt in the back to release its true massive size so it didn't compress her breasts- if her nipples rub against it, it will only make things worse. Her tiny A cups in the shadow of her upper breasts however swelled up and out from pert little mounds to plump, bouncy D cups! As the bottom pair grew, they rubbed the top pair and made her hornier! Her two foot long ears were pulled back in concentration. Her silver hair was becoming more pale. Her penis had become smaller and less developed as her male aspect dwindled to make room for the growing female aspect. She grimaced at the sound of her hooves threatening to crack apart into claws.
Bai shook her head, glancing at Wuji after a few minutes and then doing a double-take. "Oh gosh, you got it bad, huh?"
"Haaah~ it is so hard to fight it."
"I think I have something that might work? Most of this book is how to transform people into things- and I can't find a human transformation spell. What I did find is a reversal spell."
"But... I don't have a spell on me to reverse."
"Well, technically everyone's animal aspect is a result of a spell perpetuated by sorceress Moth, even if the cause is a physical object."
"Moth's spell is persistent on the entire planet though. Even if you cast a counter spell powerful enough to undo it, its being generated constantly, so the moment you undid it, it would be redone anyway." Thinking of the spells at least paused Wuji's changes.
"But you have three stages; Wuji, Yin, and Yang. If it reverts all animal aspects and then re-applies them, you would be back to your default Wuji form, presumably."
Wuji shrugged, it was worth a shot. The further the changes go the harder it is to resist. Now even if Wuji closed her eyes she could not help but picture Bai grinding their clits together or pinning her down and eating her pussy. By now her phallus was not a penis anymore- it was just an extremely large clit. Bai chanted an incantation to gather the mana to the page and then traced the runes with her finger to give the mana shape, and in a sudden flash from the pages the spell activated. Wuji's recent female rabbit alterations burst off her like colored mist in a sudden wave. Before she could speak to say Bai's plan worked, she was filled with a powerful heat. Her clit went diamond hard and started to swell so quickly you could hear the skin stretch! Wuji convulsed at a wave of arousal and fell forward onto all fours off the locker room bench she had been sitting on. Her mind flashed a thousand thoughts all at once, of her pinning down Bai instead of the other way around. Of humiliating Hei by comparing a cock ten times bigger to his. Of plowing all the tight round butts she has seen along the beach all day. Painting the sand white with her cum!
Wuji was panting as her clit returned to being a penis, but now continued growing still larger. Her ears shortened greatly and the layer of fur on them turned from white to black. They became even shorter than their elven default and became more thin, causing the middle to round out to make them leaf shaped. Prickly feelings ignited in her chin as hairs started to grow out, long and wavy, growing a chin beard! Her horns were the most extreme growth, making a sound similar to the groaning bark of a tree in a windstorm. They grew into short arched horns, then huge crescent horns! Wuji went to cry out in desperation at all the feelings flooding her, but it came out as a long goat's bleat! The further into the bleat she went the deeper her voice turned. She sounded like a boy now! Her thighs narrowed and fur started to grow up from her hooves slowly. Her tail became pointed again! Her vagina was sealed behind two growing balls again quickly swelling up to nearly the size of ostrich eggs! The scrotum was quickly covered in black fur, her panties only able to cover half of the scrotum at best. The fat skin on her shaft pulled back and grew, becoming a proper sheath now and the fur ate that as well. Wuji's dick continued to grow longer, but as it did its form seemed to stretch out of shape. The tent in the skirt moved further and further down; the growing length of the shaft causing more of the material to bunch up on top of it. The glans narrowed and lost definition, her dick was becoming tapered. Her third set of nipples vanished with the initializing, and now the top two shrank and tightened. The second set was almost just nipples with no breasts, the top pair was just a B cup now. The skirt fell to the base of the shaft, leaving the huge meat pillar exposed entirely.
Wuji's thoughts settled down, but she was still horny to the point of almost feeling drunk. As she forced herself up off the floor to sit back on the bench her wrists clicked loudly. The bones in her hands were not sitting right- they were approaching the edge of a transformation into hooves. When she sat on the bench it put pressure on her taint which made her dick jump. He was too far gone to call himself female now- he was approaching a total Yin form. His dick was bobbling straight up and down thanks to the sheath directing it now, and the tip was level with his face! It was sort of cone shaped, so it was quite girthy at the base- well beyond the endowments of any normal goat.
Bai just stood with a hand over her mouth for a minute, eyes locked on the bobbing pillar of neon meat. "Oh no. You have three different forms so the spell could not determine which one was your default. You were turning rabbit so it went the opposite direction and slingshot you over into goat. You are as much Yin as you had transformed Yang. Which means if I cast it again you will get bounced back over into Yang. It switches which one you are, but it doesn't reduce the severity."
Wuji was panting still, his voice fully male. "W-whaaat should I do? Maaaahaaaybe an ice cold shower...?"
"I hate to say it but maybe Hei was right."
"H-huh?"
"Well, you need to let off some tension right? Anything we do at this point really seems like a temporary bandaid solution. You will still be pent up, so the actual problem hasn't been fixed. We need to treat the problem, not the symptom."
Bai watched a single drop of pre trace a shiny path down the twitching shaft, but Wuji refused to say anything. Finally Bai sighed and suggested they get him back to his appartment then, because keeping him around all the bare skin at the beach would make this impossible to manage. But to get him out of here, they had to make him as close to default as they could first. Bai looked over several incense cases and took out one she thought would work best. She lit it and told Wuji to relax, breath deep, and meditate.
"Scent is the sense most closely tied to memory. Through incense we can return our mind to a time otherwise lost to us. Return you to a state before Yin. Nothing is pure yin or yang, the seed of both resides in either. Restore balance between the two."
The smell was calming and pleasant. This was another kind of relaxation that Wuji needed. The fun and energy of the beach was a pleasant contrast, but simple relaxation and meditation helped restore order to her thoughts and get back some of the energy work had drained from her. She became lost in the void of her own mind, getting disconnected from her body and outside stimulus entirely so she was not aware her changes were reverting, till they were already gone and nearly fifteen minutes had passed- and her legs had fallen asleep because of the stiff bench she was sat on. As soon as Bai snapped her out of it to get going, she felt the pangs of her physical body again. Bai looked very good in her swimsuit. But they needed to go before Wuji started to change yet again. Hei spotted them when they slipped back out into the sun, he had been wandering around looking for Wuji, almost sure she had gotten into trouble again thanks to her body, and he was right about that. Her penis got larger under the shelter of her skirt, and in her shirt her four nipples were diamond hard and her breasts slowly jostled against each other as she walked, getting a little bit fatter. Hei walked on one side and Bai on the other to make sure as few people as possible could see Wuji.
They got off the beach and through the parking lot, but it was still a maze of narrow lanes to get back to Wuji's apartment.
"H-hang on... getting hard to walk."
Bai turned around. "Why is- oh."
Wuji was tying her shirt a bit tighter again at risk of hugging her breasts, just so her dick wasn't pulling it so far ahead of her! It ran the entire length of her torso, under her clothing. So even with her clothes all in place you could still see a section of cock between skirt and shirt over her midriff. Her ears were large again by now too, and flopped over on either side of her head. Her hair had turned white at the sides where it met the white fur on her ears, but the roots had turned the opposite direction and become black, following he same lightning bolt shape as the part of her hair. Her horns were long spikes by now, but had barely started to curve yet. The trouble of her walking came from the increased size of her balls. She tried to calm herself down, but after a full minute of breathing heavy, leaned against the side of a building in an ally it seemed like that was not going to work. She repressed herself too many times already today, it wasn't going to work now. Wuji let out a pitiful whine as she reached up under her skirt and slid her panties off. This let her balls swing freely, which allowed them to move out of the way instead of getting squeezed between her legs. Her breasts were swelling up a bit too, which seemed in contrast to her other changes.
They resumed their walking though their pace was slow now. Every so often they would hear a weak moan from Wuji, or a joint pop. Her body was slowly shifting and was not stopping. Her thighs got even bigger, causing her butt to get bigger and rounder, with her bushy triangle tail crowning it. Her horns started to curve and get even longer, but she still had the ears of a rabbit. Wuji cried out in surprise while walking across a street and Hei had to catch her and help her scurry across before a car came, and they slipped into the next ally. Her feet were bloating up massively, threatening to convert to paws. Wuji was too horny to ignore it, so she instead re-focused her thoughts! Her yang side was causing that change, so she leaned yin instead! She imagined mounting Hei, dominating the smaller man. Or taking a pretty young woman, wedging her sheath up into the under cleavage of the woman's breasts, slapping the underside of her tits with her huge balls. Wuji bowed from the feeling as her horns surged in size at those thoughts, and her changing feet halted, but her hands started to rapidly stretch! Though it was not- it sounded horribly painful, letting off very sharp sounding clicks and snaps as the bones of her hands restructured. They got longer but fused together. The thumb and pinky lagged behind and drew together while the rest grew out and her nails unified and thickened, getting darker as they changed. Hei was still helping her stand upright, so he had an up close and personal view of her hands devolving into cloven hooves- her hands and feet now matched, a set of goat limbs. Wuji figured that was the better of the changes though. She can still walk normally this way to get home faster.
As they went though, the swing of her nuts became less pronounced but more felt as their weight increased. They were getting a bit bigger still! They never got this big before! They were churning a bit in her scrotum, taking turns rising and falling entirely on their own slowly. The pink point of the end of her dick started to peek further out of her cleavage and she quickly tried to think female thoughts! Which was relatively easy to switch to, by simply focusing her thoughts on the dick that was already presented to her. The problem with being a bi hermaphrodite is her own body turns her on. The moment she shifted her thoughts to how delicious the bubble of pre on the end of her dick looked, her boobs all swelled up, momentarily taking her breath away from the suddenness of the shift. Again their tear shape became rounder as they pulled up from firmness and then started to swell outward. Her nipples even started to look fatter than usual. Her areola started to project out creating a separate steeper curve from the rest of the breast. Her bottom breasts grew faster than the top, so by the time the bottom hit G cups the four were evenly matched. The growth slowed, finally there, but everyone was pretty sure it only slowed down because her shirt was officially out of space. Even as huge as the top was, it was stretched across the four breasts very tightly, squishing the breasts outward a bit from lack of space. Her entire midriff was exposed up to her rib cage because the boobs yanked up all available fabric. This meant more of her lower cock was also exposed now, and her breasts squeezed the shaft more now from lack of room.
Hei and Bai paused, glancing at each other and back to Wuji again a bit worried. She looked like she was hyperventilating at this point. The pleasure was not especially strong but it was absolutely relentless, on top of her having lost her breath and never really getting it back from the initial shock, and then the fact her boobs were crushing her rib cage because of how tight the shirt was. She looked at the super smooth, shiny surface of her breasts, trying to rise out of the overstretched collar like a muffin. The skin was pulled so tight at the moment that her pours were not even visible at all, and her tits had a bright pink blush. Wuji's brow furrowed as she attempted to concentrate on only the breasts and how sexy they were, to try and flip her attention back to male, back to yin. Bai knew what she was trying to do, but she also knew it wasn't going to work, for the same reason her reversal spell failed. Yin and yang are opposing forces that counter each other, but they also work in tandem to create harmony- one does not exist without the other. They do not negate each other, they play off each other. Trying to give herself more of one doesn't reduce the other, it just creates more of both! Instead of becoming her yin or yang form, she was unintentionally creating a fourth form- a form that is both at the same time!
Wuji bowed heavily forward, pawing at the sides of her tits through the shirt with her goat hoof hands. Her tits were too heavy- her spine could not remain straight for more than a couple of seconds at a time. Unfortunately bending over bent her dick, and caused it to slide even further forward, surpassing the length of her head in this position. She tugged her hips back in response to the pleasure spike, but that created another spike! She thrust forward, then back again, moving her hips in desperate auto-pilot. She was giving herself a double-layer tit fuck! Because there was already so much pleasure in her groin she did not identify that part of it was from a different place. Not until they swelled big enough to rub her shaft too! She glanced around to her crotch and seen two huge teats sticking out from tiny, but growing mounds! The teats were comically big compared to the mounds they attached to. Goat teats! That... never happened before. Goat was her male half, which obviously would not get an udder. But because she was activating both forms at once their changes were bleeding together. She was getting a goat udder instead of a third set of breasts, which would normally be the next step of her rabbit form. Her butt got even bigger and she moaned, bowing even further over, now resting her front hooves on her knees to hold herself up! Her butt and thighs were so round now, and her udder angled her cock outward at enough of an angle that it finally snapped her skirt off- her dick basically flung it to the ground with a violent shake.
Hei shrugged, knowing they were not getting back to her apartment at this point and just bent over and raised a single cat claw up and tapped it to the front of Wuji's shirt. The shirt actually made a loud popping sound as the entire front exploded open the moment the sharp object made contact! Because of pressure her tits launched forward, yanking Wuji down onto all fours and then bounced back into her torso before colliding with one another for space and then bouncing every which way for half a minute before settling down. Wuji tried to get back up but the weight of her breasts was tremendous and in her effort she snapped her hips! The socket for her legs shifting- locking her into a quadruped position! Her udder started to swell faster once the mammary glands on the inside had properly formed. Once they got to a good handful size it was apparent it was an udder and not just a pair of boobs in her crotch- the two were fused together in the middle. The teats remained huge cones and grew with the udder, becoming as big as mini traffic cones! Her back started to form a layer of downy soft white fur! She started to thrust into her cleavage more deliberately, her pupils started to stretch horizontally and her mouth hung open as she continued to breath heavily. Her front teeth became huge and bucked as she gained the whiskers and cute neon pink bunny nose. Her face started to stretch out, pushing her eyes more to the side to make room as the bridge of her nose rose up and her forehead sloped out till the two aligned. Her face looked like a rabbit, and stopped for a good several moments but only seemed to tease and end they had not yet hit. She grunted and then bleated like a goat as her face stretched even further out! White fur overtook her neck and now face but black hair grew from her chin into a goat beard! She retained the buck teeth, pink nose, whiskers, and ears of a rabbit, but her face was now goat shaped, with goat beard and huge goat horns! Her head had never changed in her past transformations! Letting both animal aspects come out at the same time was muffling her human side- she was going feral!
Her growing ass seemed to surge downward, bloating up her legs and then feet and then collecting massively in her feet just above her hooves. A divot formed in the middle of the expanding width and pushed all the way through, creating a wet snapping sound as it broke in half! Her feet divided into two giant toes, but the hoof segments at the end remained the same, as if claws on these giant toes. But she still also had the uselessly tiny dew claws- creating a bizarre hybrid of plantigrade paw and ungulate hoof! Since she now stood on the ends of two giant toes, technically she was digitigrade. Wuji started grunting and bleating in frustration as her cock was pushed at a further and further angle, shoving itself out of her cleavage because of her growing udder smushed into its base. It was too close to the base of her giant cock for her to thrust against, but it was too bouncy and smooth to not feel amazing still. A tuft of bushy fur grew on her collar covering her top cleavage, and then spreading out. While most of her torso and her entire head were covered in white rabbit fur, the rest was gaining a layer of black goat fur! The udder was the last change to stop, finally finishing when either segment of the udder was the size of a honeydew melon- only stretched oblong. Wuji could not even walk like this, because her cock was so big and long and angled so far down by her udder that the end was prodding the ground under her head; if she attempted to walk forward her dick would drag across the ground.
Wuji attempted to speak several times, creating only an odd chirping bleat. Even without speaking any actual Chinese you could tell she trailed off twice, having lost concentration part way through her own action. There was an awkward silence before Hei spoke up, about to make a sarcastic joke, but since he was the first to move- Wuji immediately jumped him! Unable to contain herself at all anymore, Wuji leapt forward and bit his pants with her buck teeth and yanked them down in one motion before thrusting forward with her hips, humping the air in hopes of connecting. Because it was a tapered penis it went in easily, but got much harder the further down the shaft you went. Wuji slammed half of it in with one stroke which caused Hei to see stars as a bit of air was shoved out of his lungs!
Bai sighed and walked up, gently touching either side of Wuji's bestial face, then twirling her goat beard in her fingers while locking eyes with the creature. "You really are such a helpless thing, aren't you, baby? We told you, you should have treated the problem itself first instead of just ignoring it. We all have needs, you cannot bury the beast inside of yourself. Every yang will have a yin- every good an evil. Every human has a beast inside." Bai deftly untied her bikini top and tugged on Wuji's beard to pull her goat face forward and tickle herself with Wuji's whiskers as the face rest in her cleavage. "Fuck that annoying little man."
Pulling Wuji forward also caused her to step forward to keep balance and shove more cock into Hei. Wuji trembled from the pleasure and bent all her legs a moment because the pleasure took the strength out of them. Her balls visibly surged in size, getting even bigger! Bleating and rearing her head back a bit, her breasts also surged in size, though this time the top grew a bit larger than the bottom two. The top of Wuji's breasts gently touched the underside of Bai's breasts in this position, since she was on all fours. Hei was moaning and groaning like a beast himself, the cock buried in his tight little ass was so big he couldn't put together a single cohesive thought with it there. His open mouth curved up a bit at the edges, so Bai was sure that babbling fool was enjoying himself plenty. The huge thing hurt being in him, but Hei kinda likes being hurt. His own bristly pink feline phallus was out of its small sheath but not erect- it was not that he was not aroused, its just that Wuji's penis was so large that it was cutting the blood flow off that the shaft would need to get hard.
Bai sneared a bit at Hei then looked back to Wuji with a more loving look, brushing the side of her face with one hand and cupped her large upper tits with the other, pressing them up into the bottom of her own breasts. "Hei is such a relentless tease, let us show him what we think about his taunting, hmm?"
Bai grabbed both of Wuji's horns and leaned back, pulling Wuji forward! Wuji stepped forward to prevent herself from being pulled off balance again! As a feral beast on all fours, her pectoral muscles are in front of her front legs not between them, which means that is also where her top breasts are- the second set is between her front limbs. This also means she has considerable forward weight, to tilting forward puts her off balance quickly because her weight distribution is already off. Bai leaned back though, she did not step back so her own balance tilted dangerously far back till she fell over, yanking Wuji with her! Wuji's mega cock slammed into Hei, causing him to wheeze from the object being slammed into him, also forcing him to lift his hips as a high angle to guide the dick in deeper, otherwise it would have just jammed itself into his spine from inside. Hei's comparatively tiny penis startled to dribble cum as his prostate was absolutely flattened against the invading dick. He could feel every one of the throbbing veins under the surface of Wuji's shaft. Wuji was forced to bow her front half down as Bai fell and their breasts mashed together, cushioning her landing! Bai's tits managed to wedge themselves between Wuji's breasts- so Wuji had two above Bai's breasts and two below! Hei had the entire shaft to the sheath in his ass, which meant his own genitals were now wedged into Wuji's plump goat udder, since he was face up!
Bai booped her broad, cool nose against Wuji's as she shook her tits between hers to jiggle all six breasts together. She could tell by how Wuji's eyes were rolling back that she was approaching climax, so Bai kissed her deeply. Since Bai is part water buffalo, her tongue is very large for a still mostly human creature, and she coiled it with Wuji's tongue just as she climaxed. Hei straightened with a breathless 'oh god' as his intestines were yanked straight with a blast of cum, and then several thin high pressure streamers of cum forced their way out between his butt and the mega cock still wedged there from lack of room inside. It was wedged in him so hard that you could see the shaft pulse from through the bulge in his gut! As she came though, Wuji shrank! A goat is a bit smaller than a human, and a rabbit is considerably smaller than that. Her excess mass was being flash-converted to more cum to give her an impossible volume. She shrank to about the size of a regular barn goat.
Wuji stumbled back, popping out of Hei to rest on the ground for a few minutes; a tired but blissful look in her eyes. Hei could feel the late afternoon air in his gaping butt as it slowly tried to close back up.
"Uh... shouldn't she... he? Turn back to normal? Why is Wuji still feral?"
Bai hummed in thought. "It requires a higher heat or pressure to convert a material between states than it does to keep them in that state. She just needs to find her zen again and rid herself of extraneous traits and desires. This is not Wuji in this state, this is... Taiji. Yin is darkness, yang is light. Wuji is a void, an absence of both darkness and light. Taiji is both darkness and light together."
"Right... so, Taiji will be Wuji, whenji?"
Bai rolled her eyes, dusting herself off and re-tying her bikini top. "My incense can restore her. I will wait on it to see if she really is spent though. If she isn't, it may do her better to leave her like this a while longer so Taiji can go on a bit of a rampage. Then we can fix her."
It was not about darkness and light after all- the name of the game was balance. Remember, in order to give your all around others, you need to take care of yourself first. Working on your own mental calm isn't selfish, its mandatory. If you are not zen within, you will be chaos without. |
(F tf Cow mutations, M tf Bull mutations)
Kerry had reddish-brown hair that cascaded down to her chest, though was actually a good bit longer if you pulled it straight. When she was little it used to be very curly, but as she grew it out longer; it was pulled straighter by its own weight and just made it wildly wavy. She had pretty dark brown freckles as she spends a lot of time outdoors, and sunlight really brings them out. Her boyfriend Devon likes to find 'constellations' among them, connecting the dots in his head. Today her dark blue eyes were on the road as her truck kicked up a cloud of dust behind it two meters high! There was pavement under her... somewhere. You could not see it under all the dirt. This was outside of the city already, on a steep slope up and out to the country surrounding it. Her friend Maggy Farlane wanted a hand getting rid of some old equipment, and Kerry was the only one she knew with a truck.
A man Kerry did not know was waiting beside a pile of some pretty advanced looking alchemical equipment, at the end of the lane leading into Farlane Ranch. He waved her over and explained he was a temporary worker at the ranch, Mike. Maggy runs Farlane Ranch with her sisters Mae and Mary, then Mary's daughter Molly and her friend Mike help. Maggy walked out to talk to Kerry while Mike did most of the lifting to get the equipment into the back of the truck.
Maggy crossed her arms. "Are you sure you can do this on your own? I figured your squeeze Devon would be with you to help..."
"He will be off work by the time I get to the Null Zone Dump if I really need a hand."
Arcane and Alchemical materials cannot be disposed of normally because they would contaminate the environment- and in the case of magical items, the spell effects can overlap or meld together and create unstable and violent results. For this reason there is a Null Zone at the very back of the Arcane University's land. Mana conduits create an energy dead-zone where magical effects can no longer function. Maggy already explained the canisters in some of the equipment she was handing off to Kerry to get rid of still had some old potions in them, so she cannot simply drag the equipment off the truck bed and dump onto the ground, or the canisters will rupture and she could get sprayed with remnant potion. Devon was at work still so Kerry did not want to bother him. How bad could old potion effects be anyway- especially if she doesn't ingest any of it? What Maggy did not tell her however is what these potions were made for. Farlane Ranch was struggling when the three sisters inherited it from their father. To get it up and running while they were still trying to gather more cattle, the sisters teamed up and created a transformative potion to give them cow traits- giving them extreme lactation capacity. They milked themselves till they had enough cows to milk instead!
Kerry would have liked to stay and chat, but she did not want to be late for dinner and she still had to take this to the dump. It was late afternoon, and she was in the country side right now- the university was in the middle of the city, and the dump on the far side of that! Maggy waved to her as she drove off, a look of concern in her eyes still though. Even she did not know what would happen if Kerry was not careful and got some on her in spite of Maggy's warnings. The potion was well past its expiration date- whatever effects they originally held would no longer be functioning properly.
Kerry sighed as she drove back into the city, finally losing the massive trail of dust behind her. She would need to take the truck to a car wash tomorrow- driving on the country roads painted it in dirt. It was surprising the Farlane sisters took charge of the ranch; they are not really country folk by trade. Aside from running the ranch, Maggy is a skilled Alchemist, Mae is a Mage of the Arcane University, and Mary is a top grade chef in a classy restaurant. The ranch had a good plot of land though- which meant each sister could set up their own building to practice their individual arts even on their off-time. Kerry pondered calling Devon on her cell phone but decided against it. If he came to help her in the car, then they would both get home at the same time and have to eat dinner late. Kerry backed the truck up into the Null Zone, feeling a slight tingle as she passed through the barrier. Because the mana is being redirected out of the zone- the area immediately outside of it actually has extremely high energy levels. She started to struggle to pull some of the equipment off though. Kerry watched Mike do it and it looked easy then! He must be as strong as a bull. The worst was a canister compressor that had stopped working from lack of use. There was still one empty and one almost full canister inside but Kerry could not remove them! They had been there for so long the top had started to rust, basically fusing it to the machine- she wasn't strong enough to separate them. Well... with the canisters still lodged in it, it was too heavy to lift. She dragged it to the edge of the truck bed and then yanked it forward while jumping to the side to toss it into the pile of junk. Well, there. That was the last of it anyway. Kerry went to get back in the truck and felt a chill from the slight wind. Looking down she noticed there was moisture on her shirt- on top of her left breast! Was that spilled potion? It could just be condensation from the outside of the equipment. She better have a shower when she gets home just in case. She felt a strong tingle there when she left the Null Zone, but passed it off as just being paranoid. She did not understand that the potions were crafted with both alchemy and arcanistry... the high energy atmosphere around the null zone super-charged it.
She was nearly home when her left boob started to tingle a bit. It was mostly toward her nipple, and it became erect on its own, while her right nipple remained soft. Devon greeted her as she came home, but she was quick to march right past him and tell him she needed a shower, badly. Dinner was already prepared, but Devon would have to keep it warm for her. Kerry did not want to take any risks from some expired potion. She was so quick to toss her outfit off and into the laundry she did not even notice the area that had been wet became bleached! The color was drained out of some areas and condensed into others to turn darker and lighter... in a pattern similar to a Holstein cow. When she got into the shower Kerry immediately noticed her left breast was looking a bit pink, and the nipple felt tender. Great- it must have been old potion, its irritating her skin. She made sure to scrub it down first. The heightened sensitivity made her moan as she rubbed her water-slick tit over. It felt like there was a heat building up inside of it, and it felt more firm than her other breast! She tried to move on once it was clean to the rest of her body, but her hand kept migrating back to flick or tug the one insistently erect nipple. She took it between her index and thumb and rolled it while squeezing, moaning at the feeling. Her eyes went wide as she felt it actually fight the pressure applied by her digits! She looked down and seen her left nipple was larger! Longer and thicker than it should be! She let go of it for a second but after a moment it pulsed and an itchy tingling entered it as the nerves were stretched further- her nipple expanded even larger before her eyes! She grabbed it and yanked on it to relieve the feeling inside, and the tingling itch converted to warm, radiant pleasure! She tugged on the overly large nipple so aggressively that her entire boob wobbled forward and back under it. Because the weight was rocking back and forth, she did not notice it increasing. Her actual breast was very slowly swelling in size as well. The left now quite noticeably larger than the right. Her pussy clenched and her legs trembled a bit, forcing her to brace against the wall so she did not slip in the wet tub! It was then she finally looked at her breast in comparison to the other and gasped at the clear effect. It looked almost two cup sizes larger, and the nipple was as fat as her pinky finger and a full inch long at least!
Once out of the shower she tossed on her oversized night shirt and nothing on her lower body- groaning at the obvious lopsided chest and her erect nipple tenting the fabric on only one side. She tied her hair up for the night and returned to the kitchen. Devon heard her coming and set out the food finally, but then froze in shock as she actually entered the room.
Kerry held out her arms, presenting herself. "Well, that mad scientist of a friend really did it this time."
"W-what... happened?"
"I got a tiny bit of that old expired potion on my shirt and now one boob is all swollen. It doesn't hurt... maybe it will just go back to normal in a while."
Kerry unintentionally sat crooked at the dinner table, trying to subconsciously cause the fabric to equalize on her chest she kept turning to the side, but obviously that did not help. Halfway through the meal she nearly dropped her fork when she realized she was still changing! It looked like her arm was still wet at first, but it had a silvery sheen to it! It was actually tiny white hairs growing on her forearm... the fur of a cow coming in!
Devon was quite worried too. "Well... w-how? There is no such thing as a transformation potion."
Kerry groaned. "No... but Maggy's sister Mae is a Mage from the Arcane University. The potion could still be used as a medium to transfer a spell through. And there ARE transformation spells."
"Well we have to get a hold of the university then!"
"The potion was expired and unstable... and something tells me it wasn't sanctioned by the university in the first place. The university would have to diagnose me to figure out what caused this before they could reverse it."
"Then call Maggy!"
Kerry clicked her tongue. "They don't have a phone, they live off the grid. I can drive out there tomorrow and see her. I only got a tiny bit on my shirt so I can't imagine it would be able to do much to me anyway. That is why it only happened to one side of my chest- the spill was on my left tit. As disconcerting as it is, it is also a bit of a relief to see what it is doing to me. I would rather have a temporarily lopsided rack than be turned to stone or Gods know what else."
As the night progressed, her changes did too- thought very slowly. The fur grew in so gradually she did not feel a thing, she just kept surprising herself when she would glance down at her left arm and see it still thicker. It grew on her forearm first, then on her shoulder, then the two patches gradually expanded to meet. Her shoulder the fur grew slightly longer and was the same red-brown as the hair on her head, but then turned white abruptly on the arm below it. When it reached her wrist it started to turn brown again. Devon fell asleep before she did. Kerry often remained up longer to read before sleeping so she was sitting up in bed with a small reading light on. She is left handed, so had to change what hand she naturally held the book in when it started to deform! She tried to muffle her grunts from the feelings so she would not wake up Devon and worry him. Her hand was stretching longer! Brief groans followed by dull snaps sounded off, muffled through the skin. The bones started to swell larger and press into one another. Her pinky and thumb however did not move with the rest of the hand. The nails started to get thicker, becoming increasingly darker grey the thicker they got, and started to stretch and deform the tips of the digits they attached to. Her thumb and pinky stretched much wider but did not change size- so they were also forced to be much shorter, and the multiple bones just smushed into one. They had regressed into dew claws! It looked like the rest of her hand would turn into the other half of a cloven hoof too, but it stopped. The bones in the hand were squished together but did not fuse, and her three remaining fingers did not change in any way- they were still fully human. She did not get enough of the potion on her to advance any further. It may just be her imagination, but her left boob looked bigger now too. It did not project any further off her chest, but it was rounder and much firmer.
Kerry fell asleep, laying at first on her left side to face off the bed like she normally would. This also rest her much larger boob on the bed; if she sat on her right her large left breast would flop over her smaller boob. Though the effects of the potion had exhausted themselves, her transformation very slowly started to resume while she was asleep somehow. In her sleep she did not have conscious restraint and she gently rocked her torso slightly, so her swollen boob would drag gently on the mattress below. Her left nipple swelled even larger, becoming now as fat as her thumb, and turning more red rather than the powder brown they naturally were. Her areola started to swell outward into a soft hill of their own, and her breast grew slightly larger still. A hard bulge grew under the skin at her left temple and the artery in her neck on the left side only swelled larger. Her ear started to change structure, becoming wider and twice as much in length. It became elven, and then the base tightened and throbbed as new muscles formed to allow it free movement. As it started to grow larger and more leaf shaped she groaned softly in her sleep and flipped herself over so it wouldn't be pinned under her head. This however caused her enlarged breast to flop over a bit- though not very far because of how taught it is. Instead of slapping over the other side of her chest, it bounced a bit and white beads formed on the huge nipple. It was full of milk. By the time her left ear stopped growing it was as large as an adult male human hand- from wrist to fingertip.
Devon woke her up in the morning in a panic- Kerry was still asleep and blissfully unaware of what happened while she was resting.
"It is getting worse! You are half cow!"
She glanced at the mirror on the back of the bedroom door. "More like a quarter cow, but yea." She cupped her left boob with her deformed partial hoof-hand and winced at the pressure inside. "Ugh..."
"Get dressed, I am driving you to Maggy right away! You can't drive the truck in that state."
"I can't go anywhere yet. I need to milk myself before I explode like a water balloon!"
Kerry dashed to the bathroom, holding the swollen boob to keep it from jostling around. It was pulled so tight over the load of milk held within that it almost felt like a muscle cramp. Her shirt was also soaking wet! She did not even notice the puddle she left on the bed overnight, since it was the same temperature as her skin. Kerry pulled her shirt up and rest it on top of her breasts as she tried to grasp her breast but couldn't use her left hand. The deformed hand was great at cupping and holding the breast, but lacked the motor skills to grasp or tug on the teat. Kerry thought the pink hue to the breast was it blushing from the attention it was getting but it was still just as pink now- it was her actual skin color. She had to reach across with her human hand. In spite of its size, the teat was hard to grasp because the milk was brute forcing its way out already so it was slick with moisture and made it hard to grip. The teat had never stopped being erect, but as it expanded in size it became softer because there wasn't enough blood pressure there to erect something that large. It was extremely easy to get the milk out at least; every small motion the left breast had forced more out. She was feeling starved though, and was almost tempted to drink her own milk, but there was nothing to put it in to drink out of and her breast was far too tight with internal pressure to roll the teat up to where she could suck on it herself. The reason she was so hungry in the first place is the milk- her body needs material to make it out of, which caused it to burn through its reserve calories very quickly over night. It felt so good to milk herself though! Pulling on the teat felt good, but the flow of milk through its insides also brushed her pleasure nerves as it flowed- so the nerves were getting played from both sides at once! The cramped pressure also went away and the breast softened. It had been so tight that the pours were pulled smooth making it look wet even were it was still dry. Once it relaxed, it went from a perfect bubble of fat on her chest into a tear shape as the heavier mass settled at the bottom and it went from firm to squishy and rubbery again.
Kerry was very nervous as she watched the milk flowing out of her, but it had nothing to do with her massive boob- and everything to do with her small boob. When she looked in the mirror to start milking the first thing she noticed before she even started was that her regular sized breast's nipple was bigger than it should be and the skin there was pink! As she milked herself, her right breast started to grow! How on earth was she still transforming from a single dollop of potion that soaked through her shirt first before even touching her? She felt the skin on her forehead tightening too, and by the time the tension in her milking breast lessened enough for her to look up at it, it popped out of the skin! A small stumpy horn broke through, creating a single drop of blood that traced a dark line down her face. The horn itself pulled the skin tight around the base so it was unable to bleed any more than that- and the blood vessels re-routed soon after as part of the change anyway. While looking at that she noticed her one cow ear too and groaned. By the time she was able to let her left breast relax and stop milking herself, her heart jumped at the sight of a bubble at the bottom of her right breast! What the hell was that, a tumor?! No, its squishy just like her boob. As it continued to grow out, a stiff area appeared at the front and started to swell out separately. Once it stuck out two centimetres she realized it was a forming nipple! The bubble at the bottom is turning into another breast! But its fused to the one above it so... she was growing a two segment udder on one side of her chest, and a twice large breast on the other side? Good lord, she isn't turning into a cow, she is turning into a freak.
She glanced into the bedroom from her seat by the bathtub she was milking herself into but Devon was not there. He was likely waiting at the side door in the kitchen or already in the running truck waiting for her. When Kerry went to get up her hand cramped suddenly and caused the strength to leave her arm, making her tumble to the floor! She lifted her hand and seen her thumb and pink compacting into themselves as her nails evolved into small, solid cones of keratin! Her right hand was quickly joining the left! It was devolving into hooves faster though, and this time it did not stop! Her three fingers turned into two very simple digits capped with hoof segments as her hand fully turned into a cloven hoof! She grew a few cow hairs around the very top but then it stopped. So her right arm remained furless, and her left hand still had three fingers. She was incredibly miss-matched. She could feel a slight itch at the base of her horn too, and knew that it was slowly growing longer too.
Kerry met Devon in the kitchen, who proceeded to freak out over her continually degrading condition. "Come on, I will get you there and Maggy will fix you up I am sure."
Kerry did not go to the door though- she went to the fridge. "My stomach hurts, Dev. The transformation is trying to steal body mass to feed the overclocked milk production. If I don't eat something it will start dissolving my body's fat reserves and it could knock me out completely."
Kerry started ravenously shoveling everything she could find into her mouth, and Devon seen that it would not be enough. He started to rummage quickly for something more for her to eat. To save money; they buy those huge noname brand cereal bags that are as big as a human torso- he handed her that and she started to eat the dry cereal out of the bag. However, while the food replenished her body- her transformation still wanted its cut of the deal. Her left breast was quickly filling with milk again, sitting higher and higher on her chest as it filled and started to pull taught again. Now though, her right breast... udder... thing, started to also fill with milk! The two segments of the udder were a bit larger than her former breast was. The teat on the bottom segment was now fully formed, but was the same pink as the skin under it and lacked an areola unlike the top segment.
She paused her eating and went to grab her tits but paused, looking at her hoof and deformed half-hand. "Devon, milk me! I don't have any hands to milk myself now. I need to keep eating, but it is overfilling my boobs..."
She plopped down onto the kitchen floor and sat the bag of oat cereal beside herself and Devon sat on her other side, cupping her odd sideways udder and sucking on its top teat- the most human looking one she had. Her milk was in a halfway state as well- it lacked the sweetness human milk has, but it is no where as remotely calorie rich as actual cow milk is. Kerry told him he would not have time to actually consume it all, so he started to tug the teat on her actual breast to milk the other side onto the floor for now. They could not afford to keep the place clean. She looked down as her feet started cramping and seen them rapidly stretch! Her legs were changing shape from the shins down! Her feet were rapidly devolving into hooves, and she had to shove the kitchen table back to make room, since her feet extending into canon bones added a good deal of length to her legs!
Kerry paused eating a moment to listen and furrowed her brow. The subtle sound of rapidly stretching and growing tissue and... fabric? That wasn't coming from her! She looked over and seen Devon hunched over to drink from her! He was much taller than he is supposed to be, and his rib cage is huge! And he is more muscular too! The hair on his chest and forearms has turned into a mat of glossy black fur! She pulled away, causing him to flop over onto his hands since he was partially leaned on her. In that moment, Kerry finally realized what was happening! The potion effects ran out last night- there was no way it was a large enough dose to do any more changes than that. It mutated her milk. Her other boob started to change because she was sleeping on her right side, causing the mutated left breast to leak milk onto the right side of her chest while she slept. Her right hand transformed and not the arm, because her breast was already wet with milk when she used that hand to express the rest. Her legs are changing because of the milk Devon was releasing from her onto the floor, and now he is changing because he DRANK it!
"Oh Gods, Devon, are you okay?!"
"Hmm? Yea, me good, we should get you... Devon get... mmmm." He looked like he was in a daze and Kerry could hear the bones in his torso creaking larger.
His neck was bulking up fast as well, becoming larger and muscular. If her milk can cause such drastic mutation by simply touching something organic... how bad is the amount of milk he drank going to be? Its inside of him, circulating through his body now! She forced herself to her still changing feet, though they were almost entirely hooves now and still going. She grabbed the wash cloth and quickly wiped around her thighs and crotch. The milk touched those too- she was hoping removing it quickly would stop any mutations. Devon tried to stand up to move closer to Kerry again to suck her juicy teats, but stumbled back and fell on his ass, causing his pant legs to rupture. He was growing larger, but especially his torso and neck- following the path the milk took. His hips were huge and his chest gigantic, making his limbs look comically tiny in comparison, and removing a lot of the flexibility his spine had. The pressure in his torso continued to grow, and without anywhere left to go, it started to pulse down into his limbs now. His muscles surged on his limbs, especially his front limbs. His pecs flinched on their own, growing in pulses with every clench. The muscles from his shoulders surged into his upper back muscles which quickly grew to a size that made him look like he had a hump-back! His shirt strained and started to tear at the sleeves when his arms bulged, but when his shoulder and back muscles surged it completely exploded off him- torn to shreds. Kerry continued to back up from him on her now completed hooves as she seen how the muscles in his limbs were writhing erratically. They were not changing to bovine- the shape was incorrect for either species, which made it almost impossible for him to move his limbs at the moment because the muscles did not match the joints at all.
Kerry felt her pussy clenching on its own, and looked down to see the outer labia blushing pink. Then the pink coloration started to spread up, becoming wider as it consumed her lower crotch. She groaned, afraid of what it was, though she had a real good guess. Her hip bone creaked and suddenly made a loud pop, and an absolute explosion of pleasure went off and did not stop! The strength left her legs as they started to tremble. She turned and caught herself on the edge of the kitchen counter, holding herself up by her arms- her legs were spread as wide as they could go but unable to support her weight. Her legs started to shift on their own as the hips they socketed to were also changing, becoming big and boxy like the rump of a bovine! Her thighs became wider length-wise but much thinner across, making her thighs like giant disks. The joint to the hip shifted nearly to the very back which had the effect of reducing her height back to about where it had been before she had hooves. Her vulva and anus yanked backward, following the migrating pelvic floor. She placed her hand between her legs and her eyes widened at the amount of space now between her legs! The pleasure did not stop though- it only migrated a bit higher. Four pink nubs formed in the huge pink spot that spread from her pussy, and the entire area started to swell out. Yea... she figured as much... an udder. Wiping the milk off after the fact wasn't enough, it already tainted her nethers. Oddly she was not growing a tail though- and since her anus and vulva were now so high up they were very clearly on display for anyone to see without a tail to cover them.
Devon was still on the floor trying to move. When he moved his limbs only half the muscles in them actually responded. With each attempt they moved more- stretching the skin on the surface further apart, making his limbs very long and narrow. His arms ruptured first but the legs were not far apart as they split in two! Even as his hands and feet were still compressing into hooves, they divided- he now had eight limbs! His pant legs were already torn in two, but when his legs actually multiplied his pants burst the rest of the way off. He could move his limbs again but was still growing and was extremely stiff. He gathered his four legs below him and as soon as he put his full weight on them in an attempt to stand like a human again (and failing), his hips popped loudly like Kerry's. But his did not get any wider, instead it split like his legs did. He had four legs but two still hinged into a single socket, now his body was fixing that. Likewise, his shoulder blades thickened and split into a second pair that slid a bit further down and under the first set. His hands and feet quickly finished devolving into hooves, and he grew a long tasseled bovine tail that split into two before it had even finished forming- growing into two full tails, although for some reason the left one was slightly longer.
"Kerry... good. Taste more. Muh... me wa-aah ough!" His voice was already thunderously deep and he spoke slowly from the changes in his neck, but he suddenly sounded like he was gagging on something.
His tongue slid out of his mouth and very quickly started to grow! The large dark veins covering the bottom throbbed violently! His tongue was exposed the most directly to her milk! It was so thick it almost closed off his throat, and his throat was twice the size it should be! It grew out of his mouth by two inches, then three, four... it did not stop till there was at least nine inches of tongue flailing around! It was many times too large for him to put back in his mouth, it was permanently out. Both he and Kerry looked down between his legs at the ridiculous bulge in his straining underpants- the only clothes still clinging to him. His balls had swollen gigantically and taken up all the space in his straining underwear- the lack of room was squeezing them uncomfortably as well as pinning down the first tenth of his tails- the rest escaped out the leg holes.
"Hoooo~ 'uck yusss~!" He reared his head back and closed his eyes in bliss from the feeling.
The nerves in his cock stretched as the phallus mutated and bloated. His pubic hair turned to black fur- his oversized scrotal flesh was turning black already on its own, looking bruise purple at the moment. The fur started to spread up onto the scrotum as well as up his foreskin as it thickened into a pseudo sheath. A bull sheath is incredibly long though, and attached to their underside- Devon's is neither of those things. The changed foreskin remained the length it already was and instead the cock within grew longer exposing more tender red-pink shaft. The glans inflated, creating a deeper, broader corona as it swelled into a huge bull shaped head that looked almost too big for the shaft it was attacked to. The urethra then started to extend out from the head of the penis creating a bit of a spiked end- but it did not stop there. The urethral bulge up the entire underside of the shaft started to bloat up massively to support it all as it continued to get longer and longer, stretching away from the glans which remained where they were! It looked like a bull's penis growing out of an oversized human penis! The tuft of fur that grows at the end of the bull sheath even got abnormally long on his very tiny sheath- looking more like the sheath had a beard. His sheath made it about three inches from his balls, then his human dong another eight inches from there, and then another twelve inches worth of bovine phallus! Overall his dick was 23 inches long! His balls eventually ruptured the underpants and freed themselves, but continued to swing and bob in their loose sack and droop lower and lower. By the time each testicle was the size of a water melon, they were resting fully on the floor under him because of how long his scrotum is.
Kerry had a hard time figuring out if he was drooling because he was horny, or drooling because his tongue sort of prevented him from fully closing his mouth ever. Even on all fours, his overall bigger body and massive muscles made him just as tall as Kerry is standing upright on two legs. He started to move toward her, but she was still holding herself up by her arms on the counter- she could not get away from him while her udder was still growing. The pleasure did not stop, all the nerves down there were being stretched and branching more and more! Her udder was the size of half a yoga ball at this point, making sure to fill all that extra space she now had between her legs! Kerry also was not entirely sure she was even ABLE to stand anymore- her hip joints shifted to bovine. She told him to shoo but he was too fixated on her dangling teats. Her breast and half-udder on her chest attracted his attention because they were again dripping with milk. Her udder looked exquisite but it was still growing in so it had not filled with milk yet. She could not shove him away because she was holding herself up with her arms- if she let go she will fall to the floor entirely... and the floor has milk on it. He coiled his extremely long tongue around her boob and sucked onto the big fat teat! Now Kerry actually wished her udder would hurry up and grow faster so she could pull away from him before he turned himself into a complete abomination. She seen two horns burst out of the skin on his head. At least he actually had two, unlike Kerry who still only had the one horn. He moaned into the soft skin of her tit, making her cry out because it tickled her. Hollow pops and clicks started to come from his head as it grew in size and started to stretch out into a bovine muzzle. The veins in his neck throbbed and it swelled even thicker with muscle- it was almost twice as wide as his actual head! Devon paused a moment and broke off, looking rather dazed and his tongue loosened its grip. He started to grunt and gust hot air from his expanding nostrils as his head continued to stretch. A bull head is sort of triangular when viewed from the side and rectangular when you look at it head-on. It is well defined and sculpted. Kerry's growth started to slow, so while she was still very weak she managed to force herself onto her feet. She could not stand upright, so she used the arm that already had a hoof instead of a hand to balance on and scurried away from Devon using the opening. When she stopped moving, her udder almost yanked her back into motion. When it swung it really made its immense weight known. It was hard to set that giant pink pendulum into motion, and once it was moving- it's hard to stop.
His groans and moans became stuttered, the twitches and groaning bone of his skull became more chaotic. The muscle in his neck surged massively and the veins pulled rock hard and he gave a long, animalistic bellow that shook the kitchen glassware! In a sickening, wet sticking sound his entire skull started to split in half! The edges of the bone rapidly expanding into the divide even as it deepened! His head completed its transformation into that of a bull at the same time it became two complete heads! Now every sound he made was echoed by the other head that did everything exactly as he did! His neck only split halfway down though and remained a single throat at the base, so the two heads could not move very far away from one another. They each grew a second horn on the inner facing side that grew extremely rapid, and immediately coiled around the other horn! They grew together into one, spiraling up to be easily twice as long as the other horns! The longer faces better housed the gigantic tongue both heads possessed, but it was still too big to completely fit inside. They reared again and Kerry put a hand over her mouth to suppress a scream when two bull horns branched from his collar bone and erupted forward! The front of his collar bone started to bulge out between them, looking like the top of yet another bovine head emerging, but it stopped as soon as its form became more defined, so it was just the top of a head and nothing more. The skin bulged in the middle of it and then split open, revealing a single eye in the middle of the forehead of the partially developed third head!
"Duvum cum." He started to slowly walk toward her.
She shook her head and backed up a bit. "We need to find a way to get help and contact Maggy."
"Cum, neeeed... so... full." It was weird hearing two copies of his voice at the same time.
She had to dodge his central horn several times to make sure he did not misjudge its length and impale her by mistake. He was badly mutated so she did not know if he was just overcome with hormones or was legitimately in pain or trouble because his genitals are extremely misconfigured. With a nervous sigh, she agreed to let him mount her as long as he promised to focus on getting to Maggy after. Neither of them could work the truck in this shape, obviously, but Kerry planned to use Devon as a mount and ride there. As long as they both get the hell away from her spilled milk and she doesn't leak all over them, their changes shouldn't progress. And he has eight strong legs now. Kerry used the bench by the side door the shoes were lined up under to rest her hands on and brace against as the ultra-bull lifted himself to mount her. Now she was glad she had bovine hips, because with the force and weight he brought down on her, her hips would have shattered to bits if it was still human. He hooked his front arms over top of hers and bounced her boobs down with presses from his hooves. His second front legs hooked under her arms and cradled the sides of her boob and half-udder. His first back legs hooked in front of hers and guided his mutated cock into her, while the second back legs scooted up against the back of her legs to drive it in! The extra flexibility between his two hips actually made it much easier to angle his thrusts correctly. She had to be careful not to try and reposition her hooves- his balls are on the floor behind them. His bovine cock fit into her easily enough, but he bottomed out in her before the human cock made it in- so her pussy just spread out over half its glans before he had to pull back. Even in her own mutated state his dick was just too big. It did not take long for him to climax, dumping a massive amount of cum into her! His huge heavy balls made an audible thump each time they managed to lift themselves off the floor to deliver another blast before slapping back down.
They did not have enough time to get cleaned up, with cum still dripping from her, they struggled with the side door but Kerry managed to use her half-hand to open it into the garage and then just smacked the huge button that opened the shudder door for the truck to get out- except it will be Kerry riding Devon. He would have no trouble getting out the shudder door, but Kerry sure needed to help him get through the side door into the garage. Her hips barely fit through the doorway- Devon was absolutely too big to fit through the door. In order to get him through he needed to flop over onto his side and tuck in his legs- then Kerry grabbed him by the horns and slid him through. They ended up breaking part of the door frame even then. Kerry's stomach let out several loud rumblings and she paused as Devon stood back onto all eight. Was she over hungry again? She did not feel hungry though, if anything she still felt bloated from all the cum Devon shot in her. There was several more loud gurgling sounds and her eyes went wide as her stomach started to push out rounder and bigger! Oh no. If the potion effects can mutate her milk, it can also mutate his cum!
Kerry fell to her knees, then hands and knees before rolling onto her back on the floor of the garage behind the truck- close enough to the open shudder door that she was in the sunlight. Her stomach was getting huge, fast. It expanded so much forward that it was trying to push her ribs up and her hips down to make room, which then taxed her spine in turn. Her body trembled as a new vertebrae was formed and her spine got longer. And then again! She could feel muscles expanding around the gut and from either side of it a little lump formed. The lumps stretched into meaty little tubes. The tubes squirmed as muscle sinew twisted into them, and then started to bend and gain shape as bones formed inside to give them mobility. When little claw-like cones emerged from the skin on the end, Kerry realized they were tiny, underdeveloped bovine legs! She groaned with strain and her spine was pulled longer and longer! Shoulder blades formed behind the new proto limbs as they continued to grow larger and stronger! Her large stomach suddenly got yanked down by her lengthening spine and pulled into a large tube shape between the new legs and the old! You could see each individual set of ribs grow out from the spine, stretching the outside skin wider as a bovine rib cage formed, linked in the front from a growing sternum. She frantically flailed all her limbs around trying to yank herself onto her side as quickly as possible when she felt pleasurable twitches down her front and realized her boobs were leaking again- and the runoff milk was trailing down her body and pooling in her belly button! Even as her second torso developed into a full sized cow body, more breasts formed on her 'human' torso! One had a cluster of three nipples on the front, one had a teat so gigantic it could be used as a dildo! She grew two below her existing set, then one on either side, between the two sets. Then one below that on her left side that grew so large it forced her to permanently lean to the other side to make room. On her bovine torso, a second udder started to develop immediately in front of the old one! The front of her bovine torso also grew in fur- white with brown patches, but the fur faded off leaving the original rear end still blank and also tailless. Her original left boob started to grow again, swelling absolutely massive.
Devon could not hold himself back for long, and barely had enough intellect still to do it even when he wasn't that horny. She overturned herself to try to keep him off but could barely move because of all the uneven breast growth and weight. When he could not get inside of her, he put his giant dick between a half dozen tits and blew his load there. Which made them even bigger, and caused even more to grow between existing ones at random sizes, with a random number of nipples or teats. Him being on her smeared more milk on him, and he continued to grow larger and more muscular till he could barely move because of how bulbous all his muscle mass was, and his back was so high up from his overall size that it almost scraped the garage roof! His balls alone almost filled a quarter of the garage space! Kerry could not move, and did not stop lactating, so her own milk continued to deform her, her entire body becoming deformed and bulbous. Softer, rounder, milkier! She was being entirely consumed in wobbling soft, rubbery boobs and udders and teats!
Devon woke her up many hours later. The sky was burning with a metallic orange light from a dusk sun. Kerry sat up quickly when she realized she could actually move! Her hair was sopping wet and heavy with all the milk in it, as was her shirt. It had been bunched up at the top of her chest the entire time but Devon rolled it down back over her. She was... completely normal? So was Devon. There was a pool of drying milk that covered the entire garage floor, then trailed down the driveway, across the sidewalk and down the edge of the street.
"What... the fuck happened?"
Devon shrugged, now fully dressed again and holding some pants out for Kerry to better cover herself. "I just woke up normal again, and you were almost fully normal too. You only had a few deformities regressing back into you when I woke up."
She furrowed her brow. "Wait, Maggy probably used alchemy to extract a bovine essence to act as instructions for a magical spell her sister Mae then put in it."
"Right, you were mentioning that before. So... what?"
"Spells require mana. The area around the null zone is high density energy, it must have super charged the partially decayed potion. We changed so much and for so long that we depleted all the local mana and the charge I picked up from the dump- canceling the spell effects. Basically, the potion wears off after a while." She looked off into the horizon. "As soon as we clean all this up, I am heading over to see Maggy, I don't care how late it is!"
"W-well, don't be too mad with her. She did repeatedly tell you to be careful with the stuff so this wouldn't happen. You were warned."
"Mad? I want to find out what that potions original effects were and ask her if she has any more~" |
(Mx4, FtHx1, various canine forms- werewolf, dire wolf, hellhound, dog)
Lawrence was called to the scene of a crime in the small town of Lowland Hights. It was a beautiful but small town hidden away in its own nook, and he had to travel quite some distance from the next closest city to be here. In a long duster coat, the popped collar and rim of his black hat almost hid his face. He was an arcane hunter- he specialized in hunting beasts and races of a more magical nature. See, the problem with this crime scene is that no one knew what the crime was exactly.
Lawrence examined the house of Lesley, a woman who had gone missing a short while ago. Most of the furniture was scorched or reduced completely to char inside the house. They found a large black dog but no sign of Lesley. Because of the scene they jumped to the conclusion of werewolf quickly... except, its just a large dog, its not a wolf. They also exposed it to silver to absolutely no effect. There was several types of supernatural dogs as well but this exhibited none of their behavior, it just seemed like a regular animal. There was what looked like paw prints and claw marks scorched into the floor in several places, but it could not have been this dog- the size of the prints was gargantuan. Lawrence noted several charred remains of books, grains of salt scattered about, a piece of used chalk and some wax remnants. Items of arcane nature- like those used in a summoning ritual. But this dog was not what was summoned... which means whatever it was is running around on the loose right now.
He had the roads cut off leading in and out of the town, since it was a crossroads for several locations, and he did not want whatever escaped from this house to vanish into traffic. Lowland Hights was built on what used to be an island in a lake. The lake had almost entirely dried up long ago however and a vast, thick forest grew in the giant round depression it once sat in. There was only one road leading north where Lawrence had come from himself, but to the south five roads converged. From the south several travelers arrived in town- they were within proximity to the town when Lawrence closed the roads off, trapping them in the area, forcing them to come into the town proper to stay while the roadblocks were up. Lawrence ordered the towns police to question all the people who were forced into the town, but they arrived at different times and scattered to find rooms to stay in for the time being, so it took some time to track them. It was a good thing Lawrence was present when they questioned a behemoth of a man, calling himself Kurst. With dark tan skin, muscular arms almost as big around as some of the other men's torsos and standing nearly eight feet tall- he was hard to miss. Lawrence would have almost considered not questioning him because it seemed like too obvious a form for a demon to disguise himself in. When questioned, the man had very few words in his thunderously low voice, and while he made up a story about passing through, as soon as they started to ask him more detailed questions like where he had been or if he had any proof he quickly stumbled on his words and instead resorted to violence. Kurst picked one officer up by the face and tossed him like a rag doll through the air. Two shot him with their flintlock pistols to almost no effect at all. The holes were glowing orange at the edges like super heated metal, and closed up and healed in a matter of moments. Lawrence quickly stepped in with his blessed sword and while he was still unable to inflict lasting wounds, he did hurt Kurst enough for the officers to restrain him in chains and take to the dungeon below the station where the long term prisoners were tossed to rot. Lawrence would interrogate him and try to reverse the ritual to send him back, but he was not entirely convinced he was working alone. Kurst spoke using very few words and was quick to give up trying to lie his way out of it- he did not seem the type to bother trying to disguise himself in the first place. Which means someone told him to hide. Lawrence left him in the dungeons and resumed investigating more people who were trapped in the town, seeing if he could pick up any more leads.
A lanky pale skinned man walked up to an officer at the station, looking unusually calm for the state of the town. "Excuse me, I think my friend is being held here? I need to speak with him."
The officer cocked an eyebrow. "Who are you, and who is your friend?"
The officer's eyes scanned the man over. His hair looked greasy and hung to his shoulders perfectly straight. He did not look the least bit like a threat- there didn't seem to be a visible muscle anywhere on his body. His eyes were a pale green in color and his clothes looked ratty and haphazardly put on. He was also not very tall, a shade over five feet maybe. What caused the officer to hover a hand over the pistol at his belt however was the number 6 burned into the man's pale flesh at the base of his throat in the front. Kurst had the exact same scar.
"My name's uh... Dwight. My pal's a big guy..." He put his hand way over his head and stood on his tip-toes. "About yey high."
The officer quickly drew his pistol, but just as fast Dwight thrust his own arm up and speared the officer's! The man's fingers were now tipped with pitch black claws nearly six inches long each and only slightly curved. The speed of which he had to grow them out caused the skin to tear around them, so he was also bleeding from the base of each claw. He brought his face uncomfortably close as the officer was forced to drop his weapon. "Just kidding. My name's actually Blight."
The nails on his other hand grew to match the other ones, thickening and then extending out, creating much less blood because they grew slower- but still bleeding a little. His skin started to turn grey at the base of the claws, and the darkness faded in deeper as it spread up his limbs. His toenails transformed into claws too but of a completely different sort. As much as the nails thickened they also narrowed, and they grew out while remaining bunted at the ends, making them terrible for scratching anything. His feet started to stretch out, causing his ankle to rise up out of his shoes. His big toe started to shrink both in size and complexity- the number of bones reduced rendering it a immobile, useless digit. It did not stretch with the rest of his foot, causing it to ride higher on his legs, so it no longer even touched the ground. His other toes however bulked up tremendously, evening themselves out in size and becoming fat and round. The extra skin on the bottom puffed out thicker and turned black even faster than the rest of his skin, and the same happened to the ball of his foot- creating pads. Because his feet changed so drastically in structure, his shoes were basically useless and he slipped his new paws out without even having to undo the laces. The thick pads of skin on the bottom of the paws protected them from harm while walking without footwear. The darkness spread up to his torso now, starting to turn the skin there grey as well, and where it had started at his claws was now turning completely black and sprouting equally dark fur.
His teeth started to narrow and sharpen at the same time, causing his gums to be forcefully shifted around, bleeding as a result. In the gaps created new fangs grew in, at first because of how the change happened his fangs were all horrendously crooked, jutting in several directions. Once it finished they were... mostly straight. Still more grew in at the back though, running out of space on his jaws, forcing both top and bottom jaw to stretch out with sickening high pitched snaps- this also caused his skull to stretch more narrow, but not as drastically. The darkness and fur spread up consuming his limbs and wrapping up around his torso. When the fur from both his legs converged at his butt, his tailbone let out several wet sounding pops and extended into a tail that quickly erupted in fur. In his pants his foreskin thickened as it turned black. It grew a bit longer and much thicker, and then developed a light coating of fur as well. Aroused by the smell of blood and rush of power he had over the human, his changing dick started to fill with his own blood. It fattened up inside the foreskin before extending any, giving the head an almost flat shape- making it almost a cylinder, but when it started to lengthen the urethra grew first, stretching out away from the shaft giving the head a point. As it stretched farther out from the foreskin the pale flesh tone started to redden, and hundreds of extremely small veins became visible on the surface as it stretched, with a few larger veins toward the surface that bulged out a bit. His foreskin had become a sheath.
Blight's face finished stretching out into a long narrow muzzle, much like a wolf but a bit longer and more narrow than a normal wolf. Blood from his teeth changing to fangs matted the fur on his jaw and neck. His ears turned pointed as they stretched upward to the top-sides of his head as his skin was stretched in several directions to accommodate all the changes. Like his face, his ears were longer and more narrow than a normal wolf and stood perfectly erect, straight up. The pupils in his toxic green iris stretched into tall narrow slits. He had transformed into a werewolf! He was not a standard werewolf though- the officer's pistol was loaded with a silver bullet. Even though the gun fell to the ground, the proximity to silver would still affect Blight if he was a normal werewolf. Worse still- the veins in the officer's arms started to throb and fatten up, the blood inside turning black. The swelling spread further into his body from the wound, but Blight did not release his grip, the officer could not break free! Blight just chuckled and drooled a bit from his maw, getting off on watching the man suffer. His breath was the acrid smell of sulfur.
Blood spattered against the window of the nearby tavern as other officers attempted to rush Blight, only to meet a much quicker and sudden end. The tavern owner barred the door and got several patrons to help him shove several barrels up against the door as well to barricade it from the chaos outside. All the patrons moved to the half of the tavern furthest from the windows. The windows were made of textured, colored glass so they were not great for looking at what is happening outside, but they could guess from the screams and blood.
One of the patrons named Juan found himself luckier than the rest when a cute woman clung to him in fear. "Oooh, save meeee."
She was only about five feet even, and slightly pudgy in build. She wore a knee length skirt and simple leather shoes. Her top was long in the sleeves and the collar was wide enough that it hung off one of her shoulders. Her breasts were each the size of her head, and he could tell by the way they wobbled about in her top that she must not be wearing a bra. She had black hair to her mid back that was violently wavy and left rather wild.
"N-now miss, don't you worry a thing, no one is getting through that door. Those barrels are full- there must be damn near eight hundred pounds pushed up against the door, plus the sturdy wood bar across it and the steel lock besides."
He pat her head and she took her head off his chest to look him in the eyes. He failed to realize her iron grey iris were unnatural- or that the number 6 was scarred into the bottom of her throat.
She blushed a bit. "I feel so... flustered. I- I heard when your life is endangered sometimes you'll feel aroused. A need to procreate while you still can or somethin' like that..."
He cocked an eyebrow, glancing at everyone around them, but everyone else was preoccupied staring at the windows in fear. "Y-you mean your horny? Hell of a time for that, ain'tit?"
She sat up a bit straighter, putting her face closer to his but also pressing her tits into his chest. "I know~ such a strange feeling. I haven't had the vapors like this'n ages... I... don't suppose you feel the same...?" Her lips hovered dangerously close to his, he could feel the heat off them.
"I-I-I don't even... know your name."
She brushed her hand up his crotch feeling the bulge inside. "My friends call me Hex."
She gently took his hand in her tiny hands and got up, pulling him along and they slipped into the back area of the tavern and then down into the basement where the huge wine casks were held. Once away from everyone else Juan tossed caution to the wind and pounced his chance to fuck a beautiful stranger. He pulled her skirt down and found she wore nothing below. Her labia puffed up and blushed brightly already, moist in arousal like she had promised. He laid her out on the stone floor and quickly pulled his pants down enough to fuck her, not wasting a moment. Juan did not notice as he fucked her, her gasps of pleasure sounded like breathy 'arfs'. Her nails on both hands and feet started to darken, black bled into them from her fingers out and as it did, they pulled narrower and thickened in turn. They slowly turned to blunted claws and her already pudgy digits started to swell up as they shortened a bit. Her nostrils tightened a bit as the end of her nose started to darken to grey. Hex's tailbone and ears started to grow longer at the same time, causing her to moan more sharply in pleasure from the feeling of her body stretching out at those points. Juan mistook her cries of pleasure as his own expertise at pounding her and thrust faster. Her labia started to turn grey as well now, and got still puffier. Her teeth sharpened but remained mostly the same in structure. As her hands and feet nearly finished their advance into paws, fur started to grow around her claws and then spread up her limbs quickly.
Juan felt a throbbing in his dick, harder than normal and oddly confined to the base. He started to thrust faster into her, which was also unusual for him but for some reason felt so right. As he approached orgasm the throbbing in the base of his dick became incredibly intense but he was too focused on reaching peak to stop and look. The veins felt like they were pounding dangerously tight and the base of his dick actually started to swell up. At first it just looked like a bit of a bump, but then it swelled further and further, forming a bulb at the base of his cock as he finally came into Hex. She literally howled in pleasure and fur erupted out covering her now canine ears and tail, and finished its advance up her arms and legs to her elbows and knees and stopped there. The final growth in her ears made them too large to hold themselves up and they flopped down- the fur on them much longer than anywhere else, causing her ears to blend in with her hair quite well. Her labia inflated even more, causing the shape of her pussy to distort into a more triangular shape as it projected off of her a bit in how pillowy it has become- a glossy black canine vulva. Pulling the lower point of the triangle out though, a long red thorn of a clit emerged and as Juan thrust into her, it shook up and down violently, which only stimulated it more. It bulged thicker and a bit longer and her pussy stretched open a bit at the lowest point, held open by a small knot formed at the base of what was now a small dog penis! The knot was about the size of two marbles- and about as hard as them too. Hex is a hermaphrodite. Juan had been bracing himself with his hands on her tits under her shirt, but as he pulled back in surprise at her appearance he felt several other stiff rubs as his hands retreated! She had three more sets of nipples down her torso under her clothing, all very erect. The end of her nose had also fully turned cool and black, and her lips were glossy black as well.
"Oh Gods, what the hell happened to you?!" He pulled his dick out in surprise.
Hex looked at her front paws and down at herself, feigning ignorance. "Aaah! Did you do this?!"
"No! How the hell would I do something like that?!"
Hex pointed at his bobbing cock, and the stone-hard orb in its base. "You changed to, a little!"
"AH! It must have something to do with that nightmare hound out there! W-what do we do?!"
Hex hummed in thought. "Nothing, I guess. I dun' know a lick of magic. Fixing this is a job fer that arcane hunter." Her eyes glazed over a bit. "Ooh, damn creatures made me look a freak. No one will want me now..."
"N-no, you still look adorable! They will find a way to fix us. You still look great."
"Y-you're just saying that to make me feel better."
"No, I really do think you look cute, even still."
"Then... why did you stop~?"
He looked down a bit confused at his dick and sure enough it was still extremely erect. Well, there wasn't a damn thing they could do to fix this themselves, so he might as well enjoy more sex with Hex. They would have to wait for Lawrence to help them with their magical problem. Hex went onto all four paws to let him pound her in that position now, so he would not see the devilish grin on her face as her pupils narrowed into slits.
Blight reached the basement and slid his long narrow claws into the keyhole to pick the lock, taking embarrassingly little effort to open it. Once inside the walked over to the prison cell Kurst was in. Blight was an especially small man, and Kurst was especially big- compared to Kurst, Blight looked like a toy. Blight leaned on the bars, glaring at his very large friend. Rust started to rapidly spread across the iron bars from where Blight touched them.
"You couldn't have tried just a liiiiittle fucking harder than that, to not get caught?"
Kurst just grunt in reply. They had shackles on his wrists, leading two chains into one that in turn connected to the wall behind him so he could only walk halfway across his already small cell. His hair was very short and bristly, and his eyes a ghostly pale blue, like ice, and his pupils already narrow slits. Blight slipped a bit, sending a cloud of rust into the cell then placing his hands directly on the bars and shoving inward, crumbling them. The rust devoured the iron to the point where the bars just turned to dust. Blight stepped into the cell with his hands on his hips.
Kurst sighed. "Getting bored."
With a swift jerk of his arms, the chains yanked taught and tore several bricks out of the wall they were attached to, freeing himself with virtually no effort. He could have walked out of the dungeon whenever he wanted- he was deliberately waiting for someone else to come get him. He flexed his muscles shattering the shackles off of him and causing his shirt sleeves to burst, and a rip to open his collar further down his chest. Blight chuckled and collected the chain, walking up to Kurst to look up at his face, over the huge pectoral muscles stretching his shirt out.
"Hey, Kurst?"
"Hmmm?" The behemoth bend down to put their faces closer together.
Blight quickly tossed the chain around his throat and yanked it tight. "Don't fucking waste my time."
Blight yanked him further forward, choking his neck with the chain causing the giant to stumble forward. Blight shoved him back and made him fall over onto his back completely. Blight quickly jumped up onto his huge body as it started to change and Kurst growled at him- though his voice is so low it sounded like an earthquake. A tail started to quickly grow out over Kurst's jeans. His foreskin fattened up and completely buried his dick as it started to change into a sheath. Nails on his hands and feet started to turn into blunt canine claws, and his teeth turned to fangs. Blight's dick was still out from enjoying making the humans suffer, and he speared Kurst's jeans with his claws and yanked them off to admire the giant package. As one could expect from such a large man, his dick and balls were considerably bigger than Blight's. Kurst put a transforming foot on Blight's chest to kick him off but he held on. When the semi-paw slid off his blunt claws scratched Blight across his side. Blight squirmed and grinned at the pain, yanking the chain around Kurst's throat even tighter. Kurst's face turned red and the veins in his throat bulged huge trying to feed oxygen to his brain. Blight was quick to shred his own clothing off with his claws, not bothering to take them off conventionally.
Blight slid between his legs and thrust his dick into Kurst who rumbled a moan, and his still changing dick started to emerge from his new sheath. The human head flattening as the shaft bloated thicker and reddened. The tip was stretched to a point by the stiff urethra. Fur started to sprout from his forearms, where his pubes used to be, his shins, and his chest. What had been human body hair reduced in length and thickened in density to turn into fur. His hairline started to advance down his chin, giving him large sideburns. He grit his teeth as his jaw started to creak and pop and grow out, stretching his face as the end of his nose darkened and slowly started to level off with his upper lip. His rib cage started to grow a bit longer, causing his torso to have a more barrel shape as the fur spread rapidly to cover it. Blight started to thrust more aggressively, though in doing so loosened the chain as his concentration shifted a bit. His crotch bumped Kurst's huge black balls and caused them to bounce up and down lightly with each thrust, and the long rigid shaft wobbled violently. A bulge grew in Blight's sheath in surges, getting harder and harder- he felt like he could feel every individual hard vein in it throb with pressure.
With his free hand he grabbed into Kurst's chest fur till the points of his claws touched skin and then with a grin, dug in and yanked downward, ripping four long red streaks down Kurst's body to make him bleed. The cuts started from under the shirt- quickly staining the white material with his blood. Blight flopped down, resting his face against Kurst's belly fur and rubbing the fresh blood on his face, taking deep breaths of the freshly exposed meat. The growing knot in Blight's sheath finally became too big for it to contain and it was forced out by pressure, yanking his shaft even longer and locking it at maximum stiffness. As soon as it was exposed, Blight used the chain to help yank himself forward and slam his knot into Kurst in one thrust, making him release a long rumbling groan in pleasure- the bulge of the knot was too large to be able to miss his prostate! Blight was no longer able to pull back really at all, so he could no longer thrust aggressively, forcing him to make rapid shallow thrusts instead, causing him to pant as his heart beat faster to keep up. He could feel a stiff bulge jamming against his chest- his fur was quite short compared to Kurst so it hid little sensations from him. His rapid heart rate beating against Kurst's groin was causing his knot to swell, jammed against Blight's chest. The slow rhythmic pulses of the knot and the quick hammering of a heart pressed against one another.
Slowly, deep sounding pops of shifting bone or the faint sound of stretching flesh and muscle could be heard from Kurst as his transformation slowed to a stop. Unlike Hex or Blight, Kurst turned into a regular looking black wolf. Except for the fact he is almost as big as a horse- a Dire Wolf. What had been his sideburns turned to large tufts of fur on either side of his head. The claw marks down his torso were already healed, and the fur grew back over the mended flesh. Kurst started to growl again in exertion, arching his back against the stone cell floor and then bucking himself up into Blight- grinding his rigid cock against Blight's chest, popping his massive knot out of his own sheath, locking him at maximum erection as well. Because of how huge Kurst was overall- his dick was as thick as a beer can and his knot was the size of a large apple! Finally Blight hit his peak and came, ramming himself into Kurst as hard as possible- his back paws made sickening grinding sounds against the stone floor as he used them to shove himself forward as hard as he could. He yanked back on the chain as hard as he could too- hard enough to pull Kurst's upper back up off the floor and trap the blood pressure in his head making his face feel bloated and hot, in addition to preventing him from breathing. The chain links ground together tightly and the chain actually shattered in half from the force just as Kurst climaxed and blasted Blight in the face from below. It was a good thing they regenerate quickly. Drops of cum hissed as they touched the floor- it was literally boiling hot, more than hot enough to badly scald any flesh it made contact with.
His orgasm took too much out of Blight, he only reared back from the pain of the scalding cum on his face before falling forward into the bushy fur of Kurst, and then falling through. He sank into the body of the much larger canine, falling forward unable to open his eyes or take a breath now. He was in an ocean of flesh, being massaged from every angle by soft, writhing meat. He could not only feel it caressing him though- he could also feel himself slide through it. He had sensations from both sides, and as he went deeper the confused nerves started to bridge themselves, and the two sensations blurred into one. Kurst groaned loudly and rolled onto all fours as Blight sank into him. It was as if his body were made of a dense putty. He felt his entire form being forced outward by the body sinking deeper in his, but by the time Blight was completely submerged, Kurst's body started to collapse in on his. Blight's form dissolved and manifested again as added strength in Kurst's body. His skin and muscle audibly groaned with strain as his body started to grow even bigger- slowly, as if having a hard time. In spite of being a full canine in form, his upper body and front legs started to bulge and swell with noticeable muscle! His neck swelled thick as he felt the veins in it hammering with pressure. His dick swelled a bit bigger as well as his balls, even as it softened and returned to its sheath. When Blight sank into him- he did not let go of the remnants of the chain however. He folded Kurst's tail into himself as he entered, causing the mass to be re-absorbed and used to add mass elsewhere, while the opening collapsed in on the chain. The chain then turned nightmare black down its length, and when it reached the tip the other bits of broken chain were drawn to it like a magnet, turning black and fusing with it to mend the break. What had formerly been the shackles around his wrists molded back together at the end of the chain as a large spade tip! The chain lashed around behind them as their new tail as Kurst's neck cracked loudly and was jerked to the side; Blight's head re-emerging beside it. He growled as pressure flooded his skull and his head and neck grew in size, till it matched Kurst's own.
Blight shook their body to force their fur to re-sort itself after the change. "No point in dividing and conquering if everyone knows who we are already, so might as well just return to our true form. Come on you big idiot, lets get out of this shit sty."
Kurst just grumbled in reply. He was no fool, and more than strong enough to have killed Blight if he wanted to during all that- but he didn't want to. Kurst enjoyed being knocked around by Blight, and Blight loved to inflict pain and rule over anyone he encountered, so they got along well... even if it didn't look like they got along at all. On their way out though, they seen the officer Blight first encountered, writhing on the floor with his clothes only half on- mostly fallen off. His veins filled with corruption and swelled till they pulled rock hard, and the darkness and stiffness spread. Filling his entire body and then seething out beyond his veins he groaned in pain as his body twisted and shifted violently against his will. He shrank and his bones jerked and popped out of alignment and back into new formations. He pant heavily, his body searing hot as it became encased in spreading fur, but he no longer had the ability to sweat so the heat just kept building and building. He was laying on his side, so his heavy breathing was easy to see. His dick drooled and sputtered cum weakly- he was not having an orgasm, his prostate was just overflowing; new canine sperm forcing out all human, so he could never produce human offspring.
"F-fuuuuck... hooo.... fuaAARK, aAAR- ARK! Oh G...gaard murrk urt strrRRRp, gahrk, wuh... WUFF!" He let out a long pitiful whine as his body finally stopped throbbing and twisting about- leaving him fully transformed into a black dog.
Blight shook his head. "They really let this place go to the dogs." Kurst let out a deep chuckle.
Juan kept fucking Hex in the basement of the tavern- luckily no one went down there. Everyone was too afraid of what was going out in the town to order many drinks. The stone floor was smeared with cum and sweat by now from several rounds, and still they went at it. Hex had fully transformed in their first round- her changes would advance no further than that. Juan however found the knot at the base of his dick swelled even larger as he approached his second orgasm- since his dick was buried in her, he did not notice his urethra projecting out more, stretching his penis into a more pointed shape. When he came, the rock hard form of the knot became more pronounced with its added size, making it more segmented looking. The primary artery that fed his cock blood ran down the back of the dick, creating a soft divot in the top of the knot to let it pass through without pinching it shut. His urethra did the same thing on the bottom of the knot, creating a divot there too- but the bottom one was less noticeable because his urethra itself bulged out in its place. He slowed to a stop after, but his dick was still stiff, and he was fixated on the large bulge. It felt really good to touch, but had not become so big till he had already climaxed. Since he was still hard, and Hex kept tickling his crotch with her tail teasingly, he decided to defy logic and go a third time in a row. He was so focused on the pleasure he did not notice he was growing his own tail slowly, and his nails had all turned to small claws as his teeth sharpened. The knot was very sensitive. Because being outside of the sheath it stretched the shaft to its absolute max; tugging the knot forward or back played on his pleasure nerves almost directly. Every time he bopped her pillowy labia with his knot it sent a small orgasmic surge into him, and his cock spit another gob of lube in reply. As he approached his third orgasm, he heard Hex giggle a bit for some reason. He started to thrust into her harder and faster and ram his knot into her fat labia harder and harder, till finally it slammed all the way through! He managed to cram the entire knot inside of her, and the pleasure immediately fired him over the edge into a third powerful orgasm!
His ears grew pointed and started to shift upward. His skull narrowed a bit as his jaws stretched his face forward more, his voice became more grumbly and animalistic. His tail grew in fully and the fur at the base started to advance up his back. His digits started to devolve on his hands and feet. Panting heavily, he went to pull out, but there was a tug. The knot was so large it was not easily moved. His leg and hip muscles trembled and the strength drained from his muscles in the presence of the tingling pleasure fired into him from her pussy tugging on the back of his knot. Hex wasn't letting him go soft, so his knot never shrank down. As soon as his muscles gave out from the pleasure he fell forward, which pushed his dick back into her, which put pressure on the front of his knot! His hips jerked back in response to the sharp pleasure from the front of his knot, but it caught on her labia again forcing him to involuntarily thrust back in, and out, and in. He was fucking her a fourth time, almost entirely out of involuntary reactions to what he felt! He stopped trying to pull out and just went with it, figuring he just needed to tire his dick out to pull free. Juan was unaware that Hex would not let his dick tire out- the knot wasn't going to soften. In fact, as he approached his fourth orgasm his knot swelled even BIGGER- ensuring he could never pull free, even if his free will suddenly got a second wind. He could not thrust into her fully since he was locked into her vulva, forcing him to thrust rapidly. Quick, wet slapping sounds echoed in the stone walled basement with her breathy 'ruff's of pleasure. Juan came again and again, seemingly more frantic and exasperated with each go, and more and more bestial he became. Whenever he tried to stop, or even just to rest the pleasure caused his body to take over on its own, so he could not stop fucking her dog pussy. And every hump rubbed a bit more of his humanity off on her vaginal walls.
Hex looked back as she heard everyone upstairs screaming, several windows breaking as people tried to escape as Kurst and Blight walked through the front doors- which were wooden. Their body gave off so much heat, just touching wood ignited it. And since the barricade barrels were full of alcohol- they blew half the ground floor up just getting inside. Everyone jumped out of the building real fast, the only one to stop and try to actually attack the hellhound was the bar keeper himself- and Kurst quickly ended him, spearing him through the chest with their spade tipped chain tail. Hex reluctantly put a back paw on Juan's shoulder, kicking him back while yanking herself forward to forcefully rip him out of her. It hurt his dick a bit and filled her with a sharp throbbing pain in the groin, but Hex was a glutton for punishment anyway. She just wished she had finished him off- Juan was still a bit human in the face and torso, he had one or two more orgasms to go before there was nothing left. Hex finally ditched her human clothes she was only half wearing at that point anyway and was going to slip out of the tavern. Unfortunately the celler doors were closed with a padlock she could not open. She groaned as she turned to see Kurst and Blight approaching, having come down the stairs for her. Their eyes were as brightly lit in the dark basement as they were upstairs, having a dim glow.
They ignored Juan, eyes immediately locking with Hex. "And where do you think you're going you little twat?"
Hex groaned. "C'mon, we barely ever seperaaaaate." She puffed her cheeks out in an exaggerated pout. "I wanna get my brains fucked out. I'm bored o' being the one on top..."
Hex moped as she slowly walked toward her other halves, but then grinned just as she reached them and bolted past! She was making a run for the stairs! The hellhound spun around and swept her legs out from under her using its long chain tail, then bit her tail and yanked her backward, sliding across the floor as they stepped over top of her. Hex tried to get up but either head bit a shoulder lightly to hold her in place as their massive dong emerged from the fat sheath again. They rammed the red rocket into her- her cry half in surprise and half in relief of being filled. They thrust aggressively, causing her to let out a huff with each thrust as it winded her slightly. Her own tiny dick flicked back and forth violently with each thrust as well, painting stripes under her on the floor with her salty lube- hot enough to steam. Kurst and Blight's dick was almost as big as Juan's knot had been, stretching her full easily. As they approached climax though they bowed their front legs, forcing Hex to do the same under their weight, putting her hips at an upward angle. She tried to squirm away knowing what was coming, but their fangs dug in harder, drawing a bit of a blood from both her shoulders. The hellhound shuffled their feet forward raising her butt as straight up and down as possible to brace it hard as they slammed their gargantuan knot down on her, crushing her labia against her torso. She whined and whimpered like a wounded mutt as they ground against her unrelentingly, finally stretching her wider as the knot started to jam itself in. She started to bleed a bit- the knot so giant that it was tearing her vaginal walls. Once it hit the halfway point, because of its rounded shape the rest burst into her in a fraction of a second, filling her well beyond maximum capacity. The end of the dick was wedge so far into her it felt like he was scratching the roof of her womb with it. Her legs started to go numb- her pussy so full that the nerves and blood flow was cut off to her lower body. He stopped mostly once they were in, letting their pleasure fade a bit. He thrust back and forth a few times, seconds apart to tease her. Each time he thrust in Hex seen stars as the giant dick in her was pressed in so hard that thrusting in actually shoved her blood pressure around- momentarily rushing her head when thrusting inward. When he pulled back, it felt like he was about to yank her organs out with him.
Kurst grunt. "Time to come home." Kurst sneared. "And stop fucking around with squishy mortals."
They folded their legs under them, slamming down on Hex. Rather than squash her against the floor it was like someone smushing two chunks of putty together. The hellhound groaned as their ribs popped a bit, their torso getting even wider as the mass of another body was added to them. Bone spurs grew off each vertebrae, lancing their back as a long line of tiny spikes. Its front claws became sharp, thickening a bit more and growing even longer- they flexed their paws and raked lines through the stone floor. Their upper body and front legs got even more muscular, making the front half of their body a good bit larger than the rear. Even as their balls swelled larger and heavier, a powerful inward pressure exploded behind them and a bubble of soft smooth skin appeared. The bubble turned into a tiny doughnut, then a plush ring, then finally developed into a pillowy triangle as a canine vagina formed on the beast. The skin on the back of the scrotum trailed into the labia- as both were made of the same soft black skin. It arched its back from the feeling as pleasure tingled down their entire torso. Skin bunched up and pushed out, stiffening into eight nubby black nipples down their underside. Hex's head emerged on the left of Kurst, but she growled and groaned long and slow as the bones in her skull cracked and shifted. The veins in her neck bulged as her throat throbbed bigger and longer. Her face stretched out as fur advanced up her neck and over her head. Their hair started to change forms as well, becoming shorter and more dense to turn into fur- except Kurst whose hair was so short to begin with there was never really a difference in the first place. Blight's shoulder length hair became long bristly hair that stood up off the top of his head and neck a ways, making him look a bit bigger than he actually is. Hex's even longer hair became a bushy wild mane around her neck, especially off the underside- long licks of fur jutting every which way. Her demi-human head finally finished turning full feral and matching the size of the others. Blight was the savage right head, Kurst was the calm and quiet center head, and Hex is the lusty and playful left head. They are a cerberus- a three headed hellhound. The scar tissue at the base of their throats did not grow fur over it- burned into their flesh their numbers all lined up- 666.
They all groaned as their dick grew more, finally being restored to its proper glory. Even though they clearly already had a full erection, it felt exactly like getting another erection. A slow gentle pressure that brushed their pleasure nerves like a feather. The pleasure started to grow in intensity quickly however- the skin audibly stretched tight yanking on the nerves. The larger veins were squeezed tighter but bloated larger in defiance, looking deep purple against the gentle red of the shaft. As the larger veins spread they almost looked like worms snaking around under the skin, branching further. Their knot swelled larger and harder and larger again. The shaft bloated tremendously in the middle and spread over all of it- equaling the knot in girth at the middle! It started to swell more and more, becoming impossibly tight and starting to look like a gigantic football in shape. Pre started to fire from the head in short, repeated bursts with each powerful throb as the shaft groaned like twisting leather, trying to stretch even larger but unable to find any room left. The three of them trembled and their legs bowed as the pleasure took their strength away, they growled and whined at the agonizing pleasure. Their whimpers became sharper as they threw their heads back and their dick vibrated with internal pressure! It was too much, too fucking big! It couldn't possible take any more, they hit their limit, they were going to explode! In a loud wet sucking sound their shaft burst apart- yanking into three parts! It split all the way into the sheath, immediately yanking the poor overtaxed sheath as tight and wide as it could possibly allow as their one mutant cock divided into THREE huge canine dicks! Their huge wide knots jammed against one another fighting for space, forcing the two side cocks at an angle, almost forming a vague triangle between the knots. This also meant two of the shafts were sideways to allow them to fit. Their own rigid cocks rubbed against one another, pulsing hard with fat rope like purple veins. The explosion of their fused cock also fired them over the edge, and all three phallus burst with long rope like streams of thick cum that hissed loudly as it splattered on the floor, sending up a cloud of steam from the heat! Each pulse of cum lasted a full second with only a half second break between. The overall orgasm lasted a bit over half a minute before their giant wrecking balls were finally spent.
Juan seen Hex found a better mate and wandered out of the tavern- too horny and desperate to burry his bone to even feel rejected. He luckily found a large black dog quickly- Lesley. The original dog they had found at the investigation scene IS the missing woman. She summoned Hex, Kurst, and Blight, thinking she could control the demon and employ it for some kinky otherworldly sex. Their contract allowed her to survive the sex which otherwise would absolutely have been fatal. Not only would their cocks rip her torso apart- their cum would have given her second degree burns if it wasn't for the magical contract. She rode them while they were on their back, so she had one dick in her butt and two wedged impossibly tight into her pussy. The pact prevented them from harming her in any way- it did not prevent them from transforming her however. All their thrashing about during sex also scattered the salt circle so once they were done- there was no longer anything containing the demon from wandering off and doing whatever it wanted. Once she had a taste of their scalding spunk she became addicted, and like Juan after her- she couldn't help going back for more and more, dooming herself to be increasingly more canine as well. She ran over to Juan as soon as he approached, sniffing his dick bobbing out in the open and then quickly scooted around to present her rump! Juan did not need to be asked twice- he mounted her immediately and started to stuff that knot in. As he started to approach yet another orgasm his body gave off small cracks as his remaining human features started to fade into more dog. He seen another large black dog approaching from the police station- what used to be an officer. The three black dogs all looked at one another, and their pupils started to stretch into narrow slits, and they felt oddly compelled to join together. |
For her The warlock sighed. The knight was droning on about honor or some such nonsense. Why did they always need to give a speech before a fight? No matter, he mused, it wasn’t going to be much of a fight anyway. A few gestures, a magic phrase, and it was all over. The slender knight lay in a fetal position screaming in agony as his fingers refused to grip his sword. The warlock watched in mild disinterest as fingers crunched into hooves, teeth jutted out to frame a snout, and a tail slid out from beneath the heavy cuirass. The sound of metal straining, of leather snapping as the knight’s body wracked with contortions. It was over in a few moments, and he left the remnants of the knight to his skeletal guards as he walked up his tower.
He stopped midway up as he heard the high-pitched squeal that was suddenly silenced. A slow smile spread across his face, before he resumed his climb to a small dark room.
“It seems your father isn’t ready to give up on you princess. Another knight has come calling.” His voice was almost jovial, but in the darkness, he could hear the gasp and sob. “Come now, you know the rules, his failure is your punishment.”
A soft voice sobbed from the dark corner, “Please, no!” But it was too late. The magic started to take hold and the sob turned into a scream.
*** *** ***
“Majesty, another message from that accursed warlock.” The page was out of breath, but managed a dignified and proper bow to the king, who took the scroll as if it contained a vile beast inside it.
For all Mina knew it might. She watched from behind the curtain as the king broke the seal and unrolled the heavy vellum. His face grew dark, she could see his mouth tense as his jaw clenched in rage. But none of that carried in his voice, which came across even and measured, as always and befitting someone born of his rank.
“Sir Lund has failed us. We need another champion to save the princess Rose.”
“Yes, m’lord,” came the echoed response from the page.
Mina shuddered and turned away, small tears streaming down her face as she fretted. The poor princess, still trapped by that horrible demon of a man. She quickly wiped the tears from her eyes and darted back away from the concealing curtain lest the king find her eavesdropping. Hiking up her skirt she dashed to the center of the keep where the royal suites were, and made a fuss about tidying up the princess’ room. Not that it was necessary. Six months had given her ample time to clean the room a hundred times over. Nothing was out of place. But no one seemed to care. Mina was forgotten. The personal maid of the princess she wasn’t given a second thoughts, save by the castle cook who at least remembered to provide meals for her still, and the kindness of one stable boy who she suspected had a crush on her.
Setting herself in her small cubby of a room adjacent to the princess she sat in thought for a while. There must be some way she could help the princess. Four knights had gone forth to challenge the warlock, and each time a gilded message had been returned in their stead. She had to do something, but what?
Hours later she slipped into the dark halls, lit by only a single taper. The small light guided her as she made her way back to the throne room. There she found the message still sitting by the throne.
Mina was very proud that she’d learned to read, though she struggled a bit with the words, sounding them out carefully as she read the thick scrawl that covered the page in red ink.
To his most excellent and royal majesty King Jessup,
I wish to thank you for the sumptuous gift to my table. How did you know I had been craving fresh wild boar? Or maybe that is boor? I do say, that last knight of yours did like to talk. No matter, the issue is settled. I do hope you aren’t planning to send me another such nescience, it does get tedious after a while. May I remind you that your daughter is in my keeping, and with each such failed attempt I shall take another part of her humanity. I dare say you will not recognize her soon.
The message was unsigned.
Mina shivered, wondering what the warlock meant by his words. She bit her lip as she fretted over the princess. Putting the letter carefully back she slipped away unseen from the throne room and made for the quiet halls to the chamber of Sir Lund.
*** *** ***
Sir Ignatius left the next morning. Astride his dappled charger, his armor gleaming, he looked quite the sight. Mina sighed as she looked down from one of the tower windows as the cheering throngs. There were fewer now, and the cheers less joyous. The palpable sense of failure was already permeating the crowd.
Still, the king made his speech, and the knight responded with oaths and pledges of loyalty and duty. Even as he mounted up, and followed by his squire and a spare horse, he rode forth.
Mina tried not to cry. She was certain she’d never see Sir Ignatius again. Too bad, he was a good sort. Very kind and noble, a knight among knights you might say. But now, she was formulating her own plan. Returning to the princess’ room she checked the stash behind the dressing curtain. As expected, no one had touched it. It’d taken her all night to carry the pieces of Sir Lund’s spare armor to the room. She was thankful he was a slight man, wiry and very spry. Not the hulking size of someone like Sir Ignatius.
In the corner was the spare sword of Sir Bennaru. He had favored smaller lighter swords than most of his fellow knights, and Mina had taken the sword over the two-handed thing that Sir Lund had favored. Even so, Sir Bennaru’s sword was as heavy as she could lift and swing. She’d taken a few practice chops with it at the training post, but she knew she’d never pass as a swordsman. Not that she hoped to test her mettle.
She hoped she remembered how it all went together. She’d watched many tournaments with the knights and seen them buckling on the armor.
Pulling the curtain closed she settled in to wait. Her mind was made up.
*** *** ***
Mina cursed as she tried to wiggle into the gambeson. The padding fit awkwardly, and make it hard to buckle on the various plates of the armor. She had to forgo the heavy chain; it was just too much, as were some of the other heavy plates. The floor was strewn with several parts of the armor, her upper arms and legs left only with the gambeson. But the important parts, were on. The straps pulled tight to hold them onto her slight frame.
Looking at herself in the mirror, a rare prized possession of the princess, she saw her dark eyes full of determination, while her hair flowed over the shined metal of the armor. She felt she looked a bit foolish not being able to wear the full suit because of her slight frame. Still, she did look more like a man now, and that was the point. All that was left was the helmet to complete her disguise.
She pulled her hair up in a bun, but still found the helm too loose. She stuffed it with a couple pieces of rags and fitted it as snuggly as she could. She dropped the visor, which made seeing hard, but at least now she wouldn’t be seen as a maid, but as a knight errant, a warrior. Sword buckled to her side and a shield bare of device. She sighed, steeling herself, and started toward the door.
Making her way through the castle she could hear the armor occasionally clank, but without all the extra plating it was a lot quieter than she could have hoped. She smiled. Maybe this might work after all. She stole from the royal suites past the guard she knew would be sleeping from the extra wine she’d poured him this evening at dinner, and out into the stable.
The stable was quiet save the stable boy who stood ready with her horse, Marzipan, saddled and packed with food and drink. Her beloved horse was the one great luxury that her position as the princess’ personal maid afforded her. She was thankful she knew how to ride, though sitting astride like a man was a new sensation. Making her way out the postern gate proved to be easier than she expected. The guards simply saluted the knight and away she went into the darkness on some mission unknown to them. Maybe they’d report her to the king in the morning, this strange knight leaving late at night, but the king was known to send his knights off on missions at a whim. Her departure raised no alarms.
*** *** ***
By morning she was miles from the castle, and the small town that lay beneath its imposing walls. She was sore. Her legs were unused to the chaffing from the horse’s flanks, and the armor was heavy and rubbed in awkward spots. But she dared not stop too close to the castle.
She had ridden north, to the wilds of the king’s forest, a dark and foreboding place, and the place where she had heard rumor that the warlock lived. She made camp in the shelter of an old oak tree out of sight of the road, hoping to rest long enough to get her bearings and figure out a proper plan.
She took the time to take off the armor, knowing that sleeping in it would be a bad idea. Underneath she wore little more than a page’s tunic and leggings, borrowed without permission. She was unused to the strange feel of the leggings, and she missed the feeling of her skirts. But she was out in the wild now, and there was no point in worrying about girlish modesty while pretending to be a knight.
Thankfully it was a quiet day. She neither saw nor heard traffic upon the road the whole day, and the night she found herself curled up against her Marzipan for warmth despite the summer heat. But other than feeling more rested, she had made little progress in deciding how to find the warlock.
*** *** ***
The next morning found Mina strapped back into her stolen armor and astride her horse once more. She cautiously made her way up the old north road. It’s silence only broken by the clop of her Marzipan’s hooves, and the creak of her armor.
Twitching in her seat she wondered about the stories of goblins and bandits, or things far darker that roamed these spaces. But onward she pressed into the gloom of the evening.
Her watchfulness wore on her, and her riding was weary work. Despite stops to let Marzipan rest and refresh at a stream at midday, she was struggling to keep herself from jumping at shadows in the gloom. On at least two occasions she felt she was being watched. Once she even challenged a deep shadow that stood across the road. But nothing.
She couldn’t shake the feeling, even as she bedded down. Sleep came, but it was fitful and full of dark dreams of the princess being tortured.
*** *** *** The third day found her waiting out a storm under a tree, and the fourth day found her pace slowed by the muddy roads that the storm left. But she pushed gamely onward even as the forest became deeper and darker. In the distance she could now see something rising from the forest, dark and foreboding. Like a finger jabbing at the sky made of some dark stone.
“Surely that must be the place,” she said. Marzipan only nickered and continued to plod onward.
The gloom that night was the deepest she’d ever felt, and she dared risk no fires here. She stared out into the night, jumping at every sound, but nothing came of it. By morning she was exhausted from her nightly vigil.
The morning pace was slower, and her wariness caught the soft clopping of hooves in the distance. She reigned Marzipan, listening to the steady slow clop of another set of hooves. Ahead she saw the shape approaching. A riderless horse. Head down, but still wearing bit and bridle, it moved slowly towards her.
Mina sat still, watching, wondering. But she recognized this horse. It was the roan that the squire of Sir Ignatius had ridden. What was it doing out here alone? Where was the valiant knight and his faithful squire? Fear sent shivers down her spine, and horrible notions through her head about the end of such goodly men. She debated stopping the horse, but it carried no supplies and seemed witless. She had no desire to force it to travel with her.
“The gods give you speed my friend, and may you find safety.” She whispered to the horse as it passed. Its ears flicked, but no other sign did it give that it even saw them. Slowly it faded into the distance behind them as they moved onward toward that dark finger of malignant evil.
“At least we know we’re going the right way,” she tried to sound upbeat, but the words felt flat and the oppressive gloom swallowed them.
*** *** ***
Something clanked. Mina had just dismounted for the evening; the shadows were lengthening. For a moment she stopped and listened. Nothing. “Must have been my imagination,” she started, but it came again. The rattle and clank. Still in her armor she drew the sword from its sheath. Despite her shaky arm and inexperience its weight reassured her. For several moments she stood watching the darkness as it gathered about her.
Nothing moved, no birds sang in the twilight. No sound. She looked into the darkness, hoping to see what had made the noise. But nothing showed, save perhaps a dim light, light a will’o’wisp. Pale and greenish blue, flickering in the gloom. She stared at it a moment before realizing there wasn’t just one. A second hovered near it, partially obscured by a branch. And it dawned on her. They weren’t wisps. They were eyes. Soon she saw another pair, gleaming in the dim light, followed by a third. Her knees shook as she raised her sword.
Clank. Clank. Clank.
The lights advanced.
Slow and steady, each foot of ground measured with the grinding sound, like a stick hitting a piece of rusted metal. She could here her horse snort in agitation and fear.
And at once they came out into the clearing, visible to her. Rotting faces, devoid save for the fell light in their eyes. Boney hands clasping aging spears, while pieces of rotting armor hung from desiccated torsos.
Clank. Clank. Clank.
Mina screamed. Now only scant yards separated them from her. She clambered on her horse. Her mount needed no urging, it turned and bolted away from the fetid creatures. They flew down the road.
Ahead the road split, a fork that swung left and right. She checked Marzipan into a slow walk. Far behind her the ominous sounds of the dead were hidden in the night. No sign of them could be seen. To the right the road forked away from the tower, and the horse bobbed his head and started to head down this wider path. But to the left, she saw her goal.
“I can’t fail her,” Mina muttered, and she checked Marzipan’s impulse and pulled his head in line with the left path. The horse, unwilling to go into such dark territory, balked a moment before letting her mistress overrule her better horse sense. It was away from those creatures, that was good enough.
The path was almost invisible in the dark. The moon’s wan light barely leeching through the trees that grew over this path. Several times Marzipan stumbled over unseen rocks and holes, and she was afraid he was going to come up lame, so she dismounted and walked ahead.
Eventually the road came to an end at something she had not expected. A dark opening in the ground, sliding down under a hillside. High above she could see the moon, and in the darkness a darker spot blotting out stars. She must be near now, perhaps this cavern would lead under the tower.
Marzipan balked. No amount of coaxing could make her come under that dark roof of rock. So, she left him there, trusting he would be safe. But she did not tie him, least the dead found him. Mina couldn’t bear to think of her precious horse being slain by those things. She’d rather lose him. So it was that alone she crept into the darkness.
*** *** *** The cavern was dark, and she had no light. But she could feel a soft draft of air and she followed it. The floor was smooth, like it was well worn, and no echoes of bats or other creatures stirred. After a time, she noticed a light, dim and flickering, but warm like firelight. Slowly it grew brighter, enough that she could see she was in a worked tunnel now, and ahead the faint flow had become two points of golden red light cast off from lanterns mounted beside a large door.
This must be the base of the tower, she thought, as she climbed a small set of wide carved steps. The door was twice the normal size, and sigils and evil marks surrounded the portal. But none moved. No flash of magic, even as she reached out and grasped the ring.
The door opened with ease, silently swinging on well-oiled hinges. A great chamber lay beyond, high ceilinged and lit by many flickering lanterns.
Mina swallowed hard and stepped through, carefully closing the door behind her. She stepped into the light warily. She saw nothing save a dais, upon which was a dark throne that sat empty.
Each step she took echoed loudly now. Her armored boots giving away her movements. She cursed them even as she made her way to the base of the dais. She looked up and still saw nothing.
A malicious sounding laugh echoed around her. Booming in her ears.
“Very good, Sir Knight, you have found my abode. Has King Jessup sent another so soon? I was still cleaning up the last one.” The laughter echoed again.
Mina said nothing but looked franticly for the sound of the voice.
“Oh, how very rude of me, you would like to see your better. I will oblige.” Another laugh and a flash of light. A slender man, neither young nor old, beardless with thick curls of dark hair sat lounging atop the throne. His robes were of saffron and midnight, embroidered with stars and symbols she couldn’t quite understand. They seemed to shift and move about him.
Mina stared at the man. He seemed both powerful and yet, underwhelming. Her sword sat loose in her scabbard, her fingers unconsciously gripping the hilt.
“So, sir knight, I see a shield but no device. Are you as devoid of tongue as you are heraldry?” The mockery in his tone was clear.
Mina looked at him through her visored helm and slowly drew the sword. It made a metallic hiss as it left the scabbard. He only laughed again.
“Really now, you think that thing will bother me? You can’t climb the steps faster than I can crush you in that piecemeal suit of ill-fitting armor. I do say, you most certainly are not of the standard I am used to from good old Jessup. Are you here on your own? Maybe hoping for a reward from the king? It won’t matter you know. It’s probably too late.” Mina stared at him. Silence.
“I will say you are a breath of fresh air though, normally I can’t get my visitors to shut up. You’ve not said a word here about chivalry or duty. It’s all very nice, but you do know I am going to have to do away with you.”
CLANK.
Mina spun. The entrance to the hall had swung open. There, standing were the three desiccated monsters that she had fled from. In the light she knew them now. They were three of the knights who had sought the princess. The tabard of Sir Ignatius was still visible on his rotting body, while another was clearly Sir Bennaru. The third, she thought might be Sir Mikhal. She wanted to scream. Each brave knight now little but shambling monsters.
“I see you know these fellows. A pity they felt the need to come here. They shall now be my servants forever. Perhaps you’d like to join them?” His eye glittered as she looked back up at him.
The three fetid skeletal warriors made no move to advance. Each standing with spear or sword in hand, blocking her exit. She wondered how long the warlock would toy with her. He was clearly having fun. She wondered what had become of Sir Lund, Sir Horatio, and the squires. Most of all she wondered about the fate of the princess. Still, she said nothing, her mind raced as she tried to figure out a plan.
The wizard abruptly stood up. “Well, I am tired of the charade. Perhaps I show you what you’ve come to find, a bit of a teaser before I decide what to do with you.” He snapped his fingers and from behind the throne a head popped into view. Rich golden curls cascaded down around a delicate face which was half hidden behind a soft veil of white. The face saw Mina, or the more the knight Mina was pretending to be, and blanched visibly. Even at this distance Mina could see the princess shaking in fear. As quickly as she appeared the head slipped from view again.
‘You see, she’s with me still, but king will not know her much longer. But it won’t matter for you. It is time to make you into something more useful than some stooge for the king.”
Power crackled audibly at the tips of the dark sorcerer’s fingers as he flexed his magical might. The first traces of his power reaching out to engulf Mina in their embrace.
“Long ago, I heard tell of a legendary creature, half man, half bull that lived in a dark dungeon and guarded the treasurers of a great king. I think I fancy having one of those things for myself. How do you feel about it?”
The magic surged, and Mina screamed. The power arced through her, twisting and contorting her body. She sagged at the first blows as her feet began to clench within her boots. The second blow of the magic sent her reeling to the floor as her knees shot unnaturally backwards. Blow after blow of the magic, one causing her hips to swell outward, straining the straps of her armor. Another found her gasping for air as her chest began to constrict within the heavy metal breastplate as her own breasts surged outward. Her body thickened, slowly gaining mass. No longer the simple slender maid, her body began to take on a more bestial shape as it forced strap after strap to give, and she could feel the gambeson begin to stretch and tear.
Buckles had started to pop as she felt a new sensation, this above her groin. Swelling and pressing outward into the course thick layers of the stitched linen garment. She felt first one, then another pop as new flesh sprang forth on the bugling mass. At last, the fabric gave way, letting the mass surge outward onto her thighs. The tearing of the fabric released the long ropelike tail behind her, and is swished in time with her trembling body.
But her mind was slowly being pulled elsewhere. Her widening hips began to shake, her minds being consumed by new urges as she bucked at the sensation of her groin becoming hot with need. She could almost feel the surge in her womanhood as it tried to keep up with her changing form. Hot, needy, demanding. The urges of her new form.
Inside her helmet she her face was flushed, she felt her ears twitch as they brushed the sides of the helmet, and a sudden piercing sensation in each temple. Her mind was fuzzy, lost in lustful thoughts of sex and violence, but she swam against this raging tide to remember to yank off the offending helmet before her horns reached outward and forever trapped her within the metal confine.
The helmet barely slid free, iron squealing in protest as the burgeoning horns scraped the inside. She managed to toss the thing to the ground just as her horns blossomed to sharp points.
The warlock, until now mostly unconcerned with the charge finally took note of the clang as the helmet hit the floor as he stared at the beast he was creating. A moment, enough that Mina felt the magical pressure ease, the changes slow. She could see him now, only feet from her, but her hand could not reach for the dropped sword that lay nearby. His face was full of surprise for a fleeting moment, but soon turned to a wicked and dark smile.
“A maid? Pretending to be a knight? Oh, how interesting!” His fingers reached down and grabbed her chin. “Why you have such a pretty face, let’s not mar that, not yet anyway. Besides, I want to see what the princess thinks when she sees you. I have a feeling she is going to know who you are, and I am very curious.”
Mina tried to shake off his hand but she felt utterly trapped. A word from him and the magic returned, tightening its grip around her with renewed pressure. The bugling growth of her body snapped strap after strap, and buckles cracked as they gave way to the growth. The heavy plates falling to the floor with clangs, the gambeson little more than a shredded mess barely concealing her nakedness. Her large breasts flopped free, the thick nipples almost grazing the floor. She could feel the equally heavy sensation on her thighs and knew that if she could see she’d find the udder of a cow, complete with long thick teats that she could feel two of brushing the cold stone floor. Behind her the cool air ran across her prominent mound, now aching. Small drips ran down her massive thighs and on to the furry hocks that pulled free of the uncomfortable armored boots. At last, the magic seemed to fade, leaving Mina panting, her body drenched in sweat.
The warlock still stood above her, but he looked smaller somehow. Still, she knew he was the master here, and her body still refused to obey her commands.
He paced around her. “Ah, but you do look interesting. Very fetching in a carnal way.” He reached out to stroke her and was rewarded with a shiver. Whether that shiver was revulsion or desire, Mina couldn’t really tell. He continued his circuit, remarking here and there on her pleasing shape and contours, and how her growth had enhanced many of her womanly charms. Mina barely registered it as her body surged with more feelings, and her mind grappled with the vestiges of the magic that seemed to still be holding her in his power.
Finally satisfied, and seemingly quite pleased with his handiwork the wizard snapped his fingers. “Princess, come down. I want you to see your new friend.”
Mina struggled to look up as the princess’ head, still veiled poked back out from behind the empty throne.
Slowly she slid out from behind, covered in a gossamer dress of white that swept behind her in a long train. Mina’s mind turned. Trying to understand what looked so wrong with her sweet princess. Slowly she watched her mistress descend the stairs, in a smooth almost undulating fashion, not a footfall to be heard. Everything seemed off, but in her fogged mind Mina could not understand why.
At last, she saw the princess, barely shoulder height to the Warlock, her diaphanous gown stretching out behind her.
The princess looked on her with shock and horror. At first, she’d paid the knight no attention. She had long since given up on being rescued, and even now she wasn’t sure that she wanted to be after the horrors visited upon her. But here she beheld her closest friend and confidant, her Mina, rippling under the magic of her captor. The exaggerated curves of the bovine woman, hinting as much to sex as to power, all capped by Mina’s gentle dark hair and expressive face. The princess started to sob.
The warlock clapped and laughed. “Oh good, you do know her! Do tell! Do tell! Is she someone dear to you? Someone you know well?”
The princess sobbed again, her voice cracking, “She is my maid.”
“A maid? You mean some body servant wench you ordered about? And yet she came for you? Why princess, I’m surprised you had a friend in the world. But now you shall be together again! Forever in my service.”
Both Mina and the princess choked back sobs or horror as he said that. Bending down the warlock looked back into the eyes of Mina who still knelt on the ground. “Well, little maid, would you like to see your princess now? To see what each of your predecessors, her would be rescuers, have cost her?” His tone was mocking, his grin sadistic.
Mina could see the horrified look in the princess’ eyes. She was afraid of what Mina would see. But the choice was not hers, for with a wave of his hand the Warlock made the gown and veil vanish, leaving her princess in all her naked glory. It was a sight Mina was not prepared for.
She wasn’t sure where to start. The princess’ face was now marred by a short piglike snout, two tusks jutting up from her lower jaw. Her shoulders were rounded now, without no sign of the arms or dainty hands that she once possessed. Yet her chest stood out proud and full, with four large breasts with nipples that were quickly hardening in the chill air. At her hips, her legs were gone, but in their place her womanhood had grown, to enormous proportions, and stretched out behind her as if she were riding a giant snail or slug. Mina could see the cleft between the lips and the faint wafting scene of sex.
“How do you like my work?” He chortled. “With each knight who came I sought to take a bit more of her humanity from her. Do you think I succeeded?” He didn’t bother waiting for an answer. He seemed to take great pleasure in detailing his handiwork. “Ah let’s see. The first, the first, that was Sir Horatio, wasn’t it? Yes, and I took from her limbs.” He rubbed the smooth shoulder of the princess at this, the smooth curve of the hip as it disappeared into the fleshy mound of her sex. “Then there was that oaf, Sir Bennaru, and for his impudence I felt she deserved to be twice the boob he was.” His hand groped her breasts absently. “Ah then there was that fool Sir Mikhal, and for his travesty I took her greatest worth to her father, for she will never have child now.” He threw his head back and cackled madly.
Mina’s dark eyes watched him. Her body’s urges shifting from lust to hate. Her tail lashed.
The warlock swept his blue and saffron colored arm about the princess again, ignoring the beast that was Mina. “Ah let’s see, let’s see, then there was Sir Lund? That swine. I felt a bit of swine for the princess would enhance her looks.” He reached out a poked the small snout. The princess blanched. Clearly it was very sensitive. “Last of all was the overstuffed, Sir Ignatius. And for his transgression I gave her an entirely new use for her sex. I wonder now what I shall do for your transgression. Maybe she’d like an udder of her own, hmm?” He cackled once more as he turned his back to Mina, his hand tracing up the thick fold of the princess’s sex.
Rage filled Mina. With a bellow and a burst of strength she didn’t know she had she threw off the magical hold that constrained her. Her thick muscles pumping, she charged forward, her head down. Feeling the satisfying smack and crunch as she connected with him.
The warlock’s smile vanishing from his face as the sharp point of Mina’s horn slid between his ribs, poking outward from his chest. And then there was the scream.
Mina, now fully freed of the magic felt the surging of power in her new body. With this body she could defend her princess. She shook her head, tossing the impaled magician side to side, and finally threw him off. Then she reached down and picked up the sword. Once heavy in her hand she carried it now with vicious intent, light as a feather and sharp. She rained blows down upon him, as much with the flat as with the blade until he at lay still, dark blood coloring the soft saffron arcane symbols of his robe.
Slamming home, the blade once more through his dark heart, she stood in triumph. The princess would be no one’s slave.
For a long moment there was silence, then a loud clank, followed by another and another. Mina had forgotten the skeletal knights in her rage. But when she looked, she saw them falling apart. Their bodies unable to hold together without the magic of the warlock.
Mina struggled fully to her feet, sensing the new balance of her form. She was taller now, as tall as Sir Ignatius. She towered over the princess who looked frightened and lost as she looked up at her friend.
“Mina” came the soft choked word. “Mina, please come back to me.”
“My lady, I have never left you.” Mina’s voice, was still the same dulcet tones, and in that moment her arms swept about the shaking sobbing figure of the princess.
*** *** ***
It was a long time before the two released each other, exhaustion and relief lulling both into an exhausted slumber.
The morning found them still with mina’s arms wrapped around the princess, her arms still even slightly damp from the tears of the night before. “Princess,” she began, hoping to wake the princess gently.
The princess spoke as if she’d never been truly asleep. “No more of that. Please. I am no more a princess than you now. I want to be just Rose now.”
“Rose,” Mina repeated dutifully, the first time she’d used the name in years for fear of being seen as improper despite all the things they shared in secret. “We need to figure out what to do.”
“Do?” Rose intoned.
“We can’t stay here, or another knight will be sent soon enough, and in my present shape, and yours we are unlikely to be seen as anything but monsters.” Mina had begun to cast about looking at the other doors.
The princess nodded. Mina always was the sensible one. “The warlock had supplies around. He certainly didn’t conjure everything from thin air.”
Mina nodded and set about looking around the place. The whole building wasn’t much despite the height of the tower. A few storage rooms, which she riffled through and found a set of carpenter’s tools, several still sealed barrels of wine, and couple crates of still relatively good food stuffs. She turned her nose up at the mutton hanging from hooks. Her new body seemed to rebel at the through of eating meat, and she remembered the letter she had read and she feared she might be eating the remains of some poor soul like Sir Lund.
The higher rooms held a variety of things. Some of these like books Mina ignored, knowing she’d never master the magic necessary to undo the changes to her body. Still, she wasn’t entirely sad about the changes. Her muscles now allowed her to pick up all but the heaviest objects. She did find the udder and breasts awkward, often getting her nipples pinched when she bent to collect items, and the hooves did take some getting used to. But overall, she was getting comfortable enough to move swiftly through the tower, even up and down the stairs. Other things, like bed stuffs, and even some clothes that were piled in old wardrobes were taken. She found an old heavy smith’s hammer in another storage room, and some needles and thread in another. The tower’s kitchen was the final place that she raided, retrieving several pots and pans, for by now she had a clear idea in her horned head.
By the end of it she had carried down a great many things from the tower, all of which she piled near where the princess waited. Rose, unable to help carry things, sat patiently waiting for Mina to finish.
Last of all she found an old horse cart, big enough for the princess to ride in, along with a goodly amount of the items she had brought down. It needed a few repairs, but she was able to do a make shift job on it and rig up a harness for herself.
Rose, for her part, mostly chatted quietly as if to fill the room with some semblance of normalcy. Neither of them really talked about their changes, it was the unspoken tension in the room. Though Rose winced at the mention of the boar meat in the larder. It was clear that her porcine features recognized the horror that was done to Sir Lund. Mina didn’t bring it up again.
Through the day Mina laid out her plans to have them move farther into the woods, away from the tower and hopefully to start a quiet life where they could hide themselves from the world, and she could take care of Rose. Rose agreed to this plan readily. She dreaded the idea of being taken back to her father now that she was a monstrous freak.
So it was that the hours passed and the small horse cart was loaded. Mina stopped now and again to grab another bite from a pile of cabbages. She hand-fed several to Rose who munched happily on the leaves, and both drank deeply of a passable barrel of wine they didn’t intend to take with them. It was during these times that Mina just sat and watched Rose, still elegant, still beautiful in her eyes, her golden locks and vivid green eyes undimmed. The porcine nose was almost cute, and the breasts were full and ripe. A stirring in Mina’s loins reminded her that her interest lay not with men. It was also interesting to see Rose move about. Her giant lips flexing and contracting as they pulled her along the floor, a faint trail of slime marking where she had been. It was pungent, and further sent Mina’s mind into places she dared not voice.
Eventually all everything was loaded, except Rose herself. Slowly Mina reached under the mass of genitals and lifted, feeling the warmth and the slight mucus as it rubbed against her arm. Rose’s tail stretched a good several feet behind her, making her far heavier than her slight torso would suggest. Still Mina found she could lift her and placed her in a nest of old horse blankets on one side of the wagon, behind the wine casks. It wasn’t ideal, but it did work. She covered Rose’s body with another blanket and put a soft shirt over her head to hide her most obvious features. Similarly, she slipped herself, with some difficulty, into a dress that she found. It barely covered her and certainly couldn’t hid the hooves, tail, and horns she’d acquired that day. Around the dress she belted her sword, just in case. Finally, she slipped into the harness of the cart and began to pull, the soft clop of her hooves bidding the foul place farewell as the cart creaked and groaned along the trail.
*** *** ***
Outside the cavern the road was now swathed in the glow of the afternoon sun. Mina saw no sign of her horse, and she sighed. Instead, she turned the cart into the woods, along a faint trail that was wide enough for the cumbersome thing. Her hooves turning up bits of sod and dirt as she dug her mighty legs into the ground to pull its weight.
They made good time; the birds sang as if they knew the forest was wholesome again. By the evening Mina estimated that they were miles from the dark tower. She lifted Rose down for the night, and set up a small camp for them in a clearing. The food would last a while, and they both found their bodies desired different foods. Rose sniffed out some acorns nearby and had Mina feed these too her, while Mina tasted a few of the leaves around and found she quite liked one plant’s taste. This was a nice change to the heads of cabbage that were otherwise offered.
Settling Rose down for the night was a slow affair, she couldn’t lever herself down, so she relied on Mina to gently lower her onto her side. Mina’s nostrils flared slightly at this close proximity to Rose, her musk pungent and Mina’s loins continued to twitch and stir in lustful ways. Instead, she wrapped herself gently around Rose for warmth and tried to think of anything other than the softness of her breasts, and the giant oozing mound that sang to her of sex.
“You can, you know.” Rose’s voice was faint in Mina’s bovine ears. Mina felt the gentle kiss on her head. For a moment Mina held back, but then slowly reached out to the woman she’d loved and lusted for since she was but a girl. Her tongue ran across the tensing firmness of one nipple than another as she began to suck on the bountiful four orbs. Her fingers roamed downward. Spreading the giant slips slightly, feeling them contract and surge over her hand as she felt deeper into the warmth that enveloped her hand. Her digits danced over the massive head of the slug-woman’s most sensitive nub, and then found that while her parts had swollen greatly, she still had a relatively tiny entrance to her sex, one that she spread with her fingers and gently caressed the inside. Rose’s body reacted by tightening down on her bovid lover, her giant lips swarming over the legs of the cow woman, engulfing her in a sensual embrace that neither could have ever imagined. Slowly there came the subtle moans, then panting, and finally the crescendo of the scream as Rose felt herself live up to her body’s design. Tension fled from her and she pushed herself on to Mina’s hand, and felt her soft breasts with her own. She wished she could still touch them.
Slowly Rose lowered her head, demanding a chance to return some of the sensations to her lover. She was rewarded with a thick nipple that she clamped her lips around and sucked on. She was rewarded with the echoing delight of Mina as she found her breasts a hundred-fold more sensitive than ever before, and the double surprise of a mouthful of creamy milk. Rose sucked this down and proceeded to repeat this on not only the other breast, but all four teats of the udder, leaving Mina a writhing mass.
Both women collapsed eventually, their sexual urges sated for the moment, and their bodies resting the afterglow. They both knew tomorrow that the future was theirs. A chance to find just a small place for themselves, far from prying eyes and dangerous knights. They would make things work. After all, they had each other, and that was all either had ever really wanted. It had just taken a mad warlock to make it possible.
*** EPILOGUE ***
“Sire, there is still no sign of them.” Sir Edindl repeated.
“None?” King Jessup frowned. The warlock had been found dead, cruelly cut to pieces by a knight. They’d found the remains of three of his knights nearby, but little more than ash and bone. No sign of Sir Lund or Sir Horatio had ever been found. Worst, there was no sign of his precious daughter. “And no sign of another knight?”
“Well, there was a suit of armor, it looked like Sir Lund’s but it was broken and torn asunder. We presumed whomever wore it had been slain.” The elderly knight had led the latest foray out, some two fortnights after no word from St. Ignatius had left.
“And you found none of the pages or squires?”
“None sir, though a roan that was Sir Ignatius’s squire’s horse was found in the woods with another riderless horse. It bears your brand Majesty.”
“Mine?”
Sir Edindl rubbed his gray bearded chin. “Yes, Majesty, it seems to be Marzipan, the horse of your daughter’s maid. I found out from the stable boy that she left on the heels of Sir Ignatius. We presume the worst for her.”
“Sad, truly sad, she was a good girl.” Jessup shook his head.
“Is that all you have to report on the matter?”
“I believe so. All told that is five knights, five squires, fourteen horses lost and presumed dead, with no sign of either the princess or her maid. I saddens me to say this, m’lord but I fear the princess probably was lost long before someone took the head from that foul sorcerer. I am deeply sorry, sire.”
King Jessup’s eyes watered slightly but he held his composure, only nodding at the certainty of his loyal retainer’s assertion. Few would ever dare tell a king such truth, but Sir Edindl had served him and his father before him with great distinction and was granted such privilege. Still, it made it no easier for him to hear. At last, he choked out, “And what of the other matter?”
“The reports of the new beast in the woods?”
“Yes, the horned beast from Northvale.”
“We tried to find out, Majesty, but the town, after the initial reports, has said nothing further. When Sir Meechum went to investigate the town clammed up. Not a word was spoken to him about the beast. It seems the man who made the claim has been turned out of his home and run from the village.”
“Do we think it is necessary to search further?”
“I dare say not, sire, as if it were a true monster the people would beg for our help. If such a creature does exist, it is either no threat, or possibly even friendly with the locals. More than likely it is some drunkard’s fanciful dream. In either case, I see no reason to bother some poor folk and chase a fictional beast about for sport hunt, and to be honest Majesty, I prefer hunting boars.”
“Very good, keep an ear out for the rumors, but don’t waste the men to bother it. Let the reeve know that if it is seen again to send word.”
“Very good, sire, I will do as you command.”
King Jessup lowered his head, the crown weighing on him heavily as he mourned the missing daughter. His hair had grown increasingly gray, and it was time to seek out his cousin to make him right and proper heir to the throne. |
Shattered Shards: Tempest's Texts
Tempest hummed happily to herself as she walked in the door, a bag filled with books upon one arm. One of her friends ran a used bookstore and always made sure to pluck certain volumes from the recent turn ins.
People were still getting used to the way the new world worked, as well as settling into what were in some cases new homes and lands. The city of Port Haven was the result of two large cities, and their accompanying suburbs and outlying villages being fused and altered during the uniting of Earth and Aerth. Both cities had been called Port Haven, and they blended almost seamlessly. Somehow the street patterns from both cities matched up perfectly, Aerth's buildings transforming into a more modern function while Earth's urban landscape was toned down a little bit, the buildings taking on a more architectural construction to that of its doppelganger. What was more was that each urban sprawl was a mirror image of itself. Each Port Haven had gaps between habitation areas, but now they were filled by reversed duplicates of the other world's streets, buildings, and vegetation. The buildings even carried identical, though not mirrored, contents. They simply did not have mirrored residents.
As a result nearly half the buildings in the Port Haven area outside the city center were abandoned. With the distribution routes for the grocery stores changed an effort had been made in the early days to go through each of the abandoned houses, removing nonperishable food items, and an effort was made to cook and distribute everything that would go bad eventually. The city had won the services of several dragons in exchange for the vast amount of frozen meat that would still have gone uneaten. One of them, a majestic silver dragoness, had set herself up in one of the mirrored castles, using her magics to preserve even more of the food, thus creating the city's largest food bank. Even now, almost a year later, people were still combing through the abandoned houses for things of worth and value. There were many square miles worth of empty homes, filled with possessions that no one would ever miss. People still made a living off the proceeds.
Though there were some places that did not truly mirror the Port Haven of its origin, instead becoming a hybrid of the two, a mix of magic and technology. These places tended to be passed over by scavengers, for the contents were not quite of the other world, and thus a complete mystery to both populations of the city.
But still, on occasion, folks would bring in what they found within one of these places. It was these books that Tempest was most interested in. Wizards of Aerth tended to write their tomes in unknown, archaic languages of their world, which made them impossible for Tempest properly study. But the tomes of magic that would be found in these hybrid homes and lairs would be in the archaic language of magic native to Earth's Port Haven, if it had originally been blessed with sorcery.
Having been an English speaking community Port Haven would have gone with the traditional language suited perfectly to ominous chanting; that of Latin. Though Tempest didn't know Latin either, she had researched the lettering enough to be able to read it aloud if needs be. She had several entry-level texts on wizardry written in the common tongue from Aerth. Port Haven had lacked a mystical University, and most of the wizened spellcasters that resided there had become enthralled by the siren song of Matlock reruns, so they were of little use to a young woman who didn't know the first thing about spellcasting and sorcery.
So Tempest had acquired all that she could, seeking to instruct herself in the entirely new area of research that had opened up with the uniting of the worlds. After all, she hadn't the slightest idea where the college she had been attending had ended up. The great event that reshaped seemingly all of creation had taken place while she had been visiting her friend Violet for the weekend.
She'd moved into one of the ownerless homes and made her living going through others. Laws and regulations had been enacted to bring order to what was essentially city sponsored looting. Scavengers were not to be messy or destructive. They were to leave the mirrored businesses and residences they picked over in clean and livable conditions so that they could be used at any time for their intended purpose.
Her home had been one of the blended ones, filled with devices that were half magic and half technology. Unfortunately, her home apparently had been one of the warrior and not a wizard. She still had a closet full of rather revealing pieces of polished leather and exquisitely detailed metal, she tried some of them on (and looked quite good in them,) but there were always extra matching pieces that didn't fit anywhere on a human body.
Tempest's pet cat Chomper loved the place. Shelves, bookshelves, and indentations near the tops of the walls seemed just perfect for the feline to explore. He could walk around the entire house from an elevated position, which he often did. One of the contributing homes Tempest's house most definitely had belonged to a cat lover. Even beyond the catwalks was the entire shelf of one cupboard devoted to various types of catnip. It seemed that in both worlds people pampered their pets. In the few months that Tempest and Chomper had lived in the house the cat's attitude had improved greatly, displaying little of the bitey behavior that had given him his name. He was much more affectionate with Tempest and seemed to be far more energetic. It wasn't the world shift, as for the first few months when they had lived in Violet's apartment over the bookstore he'd been his usual, lazy blob of orange and cream self. Tempest rather liked the change.
She set the bag on her worktable, running her fingers over the fur on Chomper's back as the feline curiously poked his head into the bag. The cat quickly withdrew his head and sneezed mightily several times due to the dust from the old books. He quickly moved to the cushion Tempest had placed near the spot she usually sat. Her feline companion seemed quite content to watch her work. At least until it was time for him to be fed.
Tempest was rather grateful for Chomper's meal interruptions, as they reminded her that she needed sustenance as well. Without her cat to care for Tempest was rather sure that she wouldn't be taking as good of care of herself as she ought to have been.
She removed the three dusty old tomes and set them gingerly down upon the table. She gave Chomper a quick rub on the ears before she cracked open the first book. Tempest flipped through the pages first, not bothering to read anything. She admired the occasional picture or diagram, but her primary purpose was to see if anything had been left between the pages of the tomes.
She found the usual assortment of bookmarks, pieces of scrap paper, a few feathers, leaves, and a few pressed flowers. But in the last one she found something odd and rather interesting; a pair of very thin spectacles. They were quite flat and would not be comfortable being perched upon one's nose for a particular long period of time, but they looked like they had been very carefully constructed of the finest materials. The lenses seemed to sparkle and shimmer strangely when one held them just so in the light.
Tempest placed them upon her nose and chuckled to herself. Her giggles stopped as she looked down at the books. All the letters and writing had a faint glow around them. The glow seemed to vary in color and intensity, some phrases appearing with a pure black miasma around them that completely obscured them from view. The writings closer to the front of each book were outlined in cooler, more vibrant colors; blues, pale greens, and grays that seemed to enhance the letters, making them appear clearer and easier to read. Instead of the Latin she expected the tomes were written using the modern English alphabet.
Tempest gasped softly and flipped through the three books, seeking out the pages furthest in with the clearest writing and most welcoming colors. There was one page where an entire paragraph positively glowed with a swirling mix of blue and silver. Tempest found herself half reciting the words under her breath, trying to work out the pronunciation and cadence.
Chomper's tail stopped swaying in amused contentment, instead going ramrod straight. The feline stared at his owner, seeming to almost stand at attention from a lying position. Tempest's eyes went over the text again and again, the volume of her voice rising each time until she was truly speaking with strange words aloud.
She could feel the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end as she spoke. It didn't seem to be the words themselves that had power; some of them were even plain words of English. There were three words in a line, almost every line having three distinct syllables. They were arranged in a pattern that seemed just beyond Tempest's ability to make out at the moment, and she concentrated upon speaking the words.
"Famterme BemilBeast Greacoiar Bepanver, Mycoion ComLome Lifeure Plfeof Lieasof DeWonery OfvoDer AndSorction BeForTo Bocoev-er meUndme ShSoare Bo-dyareUl InShIn TwoOneme BeOfMind AscoUs"
Tempest chanted, a tangible sense of power filling the air. A spark of silver-blue energy leaped from Tempest to Chomper and back again. The white and tan feline's fur stood on end and he jumped from the table, dashing off into the kitchen. The sorceress in training was worried at first, but she heard the door to the cabinet beneath the oven open. Chomper had taken to retreating into that particular cupboard, which was usually warm due to all the frozen pizzas and instant lasagna Tempest made. It seemed that the cat had been more startled than anything and was tending to his staticky, puffed up fur.
The self-taught spellcaster chuckled, thankfully her first spell didn't seem to have been any more than what would happen if she spent several minutes rubbing her feet on the carpet. She hadn't meant to actually invoke something, but the words had come so naturally to her lips.
The words upon the page had changed color, the silver-blue now joined with a black center, obscuring the words. But now some of the words in the other tomes had changed in coloration. Once more Tempest flipped through them, and this time she found an entire page of blue and silver highlighted incantations in each one. She found her lips moving, instinctively forming the words that her eyes saw.
The budding mage immediately put a stop to that, covering all but one paragraph in each book with pieces of paper or other books that she'd been reading. That immediately put an end to her mouth moving without her mind's consent. Only with things fully under control now did Tempest realize that she had actually taught herself how to perform magic, and had actually cast a spell without blowing something up.
Chomper stomped back into the room, hopping up onto a pile of books and then onto the table. He plopped back down onto his cushion and directed an intense glare at his mistress.
The cat gave a token struggle, as if making the appearance of trying to escape, without actually trying. Tempest laughed and set the kitty down, idly stroking him as she looked over the words in the four tomes, though only in a little piece at a time.
She tried saying the words at her own pace; she could form the words easily, syllables rolling effortlessly from her tongue. But thankfully they carried with them no sense of the building power that had accompanied her recitation before.
Tempest removed the enchanted glasses and placed them aside. The glow vanished when she took off the spectacles. She studied the notes and diagrams around each of the spells. It took about an hour as each of the tomes had been written by a different hand, each with their own rather strange ways of spelling and punctuating. The spells themselves seemed to have been written with great patience and care; the notes however seemed to be the typical writing of each tome's author.
Each of the spells seemed to be an introductory ritual into the basics of the magic type described within each book. It would open up the caster to the specific types of energies used in the primary functions of each magical art. Though likely it would take a bit more research to determine what exactly the focuses of each tone were, and probably even more for Tempest to decide which one she would like to try. After all, traditionally mages seemed to focus on one particular area. She didn't think that it would let her use all four of the introductory rituals.
Apparently tired of looking on Chomper decided to 'help' his mistress, striding proudly into the middle of the table and rolling onto the tomes.
"Stop that you silly cat!" Tempest said the case of the giggles.
Chomper nosed a few pieces of paper and swatted a few others with his paws before accidentally striking one of the marbles on the table which Tempest kept to help keep her hands busy while she read. If she wasn't paying attention she would tire out an arm twirling the hair on top of her head. Keeping a marble between her fingertips to roll around prevented this. It also gave Chomper something to chase after, which he did, upsetting several more bits of paper.
Tempest found her gaze drawn to the words in one tone and once more she found herself reciting them aloud instinctively. She felt power building around her, but she found herself unable to stop as she began to cast the introductory ritual from the white, almost porcelain-like tome.
"LaYouMasdess VodyIks OfidOfPray ToTheGodThe IMytenth; OnSetGoment EnTheFoal IslighPaot BreInsnders TheakInsAnd InBarrDoMe SoulMiiwn Awepinof TheakeDoone MaPowInwn DenyerMe"
The budding mage shuddered as power surged through her, taking the form of reddish arcs of electrical energy. It surged inward from the tips of her fingers and toes, up her arms and legs, and across her torso. It seemed to gather in a ball just before and below her breasts. She found her hands moving to the glowing sphere, her fingers encircling it, stretching the energy more into a flat sheet. She made small motions with her fingers, directing the flow of energy, making it arc to her fingertips.
It took on a familiar shape; that of a simple mask with no adornments. It was mostly flat and perfectly smooth, save for a raised line down the middle. Tempest bowed her head and brought the electric mask to her face. The energy vanished, flowing into her head, new knowledge taking root in her mind. It seemed to be opening her up, preparing her to welcome additional power within.
Every cell in her body started to cry out in longing for something, an unknown quality that Tempest could not identify and could not provide. But still every fiber of her being called out. If she had read the first few pages, she would likely have avoided the tome entirely. It was the magical teachings of Szuyie, goddess of change, half breeds, hybrids, and adventurers with multiple specializations. By reciting the opening incantation of the Mistress of Masks, the goddess' power filled her, allowing her to take on more than she otherwise would have.
What her spirit called out for was the power from other sources, seeking to draw upon them, weave them together into a new, hybrid whole. Tempest tried to end her spellcasting, to pull herself away from the table. But instead she found her gaze fixating on the words of power within the tome whose cover was wrapped in simple, raw leather.
"BimilSpirOne Myndiit BeastChoMear FaOfsenTo SoAspectsOne FlulectsMine HiseshAsHis MyAspAsOne GrndConMe NaantTosciouss GrtureFeHim MiantToral EtressBeus BeterAndast MantwenalPet MissAndenBond"
Silver-blue energy swirled around Tempest, and as Chomper leapt up on the table to return the errant marble it began to swirl around him as well. The sorceress could swear she heard the sounds of a tropical forest, the rich smell of greenery filling her nostrils. Her skin itched, as if there was something crawling all over it, or something crawling beneath it that wanted out. She felt the urge to hunt, to kill, to bat around small, furry prey before sinking her teeth into them. Her senses seemed to sharpen as the sounds and smells of the jungle faded away. She took a deep breath and felt much calmer. The slight smell of herbs and incense that always filled the house seemed to take an effect upon her.
The longing within her faded a little bit, but her body still hungered for further power and potential for change. Tempest reached out and tried to slam close one of the tomes, but instead found herself pulling it closer as she ran her fingers over the many smooth, multicolored scales that were stitched to the book's binding. Some felt warm, others had an inherent chill to them, a few more made her fingertips tingle, and others felt slightly damp.
Tempest had a guess as to what this one had been, the brightly colored scales the retained the nature of the beast they had come from, the lack of a metallic tint to any one of them, the five pointed star upon the cover; all of it pointed to being a tome of draconic sorcery. The book was one written by disciples of the Chromatic Queen, meant for spellcasters of draconic blood. Tempest knew that she lacked the heritage required, but had acquired the book anyway, hoping that it would at least give her some insight into magic. But even lacking something sinuous and scaly in her family tree, the words had been glowing with color of the spells that the glasses told her she could cast. She found her eyes fixating upon the third segment of the incantation. Her tongue seemed to almost slip forth from her lips as she spoke the spell, her tone and inflection slightly different, more growly and hissing, meant to emulate the dragons of whom this sort of spellcaster would seek to emulate.
"OhofWingThe QuMajtheed SkeenesDepths LadyiesOftic Fiales,Mth VesllWight YoselThings, ScurWiIs CwonMeYours Malaws, drousWith FkeFMight TheillMeangs, OfourInour PTheSerto BlourDravant YoodYgons"
It felt like several thick serpents had coiled around Tempest, their scales protruding and textured rather than smooth and flat like those of a proper snake. They encircled her arms and legs and seemed to pay close attention to her torso and breasts. She could almost feel a pair of soft feminine lips pressed against her own, a forked tongue slithering into her mouth to give a kiss and grant the draconic goddess' blessing.
Tempest felt a pleasant chill spreading through her body, running up and down her spine in rapid succession. The cold seemed to burn her bones for a moment before the sensations stopped. The mage was short of breath now, raw power surging through her veins. Her immediate need for additional power had faded. She no longer needed to utilize more sources of magical knowledge. But the sheer potential building within her needed completion; needed a capstone to seal off the incantation.
So she reached for the last tome; it was little more than a loose stack of papers within a bundle of soft, orange-red leather that felt absolutely delightful against Tempest's bare skin. She looked down at the page for the initiation spell; she wanted to stop but she also needed to complete the ritual. If she had known exactly what power she was invoking by using this tome's closing she would've tossed it aside and read from the one that had started the entire mess.
"GraceOfChange GoeatYLife MissdessKryour PltressOfgar BlAltIsMy MyesserrTo BoFlinged Bedyesh,Upon Asmalein UnYoule, and MeiteSeeand FeMaWithFit FikeGiof Willmefrts YthMya MaourAllBody ThSerAndLusts WonrallveHeart LderToYou TooinsousYour"
While the draconic recitation had resulted in the sensation of a pleasant kiss, this was more like a lustful frenzy between two extraordinarily eager lovers who had just gotten out of the public eye. Tempest moaned as an intense heat filled her loins. It felt like clawed hands were clutching her breasts, and something hot, hard, and leaking thick, sweet fluid was forced into her mouth, while something warm, soft, and heavy pressed against her rump and the back of her legs. Something soft and soaking seemed to enfold her like a cocoon and Tempest cried out as her very being was rocked with a sensation not unlike an orgasm without all the wet and sticky bits.
Tempest fell to her knees and shivered, overwhelmed by the experience that she just had. The power that had built up around her seemed to have gone. Her cat jumped down from the table and rubbed against her, purring happily and not seeming to mind the small magical sparks that left between the two as he rubbed against her.
The sorceress sighed and picked up Chomper with one hand, the other slamming each of the tomes closed and then picking up the leather one.
"Okay Chomper," she said "let's see if we can find out what exactly I did to the both of us."
She made her way to the living room and flopped down upon the sofa after placing her familiar atop it. Tempest didn't notice the result of the light itch at the base of her spine, but Chomper watched from his place perched atop the couch with what looked to be a smile upon his feline face. It seemed that the cat knew something that his mistress did not.
He knew the next few minutes were going to be rather exciting for the both of them, but mostly Tempest.
After she had been granted the power that she had petitioned from three goddesses and the nature spirit, Chomper was willing to bet that Tempest would be quite excited indeed.
If her power acted upon him as well, and it should as the first incantation she cast had bound them completely as mistress and familiar, greatly strengthening the magical bond the two had shared since she began her magical studies.
Chomper's tail swayed from side to side patiently as he watched a small nub form at the base of Tempest's spine. Pretty soon she would be having a tail of her own to sway. The impatient feline couldn't wait and decided to help his mistress' feline ascension along, leaning down from the back of the couch he extended one paw and began to bat at the new growth. Small sparks of energy passed between Chomper and Tempest as the cat did so.
The sorceress was completely oblivious as she stared in wide-eyed wonder at the words before her. She could read them with ease and the spells contained within the book were ones that she would absolutely adore using. It was a naturalistic school of sorcery, based upon mutual strengthening of one's self and one's familiar.
She had somehow known that Chomper had become her familiar, but until having read it in the book she had not known it consciously. She turned back with a grin and looked at the playful feline, "Hey Chompie!" She said with a giggle, "I guess you're my magical animal..."
The word 'companion' died upon her lips as she saw her familiar playing with a good 2 feet worth of blue and silver furred, feline tail. Her blue and silver furred feline tail. Her blue and silver furred feline tail that was growing longer and longer by the instant.
Tempest rolled over, sending her feline familiar to the floor. She spread her legs and gawked in bafflement at the new appendage. Her tail continued to rapidly grow, quickly reaching the length of 3 feet. She reached out cautiously with one hand and felt the fur. It was thick, lush, and wonderfully soft. It was also rather sensitive and it felt quite good to pet and caress; especially the underside. The soft strokes felt better the closer her tail was to her body. It made a gentle heat rise in her loins and she only managed to stop toying with her tail by noticing that by touching her tail the alterations to her body seemed to jump from it to her fingertips.
She watched in fascination as her skin began to drain of color, turning white and then beginning to rapidly darken to an almost metallic shade of dark gray. Her palms blackened as their skin transformed into smooth, soft leather; the pads of her fingers gaining a covering much the same. Her nails darkened as well, taking on a slight navy tint as they grew outward into short claws. Tempest's fingers began to thicken even as her nails came to an end. The skin of her fingertips rapidly grew over her budding claws; they were triangular in cross-section, not quite like cats' claws, but they were still able to be retracted.
She tried absently to rub off the altered color of her skin onto her shirt, but once more they seemed to make the change leap from location to location. Tempest let out a soft moan as a hot, stretching feeling came over the front of her body. It covered seemingly every inch of skin from just below her shoulders to just above her waist. Once more her skin turned pale; though unlike her hands it did not begin to darken, save in two pairs of points. One pair appeared just above her navel in the upper pair just below her rib cage.
Tempest found herself fumbling for the clasp of her bra rather quickly as the garment rapidly became too tight for her inflating chest. She tossed it aside, paying no attention as Chomper playfully darted after it. The mage was more intent upon the transformation that she was undergoing.
The sorceress supposed that the Familiar Tome was to blame, but magics meant to bind the human girl to her cat companion wouldn't explain the intense feelings of sensual pleasure and lust that were threatening to rapidly reduce her to a mewling masturbatory machine. She found even the slight pressure put on her breasts by her swiftly tightening T-shirt giving her a sort of sexual satisfaction.
The feline-becoming found that the mightening of now mammoth mammaries was just the beginning. Beneath her bountiful breasts, centered around the four dark gray spots upon her skin, grew two additional pairs of erotic orbs. Her lowermost breasts were about half the size of her original pair, which had reached the size of soccer balls. Meant for a thinner frame, Tempest's T-shirt was pulled upward by her expanding tits, exposing her belly and the lowest pair of additions.
It was becoming more and more difficult with each passing second for the spellcaster to keep her hands from exploring and enhancing the erotic sensations that filled her front. She stretched out on the sofa, the fingers of her right hand digging into the soft, plush flesh of her uppermost breast, her left cupping the lowermost, rubbing her thumb in slow circles over a silver-gray nipple.
Such pleasure, so soft, warm, and pliable seemed to Tempest's fogged mind to be a worthwhile trade. Giving up a bit of her humanity for both magical power and physical pleasure seemed to be quite the bargain. She moaned and bucked her hips gently as she pleasured herself, her simple touches far more pleasurable than any sexual encounter she had experienced in her 25 years of life.
A quiet tearing sound could be heard as the seams of her shirt slowly began to give way under their still-expanding burden. There was a muted pop as well, shortly followed by a soft clattering as the fly button of Tempest's shorts gave way. Her chest wasn't the only thing growing; her entire frame to be growing larger, more powerful, and shapelier.
A feral mewl escaped Tempest's lips as her climax rocked her body. She arched her back, the crotch seam of her jean shorts digging into her loins as she did so. The faded denim darkened to a color not unlike the fur upon the increasingly feline female's tail as her juices flooded out from her sex in a hot, eager torrent.
With the blissful release the subconscious defenses that the young mage had instinctively put into place came crumbling down. Her change was no longer limited to one particular area. The rest of her skin color fading, most of it becoming pure white only for a moment before darkening to the same slate gray of her hands and nipples.
Soft pops and cracks came from her feet and legs as the bones reshaped themselves; her feet quickly became the paws of a powerful, upright, predatory huntress rather than the flat feet of a creature which had never needed to run to feed herself in her life. The symphony of transformation was joined by the tearing of her clothes as her chest continued to increase and new muscle padded her hips, thighs, and rump. It seemed a configuration that was equal parts powerful predator and exaggerated ideal of the feminine form.
Tempest's T-shirt finally gave way under the strain of being pulled in two directions; the slow march forward had been joined by a sudden surge upon her back. At first it seemed that an additional pair of arms had burst from the near furless feline's shoulder blades, but the added muscles that appeared upon them, as well as on her chest, making her already massive bust seem almost ridiculous as it reached beachball size, marked them as something else entirely.
The fingers of the new hands thickened tremendously, their claws several inches long and decidedly not retractable. After growing as wide as it seemed they possibly could the digits began to lengthen with incredible speed. As they lengthened a thick membrane appeared between the fingers, white on the front side and a dull navy blue upon the back.
The winged catgirl shivered as a ticklish sensation engulfed her entire body. From dark gray skin extended her dark gray fur, adorned with navy stripes of an obviously tigerish nature. Tempest brought her creamy white-furred breast to her mouth and she began purring with delight as she began to run her newly elongated, slightly forked, sandpapery tongue over the lush, white fur.
Her ears twitched as they grew larger, the strange folds of human ears giving way to the smooth, triangular ones of the feline that the girl had now become. As her face pushed forward into the muzzle of the tiger, Tempest's hair and eyes altered as well. What had once been simple brown became a stunning shade of metallic blue that showed hints of green when struck by the light. It suited the exotic, erotic creature that Tempest had become.
The dragoncat's needful lust dulled for a moment as the last traces of her former form were sealed away. She lay upon the sofa panting, her gorgeous silver-gray, navy blue, and creamy white body completely naked save for a pair of too-tight, cum-soaked jean shorts seemed ready to give way at any time, and the red thong beneath them.
She drew in a deep breath, the faint scents that had tickled her nose a little bit as a human now surged to her mind, her feline sense of smell able to identify most of them. Many were odors that stirred her lust once more, incenses that would heighten pleasure, prolong performance, and with a little bit of magic enhance the effects of the resulting climax. Many others had a faint scent of mint to them, these calmed Tempest down, made her want to purr, made her want to rub the source of the scent against her whiskers and to nibble upon the plant that the dried leaves came from.
And beyond these there was another scent, one that was a familiar blend of feline, dragon, and human flavored with a hint of the strawberry shampoo Tempest used, as well as a permanent interweaving of milk and sex. It was a scent the tigress' new nose recognized, for it was her own. Though that left her confused as the scent absolutely saturated the place, as if she had been living here in her current form for several years.
There was also another pair of feline scents; one was a smaller, weaker version of the other that was missing the delightful variety of additions and nuances that the stronger scent had. Tempest's eyes widened as she realized what she smelled; the scent of her familiar as he was now as well as the scent that it seemed Chomper would have once her kitty had become empowered as she had been.
A nuance of the other-Chomper's scent made Tempest's eyes widen, the powerful scent of the Chomper that had lived here long enough to deeply infuse the house with permanent traces of his essence smelled of sex. Tempest's keen new nose could easily detect who it was that the other-cat had spent most of his time making love to; Tempest herself.
The new feline yelped as Chomper leapt up onto her lap, an eruption of blue-silver sparks surrounding the two of them as his body met hers, linking the two of them together for a moment and allowing the spell of bonding to transfer a portion of the power that Tempest had drawn into herself to him. The two of them were as one; the transformation that Tempest had undergone would have effects upon Chomper as well. Already the small mask-and-mantled tabby was beginning to change, to grow.
His orange-tan markings had begun to darken and lose their coloration, much as Tempest's skin had a few minutes before. As the cat nuzzled his mistress' leg, his fur quickly grew to match Tempest's own, though it retained his old pattern. Creamy white over most of his body, with his coloration upon his back and the base of his tail, tinting on the ears and the sides of his face, but stopping just short of his muzzle. He purred happily and met Tempest's gaze, metallic blue eyes with a hint of green meeting Tempest's own. Chomper's eyes gleamed with an innate intellect and mischief that his owner had not seen within them before.
"N-no, Chompie, get down." Tempest whispered, gritting her teeth as she pulled her hands from her wondrous, oh so sensitive breasts to reach down and grab the feline, and toss him away. But instead she found herself cupping her familiar's face, stroking his fur, which felt heavenly on the smooth leather of her handpaws.
The cat was double the size he'd originally been, and was growing larger by the second. He crept forward, placing broad paws upon Tempest's hips. The paws had altered a bit; she could feel them gripping more than they ought, halfway between hands and paws. The familiar let out a soft, purring growl, his head bowing downwards, taking the cuff of Tempest's shorts in his mouth. He tugged playfully upon them, apparently seeking access to what lay beneath.
The tigress' loins began to ache with need once more, and she found herself longing for the now jaguar sized Chomper to fill her. It wouldn't be bad at all, Chomper would never hurt her, and the two of them were tied together very deeply on a spiritual level. He was almost a part of her after all; it would be more like masturbation than anything. Especially since they were halfway the same species, perhaps more.
Tempest felt herself lifting her rump upwards, just a little bit. Before she could stop herself, Chomper had already managed to tug her too-tight shorts down several inches, exposing the bright red of her thong, which stood out incredibly against the white fur of her crotch. Chomper let out a soft growl of triumph and crawled upward several inches, resting his head upon his mistress' loins.
The mage couldn't help herself, she wrapped her legs around her familiar's body, delighting in his warm presence against her own. Her kitty now likely weighed just as much as she did, more, actually. Tempest watched as Chomper's tail grew longer, thickening, retaining the fur but taking on a more reptilian shape. She hadn't gotten much of anything from the draconic portion of her power infusion, merely the wings; it looked like Chomper had gotten the rest.
The thick-tailed cat ran his forked, sandpapery tongue over the soaked red triangle of cloth over Tempest's loins, drawing a soft yelp from her. She clenched her legs together, trying to stop herself from giving herself over to the former housecat. She shouldn't want him like that, and she most definitely shouldn't be trying to mentally make excuses for it, or even worse, fantasize about it.
Tempest managed to scoot back into a seated position, rather than her former sprawl, but Chomper merely crawled forward and resumed his previous position. The tigress managed to get her legs beneath her in a crouch, but she had to open them to do so, the cat's tongue having free access to her netherlips, the thin string of fabric offering no protection to the probing tongue of the eager feline.
He began to lap at her, each caress sending bolts of pleasure through Tempest's body. If a handful of licks were enough to make her purr like this, to make her lean into every motion, to bring her closer to climax with every second, what would Chomper's cock feel like inside her pussy?
Chomper's body quivered, muscles and bones seeming to shift, making him more sleek, lithe, and serpentine. His neck and face extended just a little bit, and there was an odd alteration to his shoulders, chest, and hips, it wasn't something feline or draconic. Tempest couldn't quite place it.
She reached down and gripped the cat by the ears, intending to yank him aside, but instead she found herself gleefully grinding into his oral caress, his tongue having wormed its way beneath her thong and was now intent on assaulting her clitoris with long, wriggling caresses.
Something tickled Tempest's palms, and she looked downward to find her pet growing a metallic blue-green mane of hair, rather like her own. Though it wasn't a lion's mane, it seemed to be more like a human's hair. The tigress felt a tingle around her own neck, the fur upon her shoulders, neck, and between her breasts elongating, thickening, becoming a mane of her own. The transformative power, it seemed, had mixed thoroughly within Chomper, and was now flowing back into her.
The pleasure from her loins seemed to intensify with each passing moment, as if there was more of her to lick as each second ticked by. Tempest's eyes widened as the stretching sensation that had filled her front, resulting in her formation of four additional breasts, appeared upon her sex.
"No! Oh no!" she gasped as she felt the furred flesh of her netherlips puffing outward, the small nub of her clit indeed having more and more of it to lick with each passing second. Tempest leaned down, wrapping her arms around Chomper's midsection, her teeth clenched in a growl as she sought to toss him onto the floor and stop the alteration of her gender.
But her handpaws encountered something they hadn't expected: hidden beneath Chomper's body was a pair of large, lush, heavy breasts, not as large as her own, but still wonderfully big and bountiful. The big cat purred as his... her mistress found herself instinctively caressing them. She moved one hand back, finding a second pair, and then a third. Her touch ended its journey between her familiar's legs. She found the hot, thick member that she'd been expecting, but behind it she felt a warm wetness that mimicked her own. What had been in the two tomes that did not have an obvious link? Tempest wondered.
It didn't seem quite so bad now, her kitty and herself both being of the same dual gender. The alterations to Chomper's body made her seem... more humanoid, but without being upright. The feline continued to lap at her mistress' forming cock, several inches worth of erection now pressing at the thong, a heavy furred sheath and balls resting atop it as well. Tempest found herself willing it onwards, to continue to grow and swell, to thicken, lengthen, widen, to grant her even more sweet, delicious pleasure as Chomper's raspy tongue encircled it.
Tempest cried out, half with pleasure and half with frustration. Her body and mind seemed to be fighting a dire war against one another; her flesh trying to convince her to give in, to succumb to the hungry ministrations of her familiar, her mind trying to sway her from mindless, bestial sex. Tears leaked from her abalone eyes as she found her will fading as she leaned back, her handpaws beginning to massage her plentiful breasts.
Her nipples tingled, ached, throbbed, and the tigress began to stroke them to relieve the light pain, replacing it with wondrous pleasure. Her nipples were already erect, but they seemed to be growing, extending from her breasts millimeter by millimeter as Chomper continued to pleasure her. Her thong finally gave way and snapped, allowing the feral dragoncat to take Tempest's full, twelve inch length into her mouth.
At this whatever power that continued to transform Tempest surged forth. Her nipples thickened and elongated, their shape changing. The tigress could only wince as she felt the shape changing to the bell-shaped head of a phallus. In a few moments she had her fingers wrapped around her new nipplecocks, one curled around the six-inch length that grew from her upper breast, the other around the slightly shorter cock that grew from a middle breast.
She felt her breasts beginning to swell again, her balls, sheath, and cock growing as well. She didn't want to be some sexual freak of nature, but it all felt so good. Something like this would be tolerable, as good as it felt, but she wouldn't want anything else to change any further. She just wished she had some help to manage all of her dicknipples.
"Wish granted," purred a soft, sensual voice.
Chomper rose upwards, her rudimentary handpaws wrapping around two of Tempest's nipplecocks, her tongue trailing over one for a moment as she rose to plant a kiss upon her mistress' muzzle.
Tempest's protests shattered, if her beloved familiar could talk and could read her mind, then there was no reason to fight her, to struggle against the pleasure that both of them wanted. She hugged Chomper to her, grinding against her pet, Chompie's soft, cream-white fur absolutely delicious against her throbbing nipples. She wrapped her wings around her sleek, sexy familiar, the creature carefully positioning herself, lowering her aching, feminine sex onto her mistress' member.
The tigress could only cling to her pet, thrusting into her, grinding against her familiar's soft, sweet fur. She wasn't sure if this was the price that she would have to pay for her magic, or a benefit of having the mixed powers of four patrons as she did. She could feel the energies that had filled her body taking root in her mind, allowing her to have instinctive knowledge of the basics that she would need to hone her spellcasting.
Fertility.
Familiar.
Fusion.
Dragon.
Well, judging from her body draconic might was the one area of magic that she was lacking in, and of course it would be the one that didn't quite fit in with the others. Though she knew that the majority of her power in that area would be when she mixed the draconic and familiar magics, letting the pure elemental energy empower her pet, rather than herself.
Tempest opened her muzzle to let out a pleasured moan, only to find her maw filled with Chomper's forked tongue, entwining around her own. She hugged her lover tightly, their muzzles locked in a passionate kiss as their body ignited with the heat of incredible climax. A fire that was not put out by the fluid surge that gushed forth from Tempest.
The continued swelling within her erogenous zones ceased, all seven of her cocks serving to direct the added mass outward. Thick stream of cum-like milk surged forth, most of the sweet semi-liquid coating Chomper's fur. Tempest could feel her familiar's belly swell from the sheer mass of the seed that poured into her.
The more aroused and lustful she became, the more her cock, balls, tits, and nipples would grow, containing the sexual energy that any other being would simply radiate aware into the world around them, seeking to draw a lover or a mate. But Tempest didn't need to do that. Her lover and mate would be with her always, as they were bound together in their souls.
"H-how big can I get?" Tempest panted.
"I-I'm not sure, but I think we better take this to the shower before we ruin the carpet." Chomper replied.
The tigress nodded, and managed to coax her still erect shaft from her familiar's sex. She stood and spread her wings, giggling and basking in the afterglow of her wondrous climax.
Chomper took her mistress' tail in her mouth, and began tugging her to the bathroom.
"Geez, and after all the clawing, dead mice, and litter box training, here I am getting YOU to not make a mess on the carpet." The familiar growled playfully.
Tempest laughed and kneeled down to hug her familiar and mate, "Okay, first spell we learn; Summon Dirt Devil."
Chomper sighed and tugged harder on her mistress' tail. |
Saying he was nervous would be an understatement so enormous that it would probably feel like some pretty decent foreshadowing if the griffin could look just a few hours into the future. For the time being though, he had far more mundane and down-to-earth worries to concern himself with, such as his complete inability to keep his legs from shaking, the fact that all his lines had just vanished from his head and that his part in the play was coming up next… in about thirty minutes. The backstage area was abuzz with activity, and not a single person could stop to give him the cooldown hug he so desperately needed, so Jordan tried his best to calm himself down by sitting in a corner and focusing very hard on the floor, counting the number of cracks in the wood panelling, hoping his mind began to drift and wander away from what he was about to do.
Why exactly he thought joining an amateur theater group would help with his hopeless inability to be in front of large crowds was a question for the ages, with the griffin cursing both his past self and whoever happened to encourage him to do something as ridiculous as putting himself in the line of fire in order to get rid of his stage fright as opposed to doing something even remotely sensible. Then again, it had been a great time for him, at least during rehearsals; plenty of friends to be made, a great number of nights out where he could rely on the strength of intoxicating substances to get over his perennial shyness, all so fun that he completely forgot that the point of joining a theater group was to put on stage plays, hence why he was slightly busy panicking over the very real threat of having to perform in front of what might be at least two dozen people. It wasn’t that big of a production, but there being more than five individuals watching was enough to trigger a stress reaction so powerful that it was a wonder he didn't immediately take flight and make good use of one of the open windows.
“Yo, Jordan, y’allright?”
The voice came from nearby, but it might as well have been a million miles away from how not there the griffin was, needing the man beside him to pat him on the top of his head before he tuned back to reality, flinched, and nearly fell off his bench when he noticed the director was standing right next to him looking like he hadn’t slept in at least three days (actually four). They weren’t mad, or at least didn’t look like it, but judging from the way they were frowning there was no doubt in Jordan’s mind that he was about to be on the receiving end of a dressing-down for being so neurotic just moments before he was expected to put on a good show… which is precisely why he was surprised when his director instead placed one hand on his shoulder, knelt down so the two of them would be at eye-level, stared at him with a warm smile for a few seconds, and then wrapped their arms around him, pulling the two into a tight hug that the griffin, while initially slow to respond to, eventually accepted and paid back in much the same way.
It was all he needed, really. No talks, no arguments, no discussions, just the simple warmth of a very tired-looking sheep who should probably be on a bed somewhere counting their own kind rather than trying to coordinate a stage production that late in the evening. It wasn’t enough to completely melt away all of the griffin’s fears, but it did what was needed to get him into the right kind of mood that he could rely entirely on psychological momentum to keep himself going, plowing onwards with no regard for whether or not he could actually do any of the things he tried… which, for that particular case, meant going to the dressing room to make sure that his suit was properly fastened, lest he end up slipping out of it in the middle of the fencing scene in act three, scene five, the grand finale.
The costume department had a field day trying to adapt one of their clothing sets so it could fit Jordan, not just because of his fluffy wings, but thanks especially to the fact that he was quite a bit smaller than the last person who wore it. Plenty of cutting and cleverly disguised stitching later (as well as the application of a couple of fashionable belts), the costume was remade so that the griffin could walk around and perform the necessary stunts while still mildly comfortable. Despite this, and despite the fact that he’d used that thing so often that it was practically a second skin after so many rehearsals spent trying not to aim his fake sword properly, Jordan couldn’t help but feel like it was slightly tighter on him than usual.
He initially tried dismissing it as just his nervousness and stage fright kicking up again, but given that it was still there after getting the hug he needed and making sure to ask one of their seamsters if something had torn, the griffin had to actually take it seriously. It chafed slightly, and felt as if it was ready to start ripping if he moved too much, which was concerning given what he was supposed to be doing with that plastic rapier he had on his belt; he asked if it had been placed in the wash and left there too long, but as far as anyone knew, nothing out of the ordinary had happened… so why was it that it still felt tight?
This served as a wonderful distraction for the remainder of the time it took before one of their producers shouted at him and a few others to get ready for the scene change, and as they heard a depressingly low amount of clapping from the audience on the other side of the backstage wall, Jordan and a group of other actors took their positions right next to the entrance to the stage proper. Despite the low affluence, the performers walking out as the curtains were closed bore wide smiles, and some even openly congratulated one another for what they perceived to be sufficient broken legs, leaving the griffin to gulp down, straighten his back and, rather than steeling himself for what was to come, being forced to wonder if that weird tearing noise he just heard came from his costume and if he should be worried about where that might be.
Seeing as no one said anything, however, he waited for the proper signal and, just a few seconds before the curtains were drawn, got ready to leap onto the stage as soon as the performers already there gave him the proper cue. It was a simple part: rush in, declare himself to be the Viscountess’ estranged son whose death had been faked by her late husband, then point towards the “real” son and declare them to be an impostor. Cue the sword fight scene, where he would heroically strike down his opponent, spare him, then exile and command them to never again return to torment the lands with his despotic behavior. All in all, not that much to ask… if it weren’t for what actually happened afterwards.
Things went wrong right off the bat, though not in any way that the twenty or so people sitting in the mostly-empty auditorium could (hopefully) tell. It all began when Jordan literally leapt onto the stage, unfurling his wings and taking flight for just enough time to get him to land right next to his supposed quarry the moment he was supposed to, a move so well-practiced that the griffin allowed muscle memory to take over and thus nailed perfectly; the problem was that doing so ended up tearing a large section of his costume in a rather private and embarrassing area, though the noises were (mostly) disguised by his victorious “A-ha!” upon landing. No one else on staged seemed to notice, or if they did they knew better than to point out that the whole area beneath his two most intimate zones had just ripped wide open for all who peeked to see, but if there was anything that Jordan happened to be, it was self-conscious, leaving him in a state where his first, instinctive reaction was to try and turn around and run for the nearest exit, damn the consequences. However, with him standing there with his fake blade in one hand and his head turned just enough that he could see the actual audience, he was stuck between a rock and a hard place; sure, he could run away and avoid the embarrassment, or he could stay and risk his costume being further destroyed after inexplicably shrinking.
In the end, he picked the latter, taking the opportunity to let his panic shift into improvisation when he ad-libbed a line about having travelled for so long that his clothes were worn down before moving onto the actual script, and from there, things progressed as they should… except for the fact that every time he tried to move in a way that best fit the swordfight, he could tell that parts of his clothes tore open or seams came undone, something for which he had absolutely no reference frame or idea how to react to. Somehow, against all odds, he managed to hold onto both his sanity and acting chops, finishing off his opponent and ordering them off the stage (or, well, kingdom) before addressing the actress playing as his character’s mother. The scene was made significantly more humorous than it should be by virtue of his clothes being completely wrecked, exposing quite a bit of fluff and feathers, but the crowd rolled with the punches and let loose the right amount of “Aww” at the right time, just when the emotional catharsis came rolling around.
As soon as the play was over and the rest of the cast was called for a final bow, Jordan stood out in that he didn’t attempt anything other than the smallest of curtsies, drawing a few chuckles and comments from the small crowd for whom this was confirmation that the costume damage was not, indeed, part of the show. Still, he retained enough of his dignity that he got all the way to the last curtain call before slumping onto the nearest seat, with one of the play’s producers and the head costume designer rushing over to him to make sure things were alright.
“I am so sorry!” the young raven in charge of clothing the cast immediately declared, “I don’t know what happened, I thought the costume fit!”
“It did!” Jordan replied, “I don’t know what happened either!”
“God, at least the audience didn’t laugh too hard,” the producer sighed, looking over her back for any sight of their director, “honestly, I don’t know what we would’ve done if your costume actually tore open completely, but it wouldn’t have been pre-”
“C-Can I just… please go to the dressing room?” the griffin butted in, “It’s been bad enough and I think I’ve had enough panic for one day. We’ll talk next Friday, i-if that’s alright?”
Neither of the other two seemed to want to let him go, but lacking any reason to hold him back, allowed Jordan to get up and shuffle off to the backstage area, where plenty of people were just dying to let him know how much of a performance he put on under such stressful circumstances. Were he in any better state of mind, perhaps the griffin would’ve understood this barrage as the long list of compliments that it was, but with his neuroticism jacked up as high as it could go, all Jordan could think of was getting as far away from everyone as possible; he needed time to think.
Once safely inside of the smaller dressing rooms that he’d commandeered as his own, the griffin sat down and tried to make sense out of what had just happened. There was simply no way that the costume had randomly shrunk for no reason, and given that it ripped open, then him feeling that it was tighter than usual had not just been his imagination or nervousness acting up. Looking down at it, all Jordan could see were the tattered remnants of what used to be a pretty decent get-up, hanging from him in strips in some parts and giving anyone who looked at him a perfect view of his plumage trying to escape from the tears in the fabric. Even still, he felt a sense of phantom pressure all over, as if he needed to burst free from those clothes in front of an audience, a thought so alien to his usual self that he actually had to flinch once he realized he just had it.
Trying not to think too much about that rogue desire, Jordan focused on getting what was left of the costume off of him, finding it to be surprisingly tight and unwieldy compared to how easily he had put it on a couple of hours prior. It clearly had shrunk, hadn’t it? That was the only explanation for it, albeit one that he really couldn’t reason his way to given that he himself wasn’t put into a washing machine in the time between dressing up and heading on stage. There was an alternative, but it was so ridiculous that Jordan didn’t even consider it… that is, until he physically ripped the last bit of cloth off from his legs and turned to face the mirror he had on the wall.
He was taller. He couldn’t really explain it in any other words, because it really was that simple: he was a few inches taller. Usually, there was some clearance between the top of his head and the rim of the reflective surface itself, but now that he looked at it, he couldn’t even see all of his haircut, leaving him extremely confused and wondering if the damned frame had slipped down the wall somehow, despite being very much still nailed to it. He kept looking far past the point where he should’ve accepted the reality of the situation, right up until he was pressing both palms against the wall and staring into his reflection’s eyes, hoping perhaps that it would come to life, tell him that he was in some kind of extremely vivid nightmare, only to then wake him up so he could find himself back in bed earlier that morning. Sadly, no such thing came to pass; his mirror-self remained just as he himself was, prompting Jordan to sigh, press his forehead against the glassy surface and allow his eyes to drift downwards towards the floor… and the other part of him that had clearly changed.
He hadn’t noticed until just then, given how busy his mind was at trying to explain away everything else he was seeing, but the bulge in his underwear was significantly bigger than it was normally. Not just bigger in the sense that he was inexplicably aroused and ready to tent any pants that he was wearing, but bigger in the sense that his choice of boxer briefs had, itself, been ripped to shreds trying to contain something that it wasn’t meant to hold. Even as he looked at it, more puzzled than anything else, the last bits of cloth holding back his brand new package gave way, allowing his shaft and nuts to be freed from their confines, flop dowards and weigh far more heavily on him than they used to.
It was only here that Jordan actually reacted, yelping loudly enough for people outside to hear and ask if everything was alright, prompting a very flustered griffin to lie through his teeth and declare that yes, everything was perfectly fine and no one had to worry about anything, all while taking several steps back and tripping onto a couch he kept in the corner of the room. Temporarily breathless, he was at least in the best possible position to admire his brand new junk, standing proud at a good foot in length and accompanied by a set of grapefruit-sized orbs that felt like they hadn’t been emptied in months, something Jordan knew full well was not the case whatsoever.
No matter how shocking this revelation was, no matter how much he should be worried about it, the only thing in his mind was the same sort of arousal that came whenever he stumbled onto a particularly interesting piece of visual art or those rare videos that had more substance to them than an excuse plot and poor acting; the same kind of instinctive, visceral reaction that came prepackaged and delivered to him whenever he laid eyes on a hyper-sized individual and secretly hoped that maybe, one day, he might be like that as well… right before going back to berating himself for ever thinking such thoughts. He should have been worried, but he was mostly just… horny.
Not even aroused or excited, just horny. Desperate for physical attention, needy, wanting someone to come and fix that intense sense of pressure that he was just then becoming aware of, so much so that, before he even knew it, both of his hands had already wrapped themselves around that foot-long shaft and began pumping it, causing the damned thing to grow further as it (presumably) rose to full mast; either that, or it was still packing on mass, which was probably the case given how the nuts underneath it appeared to be slowly bloating outwards as well, a worrying development that Jordan completely missed in his hyper-aroused state. All he really cared about was satisfying that burning need for release that had hit him from nowhere, filled him with want and restlessness, the kind that could only ever be satisfied by plastering half the room in cum and spending ten minutes afterwards gasping for breath, an experience that he could now give himself on demand.
He wasn’t even thinking anymore, all conscious decision-making replaced entirely by primal instincts and the basest of desires, the primitive need to get off and damn the consequences while doing so. The griffin didn’t care when the slightest bit of stimulation somehow managed to get him into full flow, spurting far more precum than he really should so early on, glazing the full length of his cock and making it wonderfully easier for both of his hands to service it more appropriately, occasionally splattering onto his chest and rolling off his feathers.
The fact that he was still growing didn’t seem to register with him, not even when his nuts began to push against the inner portion of his thighs and then had to start spilling over them from just how full they were getting; if anything, this translated into a sense of pressure that informed Jordan that he had to jerk off harder, that he had to work double time in order to achieve climax, or else he might just burst! Those were his thoughts anyway; the reality of it was… slightly more complicated.
Whatever the case, it was clear to everyone outside of his room just what Jordan was doing at that time, and as such they made the wise decision to consciously ignore the noises coming from the other side of that door and just keep moving on with their night, seeing to their tasks like they weren’t hearing someone vigorously and furiously pleasuring themselves just a few yards away. The poor guy just had a terrible first experience on the stage and yet managed to nail his performance, so he was owed some room to cool down… even if he was being so loud that a few of his colleagues suddenly sported permanent blushes whenever they were anywhere near the door to his dressing room. If only they could see what was happening inside, they might be left even worse, because the griffin’s body was absolutely adoring the kind of attention it was receiving, and apparently decided to give its owner exactly what he wanted, in the best way that it could.
Jordan would be lying if he said he never fantasized about growing, especially given that he was always on the small side and came from a family with some rather well-endowed hypers who weren’t afraid to flaunt it, prompting him to develop some extremely confused feelings about some of his more distant relatives. He figured it was all just size envy, and indeed, as soon as he began actively searching for that sort of material, his private hours were occasionally spent wondering how good it would be to become like those people he had saved up in his bookmarks, at least before his rational self pulled him back to reality.
Among all those fantasies, the “growing while jacking off” was probably the most prevalent, both within his own mind and in his reference materials, so the simple fact that it was actually happening, right there in front of him and thanks to his own actions, was simply too good for it to be true. It had to be a dream, had to be an hallucination or something of the sort, because it couldn’t possibly be happening… but if that was the case, then why should he hold back? Better to enjoy it while it lasted, really solidify it in his memory so he could always return to it whenever he needed to have a good time.
With his eyes closed, it was stupendously easy for Jordan to completely miss how both of his orbs, despite already clenching and gurgling so loudly that it was practically indecent, were still bloating. This in spite of them pushing out so much precum onto his groin, his seat, his chest, the floor and a couple of other things that it put most of his proper orgasms to shame, something that he didn’t bother trying to explain, choosing to ride the high for as long as it lasted; meanwhile, both of those hyperactive cum factories were still swelling, still sloshing as their contents were pressure-hosed out of them so that they could be replaced with even more, completely ignoring the laws of thermodynamics or how hydrated his body was.
The sheer amount of his juices flying everywhere should have been enough to get him to at least try and look at what he was doing, but it really wasn’t; all he could bring himself to do was to keep stroking his shaft, marvelling at how it had grown so long that, rather than using both hands on opposite halves of it, he could grip two completely distinct sections, barely be able to hold their full girth, and still have room on the rod’s length for a couple of extra hands as well! It was the sort of thing that he fantasized about whenever his mind ran particularly wild, and it was actually happening to him… hopefully. He still hadn’t ruled out the possibility that it was all a dream (or his conscious mind hadn’t, all the way in the back of his brain inside a cage from which it couldn’t spoil the fun).
The noises were getting loud enough that a couple of the producers began to wonder if they shouldn’t at least try and politely knock on the door to ask Jordan to keep it down, something that no one really wanted to do given how awkward it was. Even still, the griffin was so… effusive in how much he was enjoying his experience that it was becoming genuinely distracting to everyone else, and if no one did anything about it, wrapping up after the performance would take double the amount of time it usually did. Thankfully for everyone involved, someone did do something about it: Jordan himself, when he seriously miscalculated how durable he was and promptly flew off his edge, plummeting down into one of the most mind-shattering climaxes he ever had in his entire life.
Jordan never once thought that he’d be able to cum hard enough to actually see it hit the ceiling and then bounce back to splash over his head, but that’s exactly what happened in the first few seconds of that intensely explosive orgasm, causing him to make a series of rather undignified noises that made everyone waiting outside his room take several steps back and completely abandon whatever plans they had to knock on the door or ask that the griffin quiet down; given what they had just heard, it was probably best that they walk away and try not to think too hard about it, especially given how a small puddle of something that absolutely was not water began to flow under the door just a few moments later, prompting a few onlookers to wonder just where their colleague had been hiding that much productivity.
In actuality, he hadn’t, but his body wasn’t about to let that be an obstacle now that it had unilaterally decided it would be a great time for a second puberty, mid-orgasm and when its owner couldn’t really do anything about it… not that he would, seeing as it was both so over-stimulating that his brain stopped functioning properly and a true dream come true after years of fantasizing about such impossible growth spurts. It wasn’t just his package either, though that one did receive the bulk of the size boost, but his whole body in general, making the couch he was sitting on feel more and more cramped as his entire frame surged outwards and built on what had already been there to ruin the costume in the first place; six feet were easily reached and then passed, followed by seven, eight, and before he knew it, Jordan had his head dangerously close to the ceiling even while sitting down! Not that he was too aware of it, of course; through half-lidded eyes, all he could really see was his own cock and balls in front of him, and though the rest of him would be good entertainment, his shaft and cum factories were the only thing he truly cared about at that point.
To say they were disproportionately large would be just as big of an understatement as those things were themselves, because they were clearly the victors when it came to his unexplained explosion of size. Not only did each load force his cock to bloat out and stay bloated out, constantly adding more and more mass onto it as it thickened and lengthened with each rope of spunk erupting from its tip, but those nuts clenching underneath it seemed to keep on filling regardless of how much they were clearly emptying out; they had already spilled over to the floor and were wide enough that Jordan had to spread his legs just to remain comfortable, pressurized to such a degree that he didn’t know whether he should be howling in pain or moaning in raw, unfiltered pleasure at just how stuffed he was and how much he still had left to give. Even with his body growing in general, his poor hands could barely keep up with the size of the rod they were servicing, but that was alright; the sight of his palms being unable to grasp onto so much as a fraction of his full size made the griffin’s mind spiral out of control and straight down into the kind of mindless, self-feeding carnal ecstasy that he had once believed was far out of his reach.
But now? Now he was staring at a cock, his cock, reaching nearly all the way to the ceiling, about as long if not even longer than his torso was and just about as thick, while the two pendulous orbs feeding it its endless supply of seed continued to swell to disproportionately enormous sizes, perfectly spherical and looking to be so stretched that their surface would probably be smooth to the touch from how taut the skin was. And still he grew, still he carried on packing on mass during the course of his climax, until the top of his head pressed against the wooden boards above him and he had to angle his shaft downwards to keep that from happening to it as well. It didn’t stop until a full ten minutes later, after which the entire dressing room was covered in creamy white, Jordan was left gasping for breath and unable to think properly, and his body was… slightly inconveniently big, not that the griffin himself would put it into those words. Or any words, for that matter; his mind was as spent as his body was.
It took him significantly longer than usual to recover from this state, which wasn’t surprising all things considered; even when his conscious thought process was rebooted and his brain actually began analyzing what his eyes were seeing, Jordan’s body was still sluggish and slow to respond, not to mention sore all over. He didn’t quite know why that was; the thought that growing into a small giant might have some negative consequences simply didn’t occur to him, nor did it feel right to assume that the experience would be anything less than heavenly and perfect, just like when he thought about it those many times before. Still, on trying to get up, he found that his muscles were definitely feeling the sudden drastic changes, and even though he could still move around, the griffin felt like he could use a good night’s sleep to help recover from the “beating” he’d just received.
Nonetheless, no one could deny that the changes were anything but glorious; if it weren’t enough that he had to hunch over just to fit inside of his dressing room, now he had to contend with a package so immensely oversized that he couldn’t help but giggle giddily at the mere sight of it. Even at half-mast, his cock was still so big that he had to bend over just to reach the tip, and every step he took required him to drag those two fat nuts of his underneath him as they grazed against the ground and weighed down on him, forcing him to almost waddle rather than walk normally. And while this would usually make him feel nothing short of panicked, now? Now it was just confirmation that it hadn’t been a hallucination or vivid dream, because there was no way his mind would be able to recreate what he was feeling at that exact moment without being forced to wake up from how overwhelming the pleasure of it all was; no matter how unlikely and improbable, the growth spurt had happened, he was that big… and now he had to deal with everyone else outside.
The realization that he wasn’t yet home slammed into him about as hard as his transformation had, instantly flushing out all the enjoyment from his system once Jordan remembered he still had to leave the theater building and take his car back to his own place, not to mention that now he was responsible for enough flooding that there was cum seeping under the door! Both hands flew to his head as his mind raced with all the possibilities, the certainty that everyone had heard every noise he made, the knowledge that no one would ever let this matter drop and it would certainly turn into a long-running joke in between every member of the troupe. Not just that, but just the thought alone of having to expose himself to everyone outside, to all their lurid stares and avid gazes and the looks of jealousy mixed with sexual arousal that were sure to be elicited, to say nothing of how the couple of hypers they had there would look at him and suddenly feel very inadequate about their own size, it was… it was all…
… it was all a lot better than it should be, honestly.
Jordan could feel the blush on his cheeks grow more powerful the more he allowed himself to think about what would happen the moment he opened that door in front of him. It wouldn’t even help him at all; given his sheer size, there was no way he would ever fit through there, though it was probably the best possible place for him to stick his cock through and thrust his hips to his heart’s content, fucking the tightest “hole” (for lack of a better word) that he had that could still fit him, all while begging for more and making a right mess of the outside hallway. Just the fact that he was even thinking this was enough to make his arousal worse; at no point in his life had he ever considered this possibility, or anything remotely similar, so for his mind to now be looking at it not as a remote fantasy but as something he could and should absolutely do… it was getting hard to focus the longer it went on, doubly so when he considered how much he really felt like seeing just what everyone had to say about him now that he wasn’t such a pipsqueak as before.
Lost in these considerations, Jordan didn’t even notice when he leaned forward and placed his weight on the wall, his hips moving without his conscious input in order to grind the bottom of his cock against it. By the time he became aware of this, it was already too late; sure, it was unorthodox, but as soon as he moved closer still and pressed his chest against his shaft, to say that it was anything other than divine would be nothing less than a damnable lie. It wasn’t just the physical stimulation either; sure, having his shaft stuck between a smooth surface on one side and his fluffy torso onto the other was already good enough, but it was knowing that he was that large, seeing and feeling just how massive and oversized he was that really got him going. Before he even knew it, the wall itself was starting to crumble, plaster was falling off from wherever he was pushing on particularly harshly, and everyone on the other side of it got an eyeful of the absolutely gigantic griffin toppling over once the latest object of his affections promptly gave up the ghost and broke into a thousand pieces, showering everyone in dust and rubble.
Miraculously, no one got hit by Jordan himself, nor stuck beneath that enormous pillar of cockmeat he had attached to him, though after the shock waned and the onlookers got to actually see what had just happened, many wished they had been so “unlucky” as to be standing in the “wrong” place. Gasps coursed through the crowd, muttering erupting between small groups as they tried to make sense out of the fact that Jordan, their smallest, shyest troupe member, was now somehow a near twelve-foot behemoth sporting a package so immensely engorged that even those who didn’t show any preference for those sorts of things began to blush at the mere sight of it. How could they not? It was more than just a dick and a pair of balls, but a symbol of fertility, indulgence, obscenity and excess, the culmination of years of dreaming and hoping made manifest in one glorious cumsplosion that left the previously diminutive griffing a hulking giant waiting to be pleasured by someone of his own size.
Why exactly they would think that last bit was anyone’s guess, but given how big Jordan happened to be, it was very much a case of them not having to worry too much about it; if something as ridiculously unexpected as that could happen, then surely stranger things were just around the corner waiting to surprise a lucky few of them, gods willing. Plus, they already had a couple of folks on the bigger side, so who’s to say that what happened to the griffin wouldn’t spread and infect others?
One thing was for certain though: Jordan himself wasn’t nearly as bashful as he himself thought he would be now that the cat was out of the bag and his body was there for everyone to see. Perhaps it was the fact that he was so large and hefty that the arousal he felt was overwhelming; he certainly decided the best thing to do after landing flat on his cock was to keep bucking his hips and take the opportunity to grind that thing against the ground, lubricated by his own copious productivity. Being that reckless even managed to reward him, seeing as his package was still growing; while his main body remained about the same size it was, the griffin could both feel and see his shaft growing ever larger, until rather than him hugging it as he kept pounding it against the wall in front of him, that beast of a cock managed to outgrow him entirely, growing longer than he was tall and wider than his own torso.
All the while, the two balls he was carrying behind him had burgeoned outwards until they not only filled his old dressing room, but spilled from it as well, having succeeded in breaking through the walls and forcing the ceiling to come down on their heft. After just a few seconds of effort, Jordan was no longer grinding his dick against the floor, but his whole body against his own cock, which had blossomed to become so colossal that he doubted he could get up… but he still needed to try.
Despite the look of it, that titanic pillar of cockmeat was surprisingly easy to carry, presumably because his main form being that big gave him enough of a strength boost to do so. Plus, it had completely wrecked the wall separating the backstage area from the main stage proper, giving Jordan plenty of room to work in to swing that thing around freely, torrents of cum gushing from its tip and coating everything around it in his sticky, hot seed. He wasn’t even paying attention to what this was doing to everyone else; all the griffin could see was the stage, the wide-open and empty section of the community theater that beckoned him to walk towards it and put a show on for the world, for whoever would be daring enough to come look at him.
Though hard to get moving with those two immense weights dragging behind him, Jordan nonetheless put in the effort required to heave his colossal frame forwards, taking step after step and wincing with each one, seeing as his cock just kept getting bigger; he could hear it getting larger, creaking gently like stretched leather as each heartbeat added inches onto it, forcing the poor guy to use his hands to push it down and keep it from bursting through the roof, only for him to moan and drool at the sight of how his palms, once perfectly capable of holding onto his rod in its entirety, now barely managed to cover a fraction of a decimal point of it. This was to say nothing of the cacophonous gurgling emanating from the couple of cumtanks behind him, which seemed to have made it their life’s mission to make it impossible for their owner to think straight from just how loud they were being.
In between his own groaning and grunting, and that of his body complaining as it continued to swell in size and mass, it was easy for Jordan to completely miss the effects that his sudden growth spurt was having on those around him, not to mention the structure he was inside of as well. With his cock long enough that it reached halfway down the aisle of seats in front of the stage, there wasn’t a single inch of the place left that hadn’t been at least slightly splattered with some of his seed, with most of the ground covered in an inch-thick layer that only got thicker as that cock got bigger, the enormous manhood splashing heavily onto the surface of the syrupy lake of spunk it had created once its heft grew too weighty for even the griffin’s body to withstand; the sheer size of that thing was such that it crashed onto the floor with enough force to shake the whole building, still creaking ominously as inches were added in every direction each time Jordan’s heart pumped more blood, still spurting countless gallons of its deliciously virile seed with each throb.
Jordan himself could barely even make sense of it; all he saw was a cock so big that it took up an increasing amount of space in the theater proper and ever more room in his field of vision, rendering him unable to react to it beyond making uncoordinated, flailing movements and moaning like a desperate size slut. Even “worse” was when his base began to bulge out even harder, thickening considerably as two bulbous nubs of flesh protruded from either side, rising to become a structure not unlike a canine knot and leaving the griffin wondering just who exactly would be able to take such an oversized shaft… and the contents of a pair of nuts that had become so large that Jordan could probably curl up inside of them, cock and all!
And while they would never be able to service this giant of a breeding beast, the members of the theater group were certainly trying; all of them, to some degree or another, had had their minds effectively wiped of anything other than sheer arousal, dominated entirely by what was happening right in front of them. All care or concern for decency or fidelity had been duly replaced by an interminable desire for more, and an almost-instinctive understanding that the griffin, their griffin, could grow even larger if only they would take the time to help. So help they did: plenty of them went to his nuts, rubbing themselves all over them before holding onto some part of their surface and attempting to climb to the top, hoping to be away from their path of destruction once they began to tear down the building; others, feeling more proactive, had taken to doing the same to Jordan’s cock, especially his knot once that came in and bulged out into its finalized shape (if not final size).
And indeed, the more effort they put into it, the more of an investment they recouped, leading to the griffin’s growth growing entirely out of control, and his shaft very quickly thickening to the point where it was not only taking up the entirely of the central aisle, but a good half of the entire theater hall itself! They could hear it stretch, bloat and erupt with its liquid contents, pushing itself to become larger, longer and girthier, even as its constant bubbling of spunk did nothing to impede the unending, inexorable filling of the cum factories supplying it with the very same fluids it was using to flood the entire building… the very same fluids that had begun to wreak havoc on everyone else’s biology as well.
They would never become as massive as Jordan himself, that much was a given, but that didn’t stop them from acquiring a bit of his colossal new heft from constant exposure to what was apparently heavily-transformative seed. Be it because they just had some of it splash on them or because they actively bathed in it in a deliberate attempt at triggering such a change in their bodies, not a single person present there was as they had been just a few minutes prior. Be it their height increasing a couple of feet, their assets inflating with milk or cum (or just growing outright without the need for fluid build-up), their musculature multiplying upon itself or everything happening at once, no longer were there only two hypers in the entire troupe; now, at long last, everyone there could share in the same level of immenseness that the griffin did, even if they never really reached his full size… and never would, because that giant was once again growing.
Not merely having his cock become larger or his balls fill further even while in full flow, but properly grow out, his entire form burgeoning in every direction as it once more filled up space proportionately rather than in just a few specific places. This of course meant those specific places grew along with it as well, maintaining their unbalanced girth compared to Jordan’s main body even as he reached and surpassed fifteen feet in height; in practice, this effectively meant that both his nuts and his shaft exploded with so much more mass that, by the time his head hit the ceiling, his dick was already squeezing against opposite walls of the auditorium, its tip had breached the façade of the building, smashed through parked cards and slammed into the restaurant on the other side of the road (coincidentally kickstarting yet another round of brand new hypers), and his nuts had barrelled through the rest of the community theater behind him, ending up spilling into the parking lot out back and flattening every car that happened to be there into a thin, metallic disk. Once the griffin reached twenty feet, once he broke through the ceiling proper and was now free to gaze upon the city around him, each of his heartbeats added yards onto his length and girth, thousands of gallons into each of his enormous orbs, until he could see his shaft throbbing and pulsating… but never quite coming back down. It was supposed to, it was supposed to bloat larger and then settle back down at a slightly larger size than before, but instead, it performed a “half-pulse” and remained at the high point, at least until the next “half-pulse” came around and left it even larger. It was a process that he couldn’t explain, but one that all-but ensured that his growth was now fully out of control and there wasn’t a single thing either him or anyone else could do about it.
And he loved it.
Though he couldn’t really pleasure any significant part of himself, that didn’t stop Jordan from trying. Now fully seated upon his throne of nutflesh, he could afford to use his hands, legs and feet to rub up against that colossal, skyscraper-sized manhood he sported, groaning so loudly that it would’ve been painful to everyone around if not for the gurgling of his balls being somehow even more powerful than his throat noises were. All the little ones cared about was rubbing, kneading, poking, grabbing, squeezing, adding to the continuous burst of size that ensured that everyone and anyone in that city could perfectly see just how titanic the griffin was, and how each and every beat of his heart left his cock so bloated that it felt like it was being inflated with air from an equally-gigantic pump.
It wouldn’t take long before he reached the first mile, and by that point, there was very little to hold him back from just carrying on, from just swallowing up more terrain now that he didn’t need to worry about actually stepping on it. There he was, high upon two orbs stuffed with his cum, producing at such an insanely fast rhythm that they somehow managed to keep bloating and filling up despite his shaft being in full flow, countless olympic swimming pools’ worth of his spunk shot out every half-second. Yet, he still felt pent-up, still felt like he needed to cum harder, and so he kept on stimulating himself in the hopes of achieving that mythical climax that he had once dreamed so much about: the same one that would not only coat half the bloody country in his seed, but would give him one final size upgrade so massive that he’d be able to be seen from orbit. Damn the consequences and how he’d be able to live after that, those were things that non-giants worried about; right now, all he cared about was growing. Growing, filling, burgeoning outwards and every synonym in the book plus several others that weren’t, now and forever, forever and always.
Only then, maybe, would he be satisfied.
Maybe. |
Goddess' Grove
Shawn shivered beneath the cover of his makeshift blanket, the torn fabric that had once been his boat's sail. Once again he tried to figure out what had happened, how he'd managed to start out his day drinking and fishing on his tiny fifteen-foot sailboat and end up with the bottom of the boat torn to hell, washing up on what was obviously a tropical coast.
He hadn't been anywhere near the ocean, for pity's sake. He'd been about as far as you could possibly get. The lake he'd set sail on didn't even have an outlet that you could take a boat through. There had been a sudden thunderstorm and a dense fog that had swept over the lake in an instant, and then next thing Shawn knew, halfway through his case of Budweisers, he'd heard the sound of the boat's hull smashing against solid rock. He'd fallen asleep, or been knocked unconscious somehow, since the sound had awoken him. The clouds remained, but the fog had cleared, allowing Shawn to get a look at the damage.
The boat had been beat to utter shit, the sail was ripped and torn, and there was a hole big enough to fit his head in. He most certainly wasn't going to be sailing his way out. Only after surveying the damage did he turn and look at the shore, finding it covered in palm trees. Looking back out onto the water it was certainly not the mucky lake he had expected, it stretched across the horizon without an end in sight.
He'd taken down the tattered sail, as it wasn't going to do him any good, and gone over his potential foodstuffs. Seven cans of beer, a few sticks of beef jerky, a bag of potato chips, and the three fish he'd managed to catch before the oddness started. The fish were still in their bucket, but he'd need to start a fire in order to safely cook them.
He'd been out looking for firewood when a downpour started, sending him running back to the boat to take shelter in the little cushioned cubby-hole in the front of the boat. He'd stripped out of his sodden clothes, and wrapped himself up in what remained of the sail, still as baffled and confused as before.
"God or whoever," he muttered under his breath as sleep began to overtake him, "I'll do whatever it takes to get out of here."
-o-
Shawn woke up with a start, a soft cry of pleasure escaping his lips, an incredible bolt of pleasure shot through him, his already erect cock erupting with several jets of seed, making a sticky mess of the former sail.
That, of course, meant going to find firewood. He pondered eating something before going out, but he had no idea if he was going to find a ready supply of fresh water, so the potato chips weren't a good idea, and the beef jerky still in its vacuum sealed individual servings would keep just about forever. His fish would not. But his biggest worry was going to be dehydration. What was the saying? Three weeks without food, three days without water, three minutes without oxygen? His beer was just about useless for hydration. As he headed into the wooded shore he found himself trying to figure out how to boil sea water and collect the vapor into normal water with just his fish bucket and beer cans.
After a good 45 minutes of collecting twigs and dried leaves, the best he had was to boil water in the bucket and had an unopened can above the vapor, possibly at an angle so it would drip down into an empty can. He had no idea if it would work, but it would at least be worth a try. He'd give it a shot once he had some food in him and collected a bit more wood. There was a nice deadfall not too far from where he had washed up. Shawn had decided he'd drag that down to the beach later. It wasn't a huge tree by any means, its trunk barely thicker than his wrist. For now he was content with an armful of twigs and dead leaves.
He took one last look around the small clearing for any more sticks, stopping by a rocky, vine-covered cliff face for a moment. He just about jumped as he felt a sudden warm breeze from behind him, almost like someone was breathing down his neck.
The young man spun around, wielding a stick as a makeshift weapon to strike the beast behind him. But rather than a creature, he found a few rays of light peeking out through the vines.
Shawn brushed them aside to find what looked very much like a doorway hewn from the rock. Stepping inside he found himself in something that looked more like a room cut from the stone than a tunnel. There were spaces cut in the rock to act as shelves, a slab of rock sticking from the wall that acted as a table, as well as a pair of rocks with smooth, flat tops to serve as chairs. Also cut from solid stone was a section that looked like it was meant to serve as a recessed bed, and what appeared to be a mix between a stove and a fireplace, with a gleaming silvery plate of metal atop it serving as the stove top.
There was a thick layer of leaf litter upon the ground, and most of the objects on the shelves, books, and scrolls from the looks of them, had succumbed to mold and mildew, leaving only a few scraps. One of the shelves revealed the source of the cave's carving; a hammer, chisel, pickaxe, and a hatchet all made of the same gleaming metal. It almost seemed to glow in the semi-darkness; oddly they showed no signs of wear or rust, untouched by the ravages of time. The cave hadn't been used in years, perhaps even centuries. Shawn was thankful for his luck, the little cave would provide a more comfortable shelter than his boat would, and it even had a place to build a fire. The cushions from the boat's cubby hole and the sail turned blanket would work just as well in the stone alcove.
The cave was quite the fortuitous find, and Shawn found himself curious as to what it had for a backyard, as another curtain of vines served to cover a second doorway, opposite the first.
The young man stepped out into what had likely once been a rather beautiful garden. Flagstones rested beneath his feet, covered with a thick coating of leaf litter. Some of the flowering plants, vines, and bushes had gone feral, overflowing their original places and claiming as much space as they could. But despite the rampant overgrowth beneath them, and on occasion upon them, the centerpieces of the garden still stood tall and proud. A number of tall, towering trees stood in evenly space rows, their leaves perfectly healthy, their branches sporting a number of fruits.
The shapes were familiar, but the colors seemed all wrong. Pale blue cherries, bright pink oranges, intensely purple pears, deep red bananas, and silvery grey coconuts. Well, at least Shawn assumed they were coconuts. They still had their fleshy outer casing on, but what other tree had fruits so big that they looked like they'd crack your skull if the tree got in a good shot? Everything seemed safe to eat, after all Shawn didn't see any dead birds or bats or anything around. So it looked like he wouldn't starve after all. So all that left was...
Wait, if this was a garden, the plants would likely need to be watered. So there would have to be some source of fresh, flowing water. And the most accessible place to put as water source would be right in the middle.
Shawn grinned as he saw the leaf clogged fountain. He immediately began reaching in and yanking out handfuls of leaves from the top tier. With the damp leaves gone, the tiny trickle that the fountain had been forcing up quickened, and in a few moments clean, clear water had filled the top basin and began trickling down to the one below it. The water wasn't cold, as Shawn had expected, in fact it was pleasantly warm. A bit warmer than the sea water had been, actually. He cupped his hands and took a drink, finding the water to have a slightly sweet taste to it, so it wasn't sea water. It would probably be safe to drink.
He moved around the fountain, emptying it of leaves. The bottom tier wasn't a perfectly rounded bowl like the other two; however, it had sort of a spout to it, pouring out into a narrow channel, also filled with plant debris.
Shawn followed the small trench along, cleaning it out as he went. He wanted to have as big of a water supply as he could. Though he didn't think that it would dry up, it didn't hurt to be cautious. He'd have to find a way to block up the bottom of the fountain, or the end of the drainage trench.
When he got to the end, Shawn's smile widened. Or he could just let it flow into the hot-tub looking pond carved out of the rock along one of the garden's walls. Like the fountain, the tub also had a lowered lip on one end, pouring the excess water down onto a manhole-sized opening in the floor, covered with a grate of that odd silvery metal. It likely lead into the ocean itself.
All in all it seemed that the place would be a perfect home and shelter for Shawn, at least until he was rescued. He hoped he was just on some bit of coast, rather than an island somewhere. With an abundant food and water supply, he could venture out and start exploring the area. He'd do that in the morning. Right now he needed to bring in his meager supplies and bedding, and then cook breakfast. After all, he had a proper griddle and some tools that could be used to properly clean the fish, as well as to help with cutting wood. He had even begun to hum to himself happily as he turned back towards the little cave. His eyes caught something placed above the door, a carving of a killer whale, with a trident-shape symbol set into the stone behind it. He got the feeling that it was some kind of religious marking.
"Well, thanks to your followers for building this place," he said with a chuckle, giving a small bow to the icon before heading inside.
The silvery trident began to gently glow as Shawn passed underneath it, but the young man saw nothing, focused as he was on breakfast.
-o-
Shawn lay back on his makeshift bed, which while not the paragon of comfort, was tolerable and far better than sleeping on cold rock. Dinner had been excellent, he'd cooked up his fish, had a few potato chips, but the salty snacks had gone ignored in favor of the pink oranges. At first he'd thought they were small grapefruits, but upon opening them up the distinctive scent of orange was there. He must've eaten half a dozen of them, using the hatchet he cut them into quarters. They were absolutely delicious, wonderfully sweet and juicy, but the flavor had been subtly different from the common orange, which made them all the more tantalizing.
He wasn't sleepy, but he found himself drifting into a light doze just the same. With a warm meal in his belly and a roof over his head, Shawn felt fantastic. Though he found himself wishing he had company. Some busty, lusty island girl clad in nothing but her bared chest and a grass skirt. He could just about imagine it, her kneeling down before him, her large breasts sandwiching his cock between them, the lips parting with a soft moan to encircle his manhood...
Hopefully if he rubbed one out tonight before bed, he wouldn't have to deal with waking up to a mess in the morning. Shawn chuckled and tugged his manhood free from his shorts, wrapping a hand around it. Was it his imagination, or did it feel a bit bigger than before? He looked down at his length. It seemed to be a little bit longer, but it was noticeably thicker; like half again as thick as it was supposed to be.
It seemed silly, it was probably just a trick of the light and shadow provided by the fireplace. But bigger or not, it felt pretty good. He found himself fixating upon the imagined island girl's breasts; big and heavy, topped with dark nipples.
His little fantasy took an odd turn, as rather than imagining the island girl sucking his cock, he began to imagine himself fondling her tits. Mmm... running his hands up over her tight, smooth belly, hardly an ounce of fat on her from her hard work, farming, fishing, swimming.
Shawn didn't notice that his imagined motions were being carried out by his hands upon his own body. Nor did he notice the subtle shifting of flesh. His midsection began to firm up, showing the beginnings of a six-pack, the muscles upon his arms and legs shifting and strengthening as well. But the muscle tone wasn't quite right; the proportions were a bit off. While the muscular build Shawn was gaining was quite well developed, it was not that of a well-muscled man, the proportions were more that of well-muscled woman. There was a slight narrowing of the waist and broadening of the hips.
The young man's face began to shift as well, features softening, not quite feminine, but most certainly androgynous. No man would be sporting the bubble butt that he'd imagined on the island girl however, which was rapidly becoming a feature of his own body.
He let out a moan, his hands beneath his shirt as he imagined himself cupping his lover's big, perfect breasts, not noticing that the flesh around his nipples had begun to swell outward. Shawn moaned, bucking his hips, thrusting against the air. His shaft seemed to leak an almost continuous stream of precum. In his mind Shawn began to slowly trace circles over the girl's erect nipples, while in the flesh his own nipples had begun to darken, going from pink to brown and eventually ending up midnight black. But rather than the island girl's tan, Shawn's own skin began to grow pale. Shawn let out a soft moan, arching his back as his new breasts swelled to match the image he had in his fantasy. Very large, not quite to the point where they would have to be fake, but potentially confused for implants. In his fantasy he imagined himself leaning down to plant a kiss upon a pert nipple, only to suddenly find t-shirt fabric in the way.
The touch snapped Shawn out of his trance, and he looked down upon his altered form in confusion, only able to utter a stunned "What?" before his feminized form erupted with delicious climax.
It took a good minute or two before the tremors of pleasure finally ceased running through Shawn's body. He stripped off his semen-soaked shirt, casting it aside to get a better look at the plentiful breasts that now adorned his chest. A soft moan escaped from his lips as he gave them an exploratory squeeze. They were most definitely his.
"What the hell?" he murmured, eyes wide. He noticed his voice sounded different, a little more feminine but not exactly that of a woman; totally androgynous. "I must've fallen asleep after dinner, there's no way this could be real," he said to himself.
Shawn stepped out into the garden, not dark and shadowy with the set sun as he'd thought, but rather well-lit due to the glowing of the fruits upon the trees. The flow from the fountain was trickling along splendidly, and the hot tub looking pond was half full of the warm water. He didn't bother to remove the rest of his clothing as he hopped in.
And found himself still sporting breasts with the added bonus of being damp. "Shit, this... this is real," the shemale murmured. Maybe it had been the fruit? Fruit didn't usually glow like that. How could something like this be possible? And could it be reversed? He'd picked up these changes by eating the pink fruits so maybe if he ate something blue that things would go back to normal?
He climbed from the tub, dripping wet, and walked over to the tree sporting blue cherries. He had no idea if it would work, or what weird thing it might do to him. In the fairy tales there was always some other plant in the garden that reversed the changes caused by the other ones. All of this seemed to be very magical, what with his being whisked out of the middle of an inland lake and then suddenly sporting an uncomfortably feminine body.
Shawn sighed and plucked a pair of radiant blue cherries from the tree popped one in his mouth. It seemed to be all he could do to resist immediately devouring another one and then going for more. He waited for a few moments and felt nothing. But then a tingle began to spread through his body, centered upon his loins. The shemale groaned as he felt his cock stirring to arousal once more. But the blood kept flowing, with his rod extending further and further, growing thicker and thicker. But that was not the only alteration taking place. He felt the tingle spreading into muscle and bone alike, making it grow, stretch, and swell. He found himself quickly several inches taller, his muscles larger and more masculine. It seemed that the blue fruit didn't make one more masculine, it merely accentuated male traits.
"Dammit!" Shawn growled, making the cherry tree shake by striking it with his fist. Did he dare sample any more of what the garden had to offer in the hope that one of the items would reverse his transformation? What if they did something far worse than give him tits and make his muscles grow? Like what if they turned him into an animal, or another tree to add to the garden or something?
He'd try one or two more, small bites rather than whole fruits, in hopes that any changes wouldn't be as radical. Shawn sighed and looked around, grabbing a purple pear, as well as plucking a black skinned apple from another tree, the only fruit in the garden that didn't appear to be glowing.
Shawn drew in a breath through his teeth, his cock had begun to ache and was almost begging to be touched. He winced as he headed back to the cave, stripping off his sodden, tight clothing and shoes. He stared at the two fruits, picking up the apple first.
"Well, let's hope you don't do anything too terrible..." he muttered, taking a bite. But this time he couldn't stop himself, and before Shawn knew it, he'd devoured the entire fruit, leaving little behind but the thinnest of cores and the stem.
Thankfully this time the power did nothing to further excite his already throbbing cock. It seemed to be more widely spread. Once again Shawn felt himself growing, but rather than mere height and fitness alterations, these changes seemed to be altering his build somewhat. While the blue fruit had just scaled him up and packed on a bit of muscle, the black fruit seemed to be making his body broader, more powerful, as well as serving to soften out some of the muscular definition that the two previous fruits had added. He groaned at the sight, there was no way his pants and shoes were going to fit now, and his t-shirt was going to leave his belly hanging out. But the fruit didn't stop there. Shawn's eyes widened as the color began to leech out of his skin, leaving him porcelain pale in an instant. A tickling sensation upon his scalp drew Shawn's attention there and he ran a hand over his head to find his short hair missing. His ears began to tingle as well, and the young man felt them receding into his head.
"What the hell is going on?" he said, nearly panicking. There was a strange pressure building in his lower back, just at the base of his spine. It ached and throbbed, like getting a finger pinched in a door and not being able to get it free right away. Shawn cried out as a new limb seemed to almost burst forth from just above his rump. He sighed in relief as the pain and pressure vanished. Looking over his shoulder he saw that his tail had a broad fin on the end, like that of a dolphin. No, definitely not a dolphin; his skin was beginning to darken in places, leaving behind the pure white in others. He recognized the coloration immediately; that of a killer whale, an orca. Well, he supposed that technically they WERE a kind of dolphin...
Though not particularly wanted, he supposed that if he had another piece or two of the black fruit, he'd be Orca enough to be able to survive in the ocean, maybe even be able to swim back to civilization. Though that was an option, Shawn found himself reluctant to do so. Trying it would be a huge risk. If there was something magical on the island, there might be something equally magical in the sea, like some giant sea monster that would eagerly gobble him up. He shuddered at the thought, absently stroking his new tail, shivering at the sensations.
Living on the island might not be so bad. He'd barely even had a chance to explore. And even though he kept thinking of the place as an island, it might very well be attached to some bit of mainland or something. You just always got shipwrecked on islands; it was what all the stories were about, after all. He just hoped he wouldn't end up having conversations with a volleyball or something.
Shawn let out another sigh and devoured the glowing purple pear, almost dreading what sort of terrible alteration would come over his body. He was still waiting for the surge of sensation almost a minute later when a sudden tightness seized his midsection. He doubled over as he felt his guts churning, something happening within him.
Her; Shawn suddenly realized as a second throbbing ache joined that of her cock. It definitely felt like she had all the proper girly plumbing in place now. Breasts, vagina, uterus, she definitely had all the girl parts. But then again she also had all the guy parts as well. She was some weird mish-mosh of gender characteristics. She was some sort of human-animal man-woman freak of nature. But that wasn't the worst part.
The worst part was that it all felt good. More than good, it felt great, wonderful. It felt incredible to be so large and powerful, with a big thick tail, sleek black and white skin, and a well-endowed form in both the male and female sense. It seemed that each climax Shawn experienced on the island became more and more intense than the last, and each act of sexual release seemed to... trigger some sort of growth or alteration.
Shawn's wet dream that morning, it had more than likely resulted in the enlarged cock she'd had, but not really noticed until later in the day. It wouldn't hurt to give her body what it was aching for. It would be so much easier to get to sleep by satisfying the dual aches in her loins, rather than try to sleep with an incredible urge for sex shooting through her body.
If only it didn't feel so good...
-o-
Shawn winced as she awoke; now expecting her body to erupt like a geyser whenever she awakened. It had been several days since her transformation, and while she didn't like what had happened to her, she had quickly gotten used to a half male, half female body, as well as sporting a fifth limb sticking out from her backside.
She let out a sigh as she picked up the drenched pads that made up her bedding, thankfully waterproof, and the tattered sail that severed as her blanket, also easily washable. It was becoming a part of daily routine; wake up to explosive, messy climax, explore the island, gather wood and the occasional bits of fruit or nuts that she could find, practice swimming and fishing, stop off at the home cave ever so often to fuel the fire to assure it wouldn't go out, and then to bed. Of course there were the frequent bouts of self-pleasure she had to engage in during the day, as well as her bedtime ritual; essentially masturbating herself to sleep.
Where the hell did all the fluid come from? Shawn was sure she was putting out more than she was taking in, and she wasn't dehydrated in the slightest. Shawn had been looking around for sources of fruit on the island; the last few days of exploring had shown her that it was in fact an island. Today's task would be to try and climb to the highest point she could find in order to see if there were any nearby landmasses or possibly other islands.
The orca herm let out a sigh as she sunk into the warm water of the pond. She supposed she ought to be somewhat thankful for her alterations, as they had made things go much easier. She was bigger and stronger by far than she had been as a human male, and her stamina was incredible. She hadn't had the slightest ache or pain since her transformation, not even after hours of walking. Though smooth and sleek, her white and black skin was rather tough as well. Her shoes no longer fit, but even in the places where the ground was rocky she felt no discomfort. She could swim for hours and hours, and do so with remarkable ease, her tail made it so very, very easy to swim, and she was very fast. She could hold her breath for an unbelievable amount of time, and with nothing more than a stick carved into a point she could catch all the food she'd ever need. She'd never been fond of fish, but likely due to her transformation they were absolutely delicious. She'd even eaten a few raw while swimming. It had been just an absent minded thing. Her tummy had been rumbling, so she'd just plucked one of her spear and begun to snack on it.
Shawn looked out at the orchard and sighed, there were about twenty or thirty different kinds of edible plant, mostly fruits on the trees and bushes, but there also seemed to be vegetables to be had, though that section of the garden was somewhat walled off due to the overgrowth of grapes and raspberries. She could see glowing ears of corn at night. And likely every single one of them would alter her body in some way if she ate it. Curiosity was killing her; Shawn was positive that there would be something in the garden that would reverse her changes. But considering how much her body had been altered by sampling less than a half dozen of the fruits, she was terrified that she'd end up with some sort of horrible alteration. Even worse was the fact that she seemed to hunger for them. Twice now she had been gripped with the urge to eat the garden's glowing bounty. The first was when Shawn had found herself absently pulling one of those shiny black apples from the tree as she walked past. She had almost taken a bite out of it before she realized what she was doing. The second was the night before, when she'd climbing up onto the grape trellis in an attempt to peek over and see what was in the treeless section of the garden. She'd squashed a few grapes which had pure white skins, and even the juice had made her body tingle a little bit. Once the feelings of alteration had started, Shawn had hopped down and ran to the fountain to wash it off. She wasn't sure if anything had been altered, but she was almost positive that her breasts were a little bit bigger than before.
But being unfamiliar with feminine anatomy, Shawn had no idea if drinking water or swimming or anything like that had any effect on bust size. Hell, it might've been something to do with being half killer whale for all she knew. Shawn was nearly frightened by the rate with which she had accepted things, the existence of a likely magical fruit that warped the body and potentially the mind upon consumption, going from an un-athletic young man to a towering white and black behemoth with a pair of breasts to die for, and a set of fully functional male and female equipment...
The orca blushed, the white upon her face turning pinkish. She'd started to wonder more and more about certain things. She'd caught herself eying the handles of some of her tools, curious as to what it would feel like to have a proper hard length of something inside of her. She'd only had a pussy for three or four days, and already she was craving cock, or the nearest equivalent she could manage being alone on the island.
She ignored her body's urges for the time being, there was no use wasting time playing with herself. It wasn't like it would help much anyway; she'd just be horny again in less than an hour. The orca washed her body carefully, trying her best not to further enflame her lusts.
The pool of water was left behind with great reluctance, as Shawn found herself enjoying being in it more and more every day, though she preferred the fresh water of the pond to the salty sea water, it felt... odd to her. She felt the most comfortable in the pond/hot tub type of thing at the edge of the garden. She let herself drip dry for a few minutes, looking around at the overgrown garden as she did so. If she couldn't see some sort of mainland from the top, odds were it would be best to stay put. Maybe try and keep a signal fire of some sort lit in the hopes of drawing the attention of ships. But then again, Shawn wasn't sure she wanted the attention.
Magic didn't exist; at least it didn't before something sorcerous had happened to her. Looking up at the sky at night, things were odd, different. Shawn couldn't find either of the Dippers in the sky, nor the familiar trio of Orion's Belt. And even during the day there were some... oddities; dark, round shapes in the sky. Some of them no more than tiny pinpricks, others that looked about as large as the full moon.
Shawn was probably on a different world entirely. She had no idea what the natives were like, or if she'd be able to communicate. Perhaps it might just be best to stay on the island? She made a wager with herself: if she saw a large land mass, she'd go with a signal fire for a week or two, and then try to swim to it. If not? Well, despite the oddness of it, Shawn was kind of enjoying her altered body, and her curiosity about the fruits kept eating at her.
She'd gone over her boat, looking for anything that might be useful. The bag the sail was meant to be stored in had been a godsend, making the process of carrying wood and tinder rather easy. And a few carelessly discarded plastic water bottles tossed into the interior allowed her to carry around a bit of fresh water. The orca had rinsed the wood chips and leaf bits out of the bag in preparation for today, when she was going to use it as a lunch sack. She'd wrapped some cooked bits of fish in large, thick, waxy leaves and packed two bottles of water. So a little bit of fruit for desert might be nice.
But what fruits to bring? She seemed to have already gotten a little effect from the grapes, and truth be told, a bigger bust didn't seem all that bad. And to go with them perhaps some of the silvery-blue blue berries from the bush right beside the grapes? The berries seemed to be essentially the same color as the odd metal that made up the tools Shawn had found. She flung one at a tree, just to make sure that they weren't equally hard. But no, the berry gave a satisfyingly juicy splat.
Oddly Shawn felt herself kind of hoping that she wouldn't find anything. She kind of... wanted to change more. Though most of all she was worried about not getting the proper vitamins and such, considering that without the garden's bounty her diet would be pretty much all fish.
After securing her potential lunch in the bag, she returned to the garden, peering up at the trees. The mere thought of biting into one of the fruits, having the tingling spreading over her, and then some interesting alteration taking place made her heart start racing. She felt giddy at the prospect.
Shawn reached up and grabbed on of the black apples from its tree, "Well, I hope you don't turn me into some sort of orca mermaid, 'cause I need my legs today." She said to the gleaming black fruit with a chuckle before she bit into it.
It was just as delicious as the previous one had been. The juicy flesh and sweet juice spreading over her tongue, coupled with the mysterious additional tinge of taste that seemed to be what Shawn truly craved. She devoured the apple, core and all, and then licked her fingers clean of the juices.
She felt herself growing again, adding several additional inches to her height, her body bulking up, becoming more powerful. The orca had to be at least seven feet in height by now. The tingling was more intense than before, settling deeper into her, making her bones ache for a moment as the reshaped themselves to better suit her altered muscles, as well as shaping her to be more like the sea creature and less like a human. The ache felt oddly good, like a deep tissue massage releasing pockets of built up tension. Shawn found herself quite enjoying the transformation, even as it drove her to her knees. Her shifting legs couldn't hold her vertical as they changed, bones popping and shifting, lengthening and shortening. In a few moments Shawn had gone from walking flat on her feet to walking on the balls of her feet.
Her fingers and toes began to alter as well, short, but wicked looking claws emerging from the tips as the black flesh grew over where the nails used to be. They were most certainly not what a killer whale had, but it seemed that Shawn was being rebuilt for life as a predator on both land and sea, not merely and oceangoing hunter. The claws would help on land, but a new addition would help with the sea: webbing began to grow between her digits, meant to allow her hands and feet to act much as her full on animal counterpart's fins and flippers. Shawn found herself rather pleased with the changes.
A pressure began building between Shawn's shoulder blades, released as a graceful black dorsal fin began to extend. She winced at that, with her tail and fin, as well as her size, her clothing was certainly not going to fit any longer. She'd just managed to squeeze into her t-shirt the previous day, but her pants had been a no go.
From the fin to her face, Shawn felt the bones begin to push out, reforming her human face into a short, rounded snout. She almost giggled at the strange tickling, vibrating sensation that accompanied the change, altering her teeth to be a bit more like those of an orca.
Shawn grinned, feeling the slight differences in muscle tension on her altered face. Well, that wasn't so bad. In fact, it had been rather fun. Most everything was an improvement in some way.
A few quick slices with her hatchet to remove the sleeves and open the side seams was all it took to make a shirt meant for a much smaller individual into a makeshift tied off top. The head hole served well as an opening for Shawn's dorsal fin, and the two large sections of fabric served well to hold her breasts in place, the whole thing held together by a large knot tied in the middle. Certainly it wasn't perfect, but Shawn found herself rather liking the look of the garment. The t-shirt fabric stretched tightly across her tits, leaving next to nothing to the imagination. She blushed as the thoughts went through her mind.
Goddess, she just wanted to fondle herself. Daily goal be damned. But she managed to stave off her lustful urges, grabbing her bagged lunch and heading off towards the middle of the island, towards the rocky cliff that rose up. The island was rather interesting, in that there were sections that seemed to be barren, while others blossomed with life. The lively areas were the ones of the half of the island where her little garden was, and the dry, gravelly, quasi-scrubland essentially directly opposite it.
Shawn didn't expect much of a climb. From what she'd seen during her exploration of the island, the part of the raise middle of the rock seemed more of a slightly steep, but wooded hill, while on the other side it was a much steeper, jagged cliff face. While it wouldn't be an easy walk by any means, Shawn was sure that her beautiful, powerful, athletic body would easily be able to make it.
-o-
The orca herm drew in deep breaths as she broke free of the tree line and undergrowth. She would never have been able to make the climb as a human. She might not have even been able to make it as she had been the previous day. Her clawed fingers and toes had helped tremendously; being able to dig in to the rich, loamy earth, or to get a good hold by digging them into a tree.
The sound of running water drew her attention as she pulled herself up to the top of the hill. The area was flat, the part not open to the forest featuring spires of rock that stretched up into the sky, making a sort of natural fence, or perhaps giving the look of a crown.
There were a number of overgrown objects in the clearing, statues from the looks of them, each perhaps twice as tall as Shawn herself. Four statues, low and squat, surrounded the central one, which seemed to be situated atop a raised platform, almost like an island. Water flowed from the four surrounding statues, which trickled down the side of the mountain, providing the fresh water needed for plants to grow. Unfortunately from her current position she couldn't see over the trees behind her, nor the rocks everywhere else. She set her lunch bag down and sighed, wading through the water to the central statue, getting a hold of the vines and then climbing up it.
Shawn managed to get herself situated on top of the overgrown statue, shaped to be rather like a humanoid figure sitting down. The orca herm found herself rather curious as to what it looked like underneath the overgrowth. She knelt upon one of the seated figures shoulders, gripping some of the vines growing upon the head, slowly raising herself up.
It was only then that Shawn looked out to the sea around the island, and saw nothing. As far as the eye could see, there was only flat, blue-green, featureless ocean.
"Well, shit," she muttered, feeling kind of disappointed, but also a little anxious at the thought of what lurked in her lunch bag.
She hopped down and began to nibble on grapes as she began to pull foliage from the central statue. The grapes were perfect, sweet, juicy, and with a wonderfully crisp crunch to them. Almost as if to make up for the lack of arousal earlier in the day, Shawn felt her cock almost immediately go rigid.
Her manhood wasn't quite human any more. Oh certainly she could see traces of it in the shape, but the hard-on between her legs now was long and tapered, that of a sea-faring orca rather than a land-dwelling human. She ignored it as she continued to eat and work, popping a handful of the silvery-blue berries into her mouth.
The orca's body shivered as something new took root in her mind. Shawn grinned as she cleared away the vines from the faintly glowing symbol at the base of the statue. It was a silver metallic trident, glowing with a faint blushing light; identical to the metal that Shawn's tools had been made out of. The sight of it spurred her one, the orca gripping bines and tearing them away with her great strength.
In a few minutes the statue was fully revealed in all its glory. Shawn gasped at the sight of it. It was crafted from what appeared to be a mix of perfectly shaped marble and obsidian, sculpted into the shape of a massive orca-woman. Though much like Shawn, the statue was bulky and well muscled, her tones were decidedly that of a female, rather than Shawn's half and half male/female build. The statue's eyes gleamed with blue-silver light, and Shawn found herself kneeling and bowing her head before the statue for a moment. She raised her gaze, looking over the statue, admiring its beauty, its curves, its hand clutching the rounded, pregnant belly and... Shawn found herself licking her lips, the wonderfully large obsidian cock that made her shiver just at the sight of it, her body letting loose with a surge of lubrication.
She wasn't sure what it was exactly, but Shawn found herself wanting to be more like the statue, like the goddess of the sea it was meant to represent. Oddly enough she found herself even wanting a big, round belly, filled with growing life.
Shawn felt an odd wetness upon her chest. Looking down she could see wet spots in the fabric over her nipples. As she watched, she could feel the makeshift garment growing tighter and tighter. The herm blushed a bit as she undid the knot, allowing the grapes to fully take effect. A loud moan parted her lips as her breasts, no longer contained by the top, surged in size, filling with creamy, delicious milk. Shawn couldn't keep her hands off them, even as she climbed onto the statue's platform. She was a mess, dripping from her breasts, cock, and cunny alike as she made her way to the sea goddess's stone shaft.
A sigh of blissful relief escaped Shawn as she lowered herself onto the huge obsidian penis. Despite its massive size it seemed to fit within Shawn perfectly, the shape rubbing up against her most sensitive areas in ways that made her feel so good that it was hard to think straight. The orca herm bent down, sandwiching her own large shaft between her heavy, milk-filled breasts. She felt the tingle of transformation flowing through her, altering a few things here and there, all of them seemed to be inside her, nothing to worry about. All that mattered right now was giving the proper devotion to her goddess.
Shawn had been saved, brought to the island, by the goddess' power. It had guided her to the shelter, to the garden, it had coaxed him into becoming the wonderful, beautiful creature that could make the journey to the island's peak in order to provide proper adoration and worship, and now the goddess' power was working over Shawn again. It filled her body with such sweet pleasure, such delicious bliss that the tiny creature that she had been would have never been able to experience, and would always have been the lesser for it.
The new devotee of the sea goddess threw back her head as her pleasure reached its peak, her milk-laden breasts and twin sexes making such a mess of her goddess' statue as she came. But the bigger mess came when the statue itself erupted.
The orca herm felt her womb filled for the first time, with jet after jet of thick, hot, heavy cum. Even as her womb swelled to contain the sacred seed, more still leaked from between where flesh and blood met solid stone.
Shawn's climax seemed to last forever and it also seemed sadly brief. She was left panting, gasping for air for the first time. The sheer bliss of the act having overwhelmed her with fatigue. She withdrew the cock from her almost reluctantly, but she was so tired all of a sudden, so achy...
Shawn curled up in the stone lap of the statue to the sea goddess, asleep within moments.
-o-
Beyla ran her webbed fingers over her follower's head, the worn out orca leaning into the touch. The goddess had gone so long without the contact she'd craved, she couldn't help herself when the young man's unconscious mind had slipped into her realm. She'd been alone for so long, a goddess forgotten as her people's islands had sunken into the sea, leaving only a long-forgotten temple on a remote island that had been host to a shipwrecked cleric of hers. She had made his life comfortable; given him all the comforts of home that her miracles could provide, and even aided him to create a sacred garden. He'd been rescued after a year or two, leaving the Water Temple at the peak to feed the island fresh water, creating such a wonderfully lush land.
It had almost been a disappointment that he'd left before the garden had blossomed to full fruition. Even moreso when the island had become the sole vestige of her power. As it had gone wild, as the vines covered her statues, her power had dwindled, until Beyla had drifted into gentle slumber, awakened only by a cosmic event of such power that even she, a goddess with no living worshipers, could harness a part of it. Oh, it had only been a tiny part; enough to reach out through the ether and seize a single individual who would have otherwise perished at sea in the cataclysmic upheaval between two worlds uniting into one.
That act had given her power, power enough to slip into Shawn's dreams, to pleasure him, and pleasure herself, as she had been unable to for so very long. All night, every night had she made love to the man she'd saved, using the tiny bits of power that she could seize onto in order to coax him more and more into being hers. He'd said he'd do anything to get out of his predicament, after all. And being transformed into one of her people's most privileged forms was included in anything after all.
But Shawn had so much more to accomplish, the goddess ran her hand over her worshipper's slowly swelling belly. It had been so long since she'd had an avatar, a flesh and blood body with which to dwell in to exert her power upon the mortal world, to guide and to shape it.
But Beyla would make sure that she never be alone again. Shawn would be her mortal mother, and in time her lover. She would fill the more masculine herm's belly with her seed again and again, assuring that Shawn would never be without the erotic thrill of a growing life within her.
But most of all Beyla craved that which she had gone so long without. Whatever she thrust upon Shawn, the goddess would take upon herself in equal or greater share. She placed a hand on her sadly flat middle. She could not conceive as she was, trapped purely upon the ether. But a proper feeding of fruit would assure that her mortal body would grow and blossom into full adulthood within weeks. And then? Then Beyla could correct the terrible problem that she'd been forced to deal with these past centuries.
After all, who'd ever heard of a fertility goddess NOT being pregnant? |
The Machine 7: A Little White-Tail Juno peeked over Kira’s shoulder. “Ooh, does this mean what I think it means?”
“I’m just considering something, okay, no need to get all excited. I mean, it’s a rite of passage now, isn’t it?” Kira continued to flip through then online catalogue. Some of the pictures looked intriguing, but a lot were way to far out there for her tastes.
“And what does your boyfriend think of this?” Juno asked inquisitively, her fingers idly playing with Kira’s long hair.
“Nothing, because I don’t have a boyfriend.” Kira said, a bit of ice creeping into her tone.
June seemed genuinely shocked by the news. “What? I thought you were going out with that Brandon guy.”
“Brydon, and not anymore.” Kira scrolled passed a change that was well outside her life experiences. She twitched a little at how awkward the idea of having that body configuration would make life. “He wanted me to go get changed for him.”
Juno laughed, “Wait, aren’t you looking at getting changed now?”
“For me. Not him. He wanted me to become one of those bimbos.” Kira was pretty, and she knew it, but she had no desire to become one of those big breasted bimbos that thought about nothing but sex and boys all day.
“Ah, yeah, good call, dump his ass for that kind of controlling asshattery.” Juno knew a couple of girls who’d gotten the bimbo treatment. She wasn’t a fan of how pliable they’d become in the hands of their often-abusive lovers.
“Yep.” Kira made it clear the topic of exes was over.
“So, what are you going to get?” Juno prodded.
“I don’t know, I’m really not that adventurous. Something small, you know? I don’t want to go out and wave a freak flag or anything to the world. And I want cute. Like really cute.” She continued to scroll.
“Hmm, okay. Let me know when you want to go, I’ve been saving up for some things myself.” Juno stood and stretched, letting her fingers drag along her roommate’s shoulders.
“Really? Okay.” Kira was surprised at the offer.
*** *** ***
It wiggled. She almost jumped at the sensation, still getting comfortable with the random movements of her new tail. It hadn’t taken long for them to add it to her, it was a pretty small change after all. Something she could even hide from her parents over the holidays. Though she wondered how her dad’s dogs would react to it. She squirmed a bit waiting there. Even though she’d not done much it had still ramped up her libido. She’d turned down the tech’s offer of some personal assistance, something she might be coming to regret as she felt herself wishing she had a nice hard cock to ride. Her tail flicked again. Clearly it was quite willing to be randy and it popped up as she thought about sex. Grabbing a dated magazine, she tried to settle in to think about something other than finding a nice cock to ride.
*** *** ***
Juno took a while before she appeared. Dressed in her loose, baggy clothes, she didn’t seem to look different. Kira popped out of her chair, feeling her new tail wiggle. “Are you all done?”
Juno just nodded as she signed the last of her paperwork.
“Wow, you took a while.” Kira said, looking at her phone’s clock.
Another nod as they left the office together, heading for their apartment a few blocks away.
“What’s with the silence.” Kira asked, suddenly a bit suspicious of the prolonged quiet on their walk.
Juno smiled, a toothless thin smile at her and opened her mouth.
“Oh, my God.” Kira said, looking into the cavity that had replaced her friend’s mouth. The insides of her mouth were fleshy pink walls, only her long tongue remained which she gamely stuck out of the orifice with pleasure. “Can you even talk like that?”
“Sure, I can.” The words were a bit slurred, missing the crispness of before, but Juno didn’t seem to care. She just seemed pleased with the hidden folds that lay behind her otherwise normal looking face.
“Why would you? Wait, I don’t want to know, do I?” Kira wasn’t that adventurous; she grew up too sheltered.
“Relax, it’s just some extra fun.” Juno said, laughing. “You can be such a prude.”
“I am not!” Kira shot back.
“Are so, even with that white tail on your ass, you’re still playing it safe. Girl, you had a chance to remake yourself into whatever you desire, and you went with a simple tail.” Juno chided her. “But it’s cute.” She whined.
“Sure, it is, and it’ll be even cuter when it’s raised up over your ass as you get railed.” Juno said firmly.
Kira tried not to squirm in her own pants. She knew that she was horny, and that the tail most certainly agreed as it flipped. She was going to need some time with her vibrator soon. “Look, I just wanted a little something, that’s all.”
“Uh-huh, and I got what I wanted.” Juno nodded, “And you’re surprised I went for something a bit more out there than you? I mean, you’ve lived with me for over a year, and you’re surprised?”
“I guess not. I just, well, I didn’t expect.” Kira stumbled over the words.
Juno shook her head. “Of course not. You’re too, well, you.”
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t judge.” Kira sighed.
“No, you shouldn’t, particularly when you’ve not seen the whole package.” Juno gave a broad smile.
“Um, what?” Kira said, even as she turned her key in the lock of their door.
“Get inside and I’ll show you.” Juno pushed her through the door.
“Um, Juno?” Kira was a little afraid, but a part of her was really excited too.
Juno pushed the door closed behind them, already struggling to pull off her shirt. Kira watched as her friend pulled her shirt over her head, her bra conspicuously absent. Were her nipples different? Her breasts a bit larger and firmer? She wasn’t sure.
June just smiled as she backed Kira into a corner, pushing her pelvis up against her roommate. Kira could feel something firm there that should have been.
“Are you still interested?” June said breathily into Kira’s ear.
Kira could smell the whiff of pussy on her roommate’s breath, but it only excited her more. Kira couldn’t help herself; she could feel her loins warming to the possibility of attention. She knew she needed it. She nodded, curious as to where this was going, a bit titillated at what secrets her friend might be hiding.
Juno pushed her breasts up against Kira, rubbing them on the soft fabric of Kira’s shirt. She let loose a small moan. “Oh, that does feel good.” She leaned in for a kiss, and Kira reciprocated, her tongue dancing against the suppled folds that now ringed the interior of her roommate’s mouth. The taste was different, but alluring.
Kira disengaged long enough to slip out of her own shirt, even as Juna shimmied her hips, letting her baggy sweats fall to the floor. Kira could feel the bulge pressing against her own pants now. She reached down, her nails running along a small ridge that stretched up the lowest portions of Juno’s stomach.
Juno trembled as the soft scrap of the nails slid upwards to the small depression that sagged just below her belly button. She could feel herself starting to emerge from her sheath, the warmth, the ecstasy, that coursed through her. Her fingers worked to remove Kira’s pants, letting her swelling member press up against the soft mound of her roommate. Both their breaths coming in hot short gasps as they felt their hormones rage. Slowly Kira slid down, taking the member in her hand. It was thick and red, bulging slightly. She rubbed it up and down, watching Juno’s leg tremor as more of the cock slid outwards. Juno’s own hand fiddling with her nipples, or what had been her nipples, and clearly now resembled clits, right down to their small hoods. Her own tail fluttered behind her, eager to be part of this.
“Oh, please.” Juno muttered, her own fingers running up and down her hips as her impatience to feel release grew.
Kira didn’t wait any longer, she turned and bent forward, lifting her ass up, her small deer’s tail flagging her willingness, waiting for her mounting. She angled her hips for the easiest penetration, her lips already glistening slightly with her arousal.
Juno wasted no time, sliding down behind her roommate, grabbing at her hips, and thrusting in, resulting in a near simultaneous moan from the two. The red-hot rod sliding in to Kira’s warm cunt.
Kira rocked back and forth, her breasts squishing against the floor with each thrust as the cock penetrated her. She could feel it press hard against her inside walls. It was swelling too, even as Juno thrust faster, filling her in ways she’d never felt before.
When it came both were surprised, the hot gush of Juno’s cum into Kira’s pulsing pussy. Both let loose moans in their moment of release, only to start to fall apart, until a sudden jerk stopped them both.
“Um, Juno?” Kira said, quietly, as they both fell to the floor, spooning, Juno still firmly inside her.
“Yeah?” Came the soft response behind her ear.
“Uh, are you like, um, stuck?” Kira asked, sheepishly, she could feel the bulge inside her. It felt wonderful, but it was keeping the pair of them together. Her cunt tightly around the swollen knot would not let it free, not without risking injury anyway.
Juno blushed, “I think so.”
Kira wiggled her hips a bit, enjoying the feel. “This is going to be awkward for a bit.”
“No kidding.” Juno’s cock throbbed slightly, reminding them that it was still in command. “I don’t suppose you want a cuddle for a while we wait for me to go soft again?”
“Who said I want you to go soft again?” Kira said seductively, giving another good wiggle of her ass into the crotch of her roommate, her tail flitting between them, ticking Juno’s stomach. “A girl could get used to this.” |
(F x3 TF, varius human/cow mixes)
Farlane ranch was was falling on hard times, since the old owner passed. Too old to keep up with it all before he went, the number of livestock dwindled, and when the last bull went on from old age before the rancher himself, he was not replaced. Now the remains of the ranch fell to his three daughters. They all had a hand at ranch work when they were younger, but had gone off to do grander things- Mae was a Magister and Maggy was an Alchemist ... Mary was a chef, but that isn't so important. The point is, they all wanted the ranch for different reasons and the property was large enough for them to build the structures to each set up a place on this little slice of heaven- but none of them could do it if the ranch itself tanked. They immediately purchased a new bull to service the remaining cows, but new calfs needed time to be born and grow, new cows were not going to just magically start appearing. Right now paying the driver of the milk truck to ship their product out would almost offset the actual profit entirely. They basically had enough to make sure all three of them had strong bones and full fridge and that was it. But Mae had an idea to give them a profit spike to give them funds to keep things rolling till they had enough cows. There was something the three of them had in common with the cows- they were female, and they were mammals. That meant they could also create milk.
Mae toiled in the main house for days with the help of Maggy while Mary cooked them all delicious meals. They had been apart for some time now but even over the course of only a few days the sisters could tell living together on the ranch again would be great. Maggy created several potions distilling the bovine essence, and Mae used the inert essences to create transformative potions with her magic. With these potions they would be able to transform themselves to be more cow like and create their own milk! The only problem was that since this was all theoretical work on their part, they had no idea how long it would take to wear off... so they were all stuck on the ranch for the duration of the effect, but that was fine.
Mary held up one of the strange potions and peered into the contents as it sort of looked like two different kinds of food coloring mixing, then one, then two again. "Should it be... changing colors?"
Maggy laughed. "Oh gosh no, that is a terrible sign."
"Then why are we drinking it?!"
Mae shook her head. "Because most of the effects are through the magic, the potion has become topical."
"That... doesn't really answer my question at all."
Maggy shrugged as she lead them into the large but mostly empty barn. "It will work, we just don't know how well or in what way. Alchemical research has never created an actual transformation potion, like Mae said it is mostly the spell, the potion I made was inert, it was basically just the essence of the cows that told the spell what we wanted from it."
Mae nodded. "And that is all fine and well but there is a lot to a cow, but only really one feature we need- the milk production. But the spell was getting information on the full cow DNA. That is why the color is shifting- all of the potions we created will do what we need, but what ELSE it happens to do is somewhat chaotic- the milk is the only consistant factor between all of them. So we will be a little cowish... no big deal... right? No one will see us." For once even Mae started to sound a little uncertain, like she was trying to convince herself toward the end rather than Mary.
To help ease them all, Mary nodded. "Right, cows are kinda cute. And they get to laze around in the sun all day. And, the effects will wear off... r-right?"
Maggy nodded, patting the case she held. "That is why we made so many. We don't know how long these last, and we need to up production quite a bit, so we may end up having to take several before we get into the clear." She glanced down at her modest bust and blushed as they all slipped into the shade of the interior barn. "This will be weird... milking ourselves together. But, we are sisters right, we stick together." The three of them nodded together.
They moved the hay bales around and old empty crates to create seating for themselves and created almost a sort of giant nest for them, moving the unused milking equipment there as well. They hand-milked cows too, but when population got bigger more got moved to machine milking, while only the best behaved, beloved cows continued to be hand milked. Now with three owners and few cows, all of the current cows were being hand milked. All blushing and nervous, they started to strip infront of each other, occasionally making a joke about how naughty it seemed, stripping together in a barn. It was a huge plot of land and no one else should be coming by, so no one was going to see them. They could run naked through the fields all day and never be spotted.
Perhaps because she is such a good chef, Mary was a bit more portly than her sisters. Not really fat just a bit... soft. Also as a result of this, her breasts were a bit larger and a bit droopier, they were E cups already without help. Whatever genetic gamble Mae had won resulted in her turning out a bit taller than her siblings, but sported only Ds, making her the least busty. She looked a lot more lanky, because she was both taller and more lean, which is likely why her busts growth was stifled. Maggy was a middle ground of the two, the same height as Mary but with average figure and DD breasts. Mae had an incredibly long tightly braided ponytail, Maggy's was just short of shoulder length but had very long bangs, and Mary's was untamed to the small of her back. All three had the same loosely wavy sandy brown hair, and dark green eyes.
Always finding a way to overcomplicate things, Maggy rolled a dry erase board and started to do some rough drawings on the board showing a spectrum of theoretical forms. A woman with cow ears and tail and giant breasts, a similar woman with four breasts, one with an udder, and then finally an actual cow. She explained that fetish idols have been made of all the above throughout history as simbols of fertility. The potion would go to work on them to give them what it thinks they want, but because it is topical it will be most prominant where it is first applied. Which means if they apply it to their crotch they will most likely grow an udder. If they apply it to their breasts, they MIGHT still grow an udder, but will most likely just get much bigger, super productive breasts. With the instructions out of the way they nervously glanced between one another trying to see who would go first. Calling them both babies even though she was just as nervous, Maggy got up and took a potion, dumping it over her breasts before sitting back down. Even nude they were all plenty warm, it was the peak of summer and the sun outside was blazing, but now her breasts started to radiate their own heat. She rubbed the potion on them and made sure to coat it to the bottoms as well and in the valley between. Her nipples became erect from the touching and her skin firmed up a bit as well. She flinched as she felt a drip threatening to roll down her torso! She quickly wiped the excess off but then did not know what to do with it and just wiped it off on the sides of her legs. It actually took her a fell second to internally scold herself and wipe it off her legs the best she could and onto the hay. Now that she thought of it, it probably would have been best to wear gloves when doing this. She was right about that.
Maggy took a deep breath as she felt her breasts start to firm up on their own, almost looking like they were trying to stand up on her chest, looking more spherical like fake breasts do. Her nipples tingled as well as they veeerry slowly started to grow as well. All three sisters watched, with faces flushed red. The breasts grew larger and rounder, then the skin started to catch up and their shape started to relax a bit causing them to rest into the more proper tear-shape. She giggled nervously and shook her chest gently, feeling the heavy fat spheres sway back and forth. It felt good. The growth felt good and even the movement felt good. Even cows like having their udders touched- massaging the udder before milking can increase production because it relaxes the cow. As Maggy's breasts grew though, they started to look a bit pink. At first she assumed it was blushing from the sensation and rubbing she gave them, but noticed her nipples and areola were also starting to lighten. Her areola started to rise out and get puffy, but the color altered slowly to match the same candy pink as the rest of her boobs were taking, causing them to blend in perfectly. As she shook her boobs around, she could feel her nipples lagging behind. They bent from the movement as well, having become large enough to do so. She could barely see the very ends of them over the curve of her own impressive tits. She wanted to get a better look so she hoised her breasts up but then dropped them again as she flinched from an odd sensation in her wrists. Her breasts slammed into her torso heavily from being dropped so abruptly and yanked her forward a bit. They were so large that bending even a little forward caused the lower curve to brush her thighs.
Maggy brought her hands up to see what the strange feeling was and went wide-eyed as she seen her hands compacting! The bones inside were starting to fuse together from the wrist up! Her nails started to thicken greatly and turn black as her fingers were forcefully squeezed together and became one as if her flesh was made of modeling clay. She should have worn gloves! Or been aware enough to wipe it off better- the potion soaked into her hands and was turning them into cloven cow hooves! Her thumb and pinky receeded a bit and the nails overtook most of their mass, turning them into dew claws. The rest fused into one giant hoof on the end before a surge of inner growth yanked it in half again, giving her the two segments of a cloven hoof. Maggy was planning to use the dry erase board to pass the time while being milked... that will be rather hard without hands. Her ears started to tingle and heat up from emberassment of making such a mistake in front of her sisters, but realised that it was also because they were starting to turn into huge leaf-shaped cow ears. Tangent transformation- the ears and tail were consistant across most theorized forms, they likely would have turned no matter what so those did not concern her. What did concern her was a pressure on the underside of her breasts all of a sudden. Were they mutating in another way? She reached under her giant tits but had to sort of feel around using her wrists and fore arm, since her hands were solid hooves now. Her eyes went wide as she realized an unexpected mistake! Clearly a full potion was too much, because the remaining excess that had been clinging to the underside of her boobs slapped against her torso when she let them drop, creating two circles of remnant potion which were now quickly turning into two more breasts! At first it was just fat deposits and nothing more, forming two broad bubbles of flesh, but then as they grew they started to tingle and send jolts of pleasure into her, causing Maggy to flinch and jiggle against them. The nerves were forming for breasts, and the mammary glands were forming inside to create milk. Digging into the fat from within the nerves and milk ducts spread like roots outward till the concentrated forward growth caused a bump to appear on the end of both mounds- the start of nipples. These were going to match her top breasts though, so the nipples never darkened, and also oddly did not form areola at all, they remained pink like the flesh that bore them. By now her top breasts had stopped growing, with fat teat-like nipples that looked the size of pinky fingers. When she shook her breasts she could feel the teats flop around on their own, drooping just a little from their own weight.
Maggy tried to lift her breasts so her second set would not jam themselves into the undersides fighting for space on her torso, but they were so large that lifting them smushed them into her face. Maggy then tried to lean back while holding them up but the tingle of change shot up her legs surprising her, causing her to fall completely over onto her back. Her giant breasts rolled right over her face a moment before wobbling back into place on her chest. On her back, the breasts flattened a little bit, causing them to spread out over her arms partially, and the weight felt like a sack of potatoes sitting on her. The potion she wiped onto her legs earlier was now having the same effect as on her hands! Her feet were stretching out, causing her overall leg structure to become much longer. Cows do not have long legs, but the transformation was not affecting her from the knee up, which would be much shorter on a cow. At least her second set of boobs had room to grow like this and bulged in size, the nipples fattening up into teats as they wobbled entirely on their own from the movement of the growth itself. Maggy clenched her toes from the sensations but soon enough they were clenched because they had fused together into a single mass. The other two sisters winced at the muffled popping sounds coming from her feet, thinking it hurt, but it was almost the opposite. She lay still breathing heavily even after it stopped, not sure if it had really ended or not. Her heavy breaths caused her breasts to wobble around and gently slap into one another. Her lower breasts were not as big as the top ones, though the teats were the same size. She started to wobble more violently, looking like she was convulsing for a moment before the other two realised she was trying to sit up but was pinned by the weight of her tits! Either sister took an arm and heaved her up into a sitting position, having to try twice after realising she needed to spread her legs. There was not enough room for her to sit normally without jamming her head between her top breasts. She had to spread her legs wide so the bottom two could flop down between them to give the top pair space to sit on them.
She squirmed a bit feeling her breasts all rub one another, glancing at her entire body. "Well, could be worse I suppose. Not having hands will suck though. Weird." She looked her hoof over. "My arms are not changed at all, still fully human, just my hands changed, so it is sort of like having them in some sort of bondage. Also weird I did not get a tail... all my theorized forms had a tail."
Mary chuckled. "You sound disappointed."
"Well... I mean we have to transform anyway, kinda... wanted... to know what a tail was like."
Mae went to grab a potion vial. "Well, one full vial seems too much volume, so I can just smudge a bit of mine on your tailbone if you really want."
Mary tilted her head a bit, glaring at Maggy's prodigious chest. "But, you will have milk still, accidents aside? This whole thing is for the milk after all."
With a hoof, Maggy pressed into her top boob near the mound that was her invisible areola and white beads immediately appeared on her teat. "Oh yes, I can feel it inside. The weight is... immense. I mean these boobs are very heavy on their own, with milk in them as well I don't think I can walk till I get milked. My back just wouldn't be able to lift these. Good thing I did this sitting down."
Mae struggled with the stopper on her potion vial, it seems this one was on especially tight. It finally came out with a loud pop, but she had to use so much force to twist it out that the vial went flying out of her hand as well, spinning in the air before landing in her lap and dumping its contents on her! Both other sisters groaned in sympathy as Mae quickly grabbed her clothing from beside her and used her shirt to sop up the spilled potion. It hit her upper crotch but she was quick to correct the error and get it before it touched much else for any length of time.
Maggy shook her head. "You caught it quick but uh, I am pretty sure it is too late to avoid an udder..."
Mae clicked her tongue. "At least I will have a lot of milk, I guess. Oooh, yea, I can feel it."
The area just over her pussy started to turn pink and puff up as if having an allergic reaction to something. Her changes felt like warm tingling surges, and started at her crotch but seemed to radiate out into the rest of her. She started to gently rock forward with each pulse from the feeling and the skin bloated out a bit with each. Four bumps became visible from the front of the growing hill- the dawn of four new teats. Her forehead felt cold for some reason, and none of the sisters noticed but two circles of skin started to lose color as the blood drained and the flesh went numb there. No one had noticed but when the vial spiralled in the air, many droplets had landed on her head. From the bottom up, the color drained from one half of her braid turning it snow white. From the top down the other half of her hair darkened to pitch black. Mae clutched the growing sphere on her, now the size of half a soccer ball. She gently kneeded it, urged onward by the throbbing pleasure, and as she gently tugged the base of the proto teats they were urged to grow out bigger and fatter. At this point the mass of the udder itself started to indent a bit, forming four hills fused together rather than one sphere- this was because of the mammary glands forming for each teat. The pulsing in her body started to concentrate, and veins could be seen throbbing in time with the pulses, trailing from the base of the growing udder.
Mae's face scrunched up from the feeling of her ears growing like Maggy's had. It felt like someone gently tugging them back, but the touch kept getting progressively farther away- farther than her ears were supposed to go. She also felt the subtle flinching of new muscle at the base and back of the ear that allowed her to pivot them around, directing them toward sounds to better hear at distances. She gave a surprised grunt as her entire skull seemed to pulse, and in one mighty surge two short spike-like horns burst from her head, just in front of either temple, pointing straight forward! There was no blood or feeling in the skin the horns broke through, but she still felt the uncomfortable squirming of expanding bone- luckily they grew in a single surge. It was only then that all three realised some of the potion must have touched her head, and the other two sisters pointed out her now changed hair, and her face was started to restructure!
"Oooooh... feels goood." Mae's voice had gotten incredibly low pitched halfway through her moan.
She clutched her udder yet again to kneed it as it continued to grow. The weight was a lot so she opened her legs to let it flop down. Her heavy teats flopped and slapped the surface of the udder from their weight, flicking drops of milk onto the floor! She already had a full tank and it wasn't even done growing yet! She could feel it with her hands too. The surface skin was smooth as silk and soft to boot, but there was a solid pressure inside from the milk. The veins on the surface pulsed bigger and thicker, especially at the base and trailing onto her stomach. Milk veins, huge milk veins.
"So goood. Very... nice. Hard to think, dizzy with... pleasure..." She spoke a bit slowly, and Maggy started to wonder if the potion landing on her head might also be affecting her brain.
She shifted her weight forward as her tail bone started to squirm its way out, growing quickly into a tassled cow tail. Faded black splotches started to appear on her legs and hips, and matched the white and black splotches on her growing tail, and the twin colors of her hair. She did not grow fur, because she was quick to have wiped the potion off- it just mildly altered her skin color. A bit bigger than a medicine ball now, her udder finally stopped growing. Even when she did not touch it, the thumb sized teats dribbled milk from overproducing. Her lips were thickening and turning pink as well as her nose, and she covered her face for a moment from the sensation of it changing. Under her hands she could feel her nose get bigger and wider, and especially her nostrils getting much wider. It became a bit cool and damp as her entire face started to stretch out. The others heard nothing, but because it was happening in her own head Mae could hear the stretching muscle fibers in her face and the soft clicks of her extending jaw. Her teeth each grew a bit to continue to fill her full jaw, and her tongue grew huge! Breathing heavily like Maggy had been, she slowly removed her hands from her face so the others could assess the damages. She did not have a cow head, like she dreaded. It was not quite human either though. Her face had extended out into a sort of half snout, and given her the adorable vibrant pink lips and nose of a cow. She stuck her tongue out and curved it up and sure enough could reach her nose with it like a cow. Her tongue was so huge she could touch the BRIDGE of her nose with it.
She grinned as she picked up her shirt and stood up awkwardly. Because of how her udder grew from her body, it was uncomfortable to stand upright with it when it was full, and she had to walk a bit bow legged to give it room to hang. The flesh on the back of her udder trailed off so immediately close to her pussy it also felt like her vagina was being touched when the udder swung. She wobbled her way over to Maggy who smiled back and squirmed into a sideways sit, so Mae could wipe her shirt over Maggy's butt. Sure enough after a few moments, the tail bone started to stretch out. The shirt was used to mop up the potion, transferring some of the remains back so Maggy could get her tail.
Both sisters goofed up their usage of the potion which really made Mary nervous. Her sisters were a lot smarter than she was, so if they fucked it up, she certainly wasn't eager to jump in. Although she was now unknowingly smarter than Mae. It was not just her speach that slowed down- her thoughts were slow and simplified, making her temporarily dumber. Mae also undid her braided pony tail and let her extremely long dual colored hair cascade down over her body. From being braided up the waves in her hair were even more intense than her sisters. At that thought, Mary snapped her fingers. Her sisters!
"Maggy, can you apply my potion?"
"W-what? I don't even have hands!"
"Exactly, if I get it on my hands I might grow hooves. But you can't because you already have hooves, so if it gets on you it has no effect."
Maggy was going to argue she couldn't hold anything hardly, but wanted her sister to feel at ease so kept her mouth shut and went ahead with it anyway. She picked up a vial using the crook of the two hoof segments and then another hoof in front to make sure it did not fall forward. She had to use her teeth to remove the stopper, being careful to hold it steady so she did not spill any like Mae had. She went to carefully drip it onto Mary's chest but Mary stopped her and pointed to her own crotch.
"Really, an udder?"
"Y-yea. Well this whole thing is for milk to make money and get this place up and operational as quickly as possible right? I mean Mae has been dripping constantly without even trying to milk herself. And udder is the most efficient milk factory. We have been milking cows for so long we altered their evolution to have an extreme capacity. And... uh, yea."
Mary's pussy clenched a bit at the thoughts running in her head as her lips clenched to not tell Maggy the rest. She had been a bit grossed out at the idea of becoming animal like at first, but her sisters were going to do it, and they needed the funds so she went ahead anyway. After having seen her sisters transformations though she was very aroused, and especially looking at the huge bloated udder between Mae's legs- Mary wanted to try. She wanted to latch on to one of those engorged teats, but would settle for having her own to play with. Maggy dripped some on her but Mary kept asking for more. She wanted to be BIG. The bigger she grew the more milk she made and the quicker they would all be done, right? She pushed her thighs together half to collect the potion in and half to hide her moistening pussy. Maggy was not sure pooling the entire potion in one area would work quite how she expected, but since everything was theoretical she did it anyway. Experimenting was all about trying unknowns and learning from failures, right? The potion formed a triangle pool in Mary's lap as Maggy went back to her own seat to watch. The potion was slow to drain. That was why so much excess was made when Maggy used her own. It absorbs a bit very quickly, enough to create the transformation but then the rest is reluctant to be taken in. Mary was not letting it move from her lap so it had no choice but to oversaturate just that one area. Her crotch was turning pink and starting to inflate long before it had all been absorbed. This caused the pool to shift forward a bit, absorbing it a little faster as her thighs started to eat more of it than expected.
Mary's sensations reflected the course of the potion, pulsing in her crotch and then radiating down her legs. Like Mae, the pulses went up into her torso as well but faded much faster. In her legs the pulse remained just as strong right into her toes, as the toenails turned thick and black. Like with Mae, her udder started to shape into four united hills of silky smooth pink flesh, but unlike Mae, it only took a couple of seconds to get to that point. She was transforming much faster. Her thighs started to bulk up and take on the black and white holstein colors like Mae. The pops and cracks of bone in her leg seemd louder and faster, making them sound more violent, but again did not hurt. The bones were not breaking after all as much as it sounded like they were. They were growing thick and dense, as well as changing proportion and position causing them to dislocate and relocate several times, which was the loud pops. Mary went to ease herself back and stretch her legs out to go with the flow of pleasure inside her, but caused a bit of pain, realising she was already growing a tail! She had to shift a bit over onto her left side to not smoosh her tail as she leaned back on her seat. She could not help but moan as her udder ballooned out quite large in a few powerful surges, already putting it near the same size as Mae's.
Mary squished her hands into the top of it, pressing it down unable to hold herself back. Thin streams of white squirted from her fat new teats, and the backside of the udder smushed into her pussy causing it to drool its own juices. But unseen by anyone, her pussy lips fattened up and grew as well. Her vaginal passage becoming deeper, her anus puffing up a bit and turning vibrant pink as well. Between the sharp spikes of pleasure and the pulsing growth her udder fought against her hands smushing it down and gave an immense surge. Because she was pressing it down into herself it felt like it was growing inward as well. With a loud half moan, half groan of surprise she went wide-eyed quickly looking down at herself when the growth really did backfire back into her! Her udder became so big so fast it smooshed into her legs and pressed outward on them, inducing a new growth as her hips very loudly popped, and expanded an inch, then twice more in rapid fire, then once more! Her hips were getting huge! Her thighs were becoming thick as hell too, but also changing shape to not be as round, looking more bovine than human. The transformating of her hips was causing her to roll around in her seat so much she toppled right off onto her hands and knees. Mary was forced to shift weight to her new hooves instead of her knees as her leg structure continued to change, and a light coat of fur quickly started to grow in! She kept moaning uncontrollably, red faced and dizzy from the unrelenting pleasure. Her udder swung below her, still getting bigger. Her ears started to grow out into the huge leaf shaped cow ears both of her sisters shared. Her ass was huge now, and looking a bit boxy in shape- like a cow. It did not stop though. Her legs kept bulking up and getting a little bit longer, and her udder kept getting bigger and bigger! Her hips gave off a pop and expanded every few seconds as her gigantic ass got still larger. Her ass alone was almost as big as her entire torso! It was forced to point up into the air just because her legs were so much bigger than her arms. Her pussy was absolutely massive, with thick meaty pink lips. She was practically gasping for breath between helpless moans by the time it finally finished. Drops of sweat were patting the floor almost as fast as drops of milk from behind.
She glanced between her arms and legs at the gigantic swinging udder. That was unexpected. She used the entire potion in one area, which caused her entire lower half to become identical to a cow. Not just shape, but also size. Which meant the lower half of her body was several times larger than the upper half, almost making her torso look sort of cone-shaped from expanding so drastically at the hip. Mary tried to stand, and teetered quite a bit. Her spine did not want to let her, but she could still sort-of stand up. To stand up straight she had to bend her legs a bit and let her udder droop down between them, which hurt when it was full because it tugged aggressively on the top of it. Her hips were also locked in a quadrupted state- cows cannot stand on their back legs at all. Even when trying to cover a mate, bovine were astonishingly awkward shifting any weight to their back. Imagine taking a deep bow, and then having to hold that pose while walking, because that was basically what Mary now has to do- her hips refused to go at an upward angle. She did not dare speak a word of it to her sisters, but her rear felt so very empty now that it was so big. Her pussy was huge, and HUNGRY. It needed something to SLAM into her, something big, huge!
They tried to hook Mary up to a milking machine but it seems she was expressing milk with such ease the machine could not possibly keep up. They ended up sealing off two of the four hose ends and hooking her up to two different machines so it was one machine per two teats, just to be able to keep up with her. At least the hooves and new leg structure made standing for long periods of time very easy now. The sensation of the milk flowing so steadily through her teats was divine, and the releif of pressure in her udder was just as exquisite. She did not even notice how much pressure was in her till it started to drain. The milking machines were pretty gentle, and sucked rhythmically, making it easy to lose yourself in the gentle pulsing pleasure. They only set up three machines, and setting up more with these altered states was awkward, so Maggy decided to hold her milk for now, let these two uddered dairy queens go at it first. Even though she had no hands or feet, Maggy was by far the most nimble of the three, but was so top heavy she lurched when she walked, but would be able to walk normally when she did finally get milked. While hooking up her sisters, her huge tits kept brushing them, and having to touch their massive engorged udders to attach the suction cups made them all blush, but no one spoke a word of complaint. They were all pretty horny, and they all knew it. Not calling any attention to it was their way of telling one another it was fine and to just go with it. With their huge lumbering forms it was impossible not to press their fat smooth skin into one another. Both sisters even took turns brushing Mary's butt and thighs with their hands, just out of curiosity of what her fur felt like. It was a bit softer than an actual cows fur, likely adopting a slight semblance of her human hair.
It took hours to empty them out, because they never seemed to stop. So even while they were draining their milk they were also slowly filling with it again. It was already dark out by the time Mary was done, finally empty for however little time. She felt a hundred pounds lighter, and may very well have been. She awkwardly stomped her way out toward the house to stuff her face and take a breather finally. Her muscles were all a bit weak from the unyeilding onslaught of pleasure from the milking machines. It was not an intense pleasure at all, but it was non stop, and took its toll. Maggy's load was all up top, so to help her get comfortable while milking she had to set up a board for her to rest her head on and drap her arms over, to let her huge tits hang down while sitting in a very leaned over pose. She just listened to some audio books while milking, after she had set herself up. Mae was the one who can most easily set up the machines, but refused to stop her own milking to do it. It felt to good. And she had become a bit stubborn... a bovine trait. She did not listen to audio books or anything, she just wanted to... enjoy the milking. She was supposed to do this after all, being milked was her purpose. She did not grow bored because her brain had devolved to such a simple state, she completely spaced out in the pleasurable rhythem of the machine tugging her fat teats. Every so often she let out a breathy 'muh' or a moan that was eerily close to a cows lowing. Her voice was extremely deep for a human, though still femanine. She could match a cows voice perfectly if she wanted to. Neither sister noticed when Mary did not return to the barn for some time. She had already finished gorging on food, but part of her still felt hungry as hell.
Mary stomped over to the occupied pens and let their sole bull out to play. It was not used to being out when the sun set, so while it wandered out of the barn it did not go far, and stood around a bit confused as to what to do. Its herd was still penned up, so what use was the bull? The human also had an odd scent, it smelled like one of his herd, only a bit human. Mary talked to the bull, trying to stupidly flirt with it even though she knew it could not understand a damn thing she said, and likely did not care enough to even listen in the first place. As her clenching pussy relaxed a bit it let out a small burst of pee without her meaning to and she went rigid in surprise. She did not mean to do that! She continued to freeze up though as she noticed the bull immediately perk its head up and sniff the air. It smelled her pussy! Her vagina was fully bovine! The bull moved around her to get a closer smell. She could practically feel the ground tremble with each step he took. It was a Belgian Blue... a species of bovine with a rare genetic mutation known as Double Muscle. As one could assume from the name of the genetic trait- the bull looked like it was about to OD on steriods. Its muscles had muscles. Its neck was thicker than the trunk of an elder tree. Its nutsack was like a sling loaded with two honeydew melons. Mary's eyes locked on the tuft of fur that marked the opening of its long sheath though, but it was behind her before anything peeked out. She had no doubt that he would use as many of those muscles as possible when slamming his cattle prod into her. And she wanted it, so badly. A fricken battering ram into her, slam her internal organs out of the way and stretch her as far as she can possibly go, over and over again. She bent all the way over, touching the ground with her tiny human hands. Mount her already! Mount up and slam into her, blast her with its cum. Make Mary the bull's property! She wanted him to own her! She wanted to be part of its herd, her giant pussy needed it!
The bull licked her pussy several times, pushing his tongue in deep. She wanted him to skip the foreplay, though the feeling of his huge tongue made her entire body tremble with even more want. She felt the ground tremble as his front legs left the ground and immediately slammed down onto her. His weight would have crushed her into paste, but her entire lower half was bovine, allowing her to withstand his immense mass as he thrust forward and penetrated her with his full might. Most of the air in her lungs was smashed out every time he thrust in, forcing her to breath with the rhythem of his rutting. Her mind went blank from the pleasure, so she did not notice her forehead numbing as two lumps of bone started to rise up. Pops and cracks could be heard from her torso as it slowly started to get longer, and from her hips upward she started to bulk out, causing her stomach to become huge. Milk veins inched their way up her underside as her udder once again started to grow, and it also started to fill with milk at an alarming rate. Sexual acts were triggering the milk production to go into overdrive. With constant fucking and milking, the body can be tricked into thinking its always pregnant, and thus always create milk. She groaned between his winding thrusts as her arms ached a moment from the increasing weight, and then as if to fight it directly, the bones in them started to pop as well. The bone became thicker and denser, and then longer as her arms grew out, raising her torso higher and higher into the air. Finally her expanding body was becoming able to level itself as her limbs started to match. When her fingers started to merge, they tingled with slight numbness because of how heavily her weight had been on her palms only moments before. She slammed her evolving hooves into the ground as they formed, feeling better and sturdier each time. Like this was what they were supposed to look like all along. Had her humanity been wrong? Maybe she was always supposed to be a cow, in a human body. She suddenly felt a bit queezy at the thought of all the dinners she had prepared that contained beef. She could feed people delicious milk now though! Feed them till they burst! So much thick heavy milk they grow fat... fat like cows.
More cows. She could make more cows! Her womb had surely changed as well when her hips did- the bull could theoretically make her pregnant! She could have calfs to feed! She needed to make... more milk for them. More... milk... feed. Fuck, milk, fuck, milk... mooore. Her thoughts very rappidly started to slow and devolve as her neck thickened with a grunt from her. Her vision turned blue a moment as her head was filled with a rush of blood from her much larger veins. Her face started to change to look like Mae's and slowly press out farther, and her horns started to grow larger than Mae. Her udder was still growing, pushing on the insides of her legs and bloating out forward and back. It was squeezed in there so tightly that it no longer rocked with the bull's thrusts, though his big balls still spanked it from behind. Her hips popped again, becoming even wider than a normal cows! Her body continued to swell and grow upward, and her arms not too far behind, looking almost identical to a cow now. The fur started to spread up as well. Her boobs were eventually swallowed up by her chest as it expanded greatly with rapid fire cracking sounds from her ribs turning to bovine size one after another. Her stomach felt like it was swirling around in her, doing a few quick laps around her gut, but in actuality it was splitting into four. Her head throbbed with blood pressure as her heart doubled and then trippled in size. The pressure forced her head out even farther, getting bigger and longer than Mae. Her teeth became huge slabs. She shook her head as her human hair fell away. She couldn't think straight even now that she actually tried. The bull felt too good to ignore for even a second. His giant cock fit her perfectly, like a puzzle peice. Like it was meant to be in her at all times!
Mary was completely unrecognisable now as a human, she looked almost perfectly bovine. Except her hips expanded a few more inches, and her udder showed absolutely no signs of stopping. The giant teats were dribbling steadily now, and still it grew. With one final thrust the bull came in her, slamming so deep and hard into her that her front legs buckled, angling her ass up so his cock reached as far into her as it possibly could, and her vision exploded into stars. She let out a giant, low and long moo, then in surprise several short awkward moos, realising she no longer had the ability to speak human words. Her brow furrowed a bit as she tried to remember a few human words that she could say, but could not think of any. The bull dismounted and Mary let out a satisfied blast of air from her huge nostrils, and as if on queue her udder started to give off surges of growth, causing its entire mass to wobble violently, and short bursts of milk to fire out. It was still getting bigger! It was touching the ground and her back legs were still perfectly straight! She mooed at the pressure before her hooves were yanked off the ground! Her entire back half started to wobble with the udder's mass because it had grown so gigantic that it was holding her up off the ground! One inch, then two, then with a great heave the udder seemed to relax a bit, squishing outward, almost to the point of wrapping around her legs and her teats absolutely exploded milk out in four different directions, laying flat out against the ground. It was like four garden hoses.
Maggy had no idea what was going on out there, but even if she still had human ears she could have heard the grunts, moans, and mooing just as easily and made some educated guesses. Mary absorbed everything into one area, so the transformation started there, but she also is the only one to absorb the entirety of a vial. Maggy also heard movement around the front of the barn when she let the bull out. They would need to keep one vial even after all this was over with, because Maggy imagined it may be painful giving birth to cattle after Mary turns back human, while still pregnant with bull seed.
Maggy reached the end of her current audiobook and looked up to see Mae dripping potion on her udder with the look of a crazed person in her eyes. "What on earth are you doing?!"
"I need moooore. I was almoooost empty! Mooore milk! Muh...mooo." She was already starting to pant breathlessly as the sensations throbbed through her, and her udder started to grow again.
"Eh. Whatever. Not like I can stop you anyway." She glanced at her hooves. "My hands are tied, so to speak." She was secretly only disgruntled that the other two did it first. At least one of them needed to be mostly human to keep this zoo under control.
Mae's slow mind finally thought 'what am I doing' as the drop of potion was already falling through the air and touched her left breast. The nipple immediately hardened and she could feel the gentle but insistant pressure building. Well, too late now, she had to balance it out at least. She let a drop fall to the other breast as well. Her udder started blasting milk into the machine again at full pressure as its growth continued, but started to slow again. She had only used a couple more drops on it. She dropped the stopper on the ground though, and could not reach it without unhooking from the machine. But... it felt too good. She did not want to waste a single drop of her sweet milk. Mae asked Maggy to once again help her. She did not want the rest of the potion, she only wanted to reignite her super production, so the potion needed to be re-corked. Maggy sighed at her currently dim witted sister, and unhooked herself from the milker. She wasn't full enough to leak any if unhooked at least- though she did still need to be milked for a bit yet. She could walk much easier on her hooves now. They were more narrow than feet so it felt percarious, but unlike feet there was no direct feeling in them, making them very sturdy. Unlike Mary, only from the knee down did her legs change as well, which made her extremely tall.
When Maggy plugged up the potion again, Mae leaned forward and kissed her with her giant cow lips to thank her, catching her by surprise. Maggy stumbled back a step from the surprise and knocked the potion case onto the floor. Both sisters moaned in concern.
"Damnit. I hope they didn't all just break in there, that case was not padded like most potion holsters. It will be a bitch mixing up new ones without hands."
She awkwardly grabbed the case between her hooves and lifted it up carefully, listening for the sound of broken glass, but as she tilted it a dulge of potion came out the seam and absolutely covered her in it!
"OH! Oh... no. Ooooh n- oooh" Her voice very rapidly deepened. Her entire body started to grow larger and larger. "Oh... yessssss." Two new pink nubs appeared on her upper gut in the shadow of her lower two breasts as new teats, and her crotch started to turn pink. Her tail surged in width and split into two identical cow tails. "Fuuuuck the cooows. This is OUR job nowww!"
The sisters had a feeling this would feel like a very, very short summer. |
(M TF Giraffe)
Emmie was starting to give herself a headache with how furrowed her brow was while flipping through the pages of the magic book. It was not hers- she borrowed it from a friend. Both she and her boyfriend Ethan had the day off, so Emmie was hanging out with her friend Connie and Ethan was hanging out with some of the men from his squad- he is one of the city guard. Emmie is writing some runes on a sheet of papyrus with special charcoal, preparing a little something for Ethan to have fun with.
Ethan has an athletic build and is a good looking fellow- but a lot of the men in the city guard are hulking while even Emmie is a single inch taller than Ethan is. He is built but he is also quite small. Emmie thinks it is cute but Ethan has always had a chip on his shoulder about it. Half as a gift and half as a prank- Emmie made her friend let her read her old magic books to find a transformation spell for height. She could not fine one for height alone- but she did find one for a giraffe transformation, and giraffe are infamously tall. Like taller than buildings kind of tall. Emmie does not know much about magic- she took a class in highschool on it but that has been many years ago now. Connie was getting some snacks for them to eat when she got to a part she was not sure about.
"Vessel for humanity? What? His body? I don't want to take his humanity, I want to turn his body into a giraffe, leave his humanity where it already is."
Not wanting to interrupt Connie to clarify, she just put Ethan's personal rune in the target location for the humanity, the same as she put it for the target of the spell. She continued to write in the rest of the runic array, but yelped in surprise when suddenly all the runes flashed with energy and burned away! The runes were now perfectly cut out of the papyrus, from the charcoal covered portion burning through!
Connie popped her head around the corner with a brow raised. "What happened?"
"Oh, I guess... I finished it?"
"Wait, you completed the whole thing right now? Isn't he out with his friends?"
"I didn't know it would activate on its own!"
"Well yea... we were in the same magic class..."
Emmie tilted her head and sighed. "I know...I passed because I copied your answers...."
Ethan felt like a sardine, squashed between two men at least twice his size in the sauna. Most of their squad was taking a spa day to relax and team building... but while the other guys were talking loudly with one another and comparing scars- he is so small in comparison that most of the other guys forget he is even there, crammed between them. Everyone naked save for a towel over their laps to cover their junk- a few were boasting loudly, showing off battle scars. Of course no one came close to competing with the captain. The captain lost his right arm fighting a dragon- which breathed fire onto him so hard it melted his armor to his flesh and cooked his arm inside of his own armor. But that was his sword arm. So he had automancers animate a new prosthetic arm for him... and what did he build his golem arm out of? His own bones. His right arm is the skeletal remains of his old arm- incased in metal rather than flesh and muscle. They just broke the metal at the joints so it could, y'know, move.
Ethan didn't really want to be here but everyone insisted he came. Now though he felt an odd sensation, causing his attention to shift inward. There was a subtle sensation in his groin, pleasant and very faint- he could not tell what it was exactly. He felt his balls shift slightly against his inner thighs, and re-adjusted the towel on his lap and brushed their surface. He immediately sat up straight when he realized they were larger than they are supposed to be! They did not change position in the scrotum, they grew slightly! He felt an odd sensation behind himself too, pushing out and stretching the skin on his tail bone! He scoot forward slightly and grabbed it around himself. Ethan had to muffle a moan from the feeling- it was like a good stretch after sitting too long, but super-concentrated into a tiny area. Even thought he was confused as heck as to why it was happening he could not help but grab the tiny tail as it grew and pull on it- speeding the growth slightly as if he were pulling more tail out of his body. It grew in length much more than girth- it was only about as thick as his thumb's base.
Ethan was breathing heavier now, and quickly straightened again to look around himself to see if anyone else seen that happening, but no one did. The room is filled with a dense steam so it is not particularly easy to see in the first place. The wood seat of the bench has inch wide gaps, so he is able to put his new tail between the slats to keep it hidden for now. Had one of the criminals he arrested deciphered his rune and is trying to get revenge? That would be quite the play- since an Arcanist would easily be able to trace the mana back to the source; essentially the criminal would have a magic arrow pointing the guards straight to him. Ethan is already the run of the litter- he does not need the other guys to see him with a naked tail.
He felt the gentle pressure and pleasant stretching feeling again and braced himself against the bench with a look of surprise. The sound of stretching larger was very clear to Ethan, making him paranoid that the others would hear- but it is only loud to him because it's coming from his body; no one else could hear anything. The sound of stretching muscle and flesh was similar to the sound of flexing leather, while the sound of rapidly growing bone was almost like a groaning tree trunk, being bent by the wind. His entire body was growing larger! Ethan had to keep re-positioning himself on the bench because his butt was expanding out under him and his legs now reached the floor quicker. As his back slid up the wall he was really getting nervous- it was quickly getting a lot harder for the others to not notice something was weird. The mild but pleasant feeling through his entire body at once also gave him an unintentional erection, which tented the towel in his lap, forcing him to yank it down on either side to straighten his dick under it so no one would see!
Ethan quickly looked to his right when Fred got up to pour more water on the coals. He took it as his chance to escape and slipped out the door quietly and quickly while Fred was out of his seat with his back turned. Good thing Ethan was not sat in the middle of everyone or he would have never gotten out.
He tied the towel around his hip- though his dick still tented the front. He scurried down the empty back hall toward the showers and locker room, only getting about halfway down the hall before he came to a stuttered stop again because of more changes! He could feel the weight of his balls pulling his scrotum down and out rounder! Ethan cupped them through his towel and groaned as they enlarged- stopping when both were the size of softballs! Well, if it is a criminal trying to get revenge on him... that is an odd change to go with.
Before he could gather himself any more, he instead had to turn to fully brace his back against the wall as a strong pressure inhabited his thighs! His femurs were compressing! Getting slightly thicker but also shorter! His leg muscles did not shrink at all however, so compressing his thighs caused the muscle to bulge out. His knees bulged larger to better match the new girth, causing them both to pop twice each- once out of place as they grew, and then popped back in to place at their new size. So he grew, but now he is getting shorter legs specifically? What? Maybe it is a criminal trying to get revenge after all- because they probably don't know shit about using magic and likely did it wrong.
With a sudden surge Ethan's back was shoved against the wall and he started to slide back up! All the missing length re-emerged now in his shins getting both longer and thicker! He braced his hands against the wall as he slid further and further up and his feet started to slide across the floor toward the other wall! His feet were now stretching too! The bones in his soles were getting larger but not spreading out, causing them to press into one another and start to fuse together! His central toe started to regress away, feeding its mass to the other four instead. As the sole fused into one cannon bone, it compressed the toes causing the outer two to draw back, and their nails turned into rounded pyramids on the ends of them- drew claws of a cloven hoof! The nails at the front swelled to five times their size, getting darker grey with each new layer of keratin and they turned into the primary hoof segments! His shins were almost twice as long as they were before, and his soles stretched to the same length as they devolved into cannon bones! He is at the same level on the wall as when he first leaned against it- even though his legs are spread out and his new hooves are touching the bottom of the opposite wall!!
Ethan used his hands against the wall behind him to shimmy his way up and get his hooves under him so he could stand on his own. It felt almost like he was balancing on a pair of stilts. The hooves had almost no traction against the hard tile floor too, so it was real easy for him to slip. He kept one hand on the wall to brace himself and made his way to the locker rooms finally, promptly cracking his head on the top of the doorframe from underestimating how tall he now is.
Even if he knows his squad isn't going anywhere for a while; there are multiple sauna rooms that connect into the same hall and locker room. This place has a gym connecting to it on the opposite side too. He heard a couple of guys in the showers talking to one another, so he made sure to creep around to his locker keeping as many other rows of lockers in between himself and the other people. He started to pat himself dry with a bigger towel to prepare to get his clothes on and slip out, but wasn't even able to finish doing that before the same feeling his legs experienced started to surge down his arms! It came in waves, quickly speeding up till the feeling held and his arms actually started to grow longer! His upper arms remained the same length they already were, but his forearms and hands both started to grow longer! Though the feeling itself is rather gentle and pleasant; it completely took the strength out of his digits and forced him to drop the towel. His back surged a bit longer itself, and he went to place his hands on the bench to brace himself but he did not have the strength to do that, either, causing him to fall forward and bang his head loudly against the locker door! The guys in the shower looked back with a cocked brow but could not see Ethan over the lockers and just shrugged it off.
The first vertebrae at the base of his neck expanded tremendously- becoming larger, even longer, and even changing shape; forcing his neck considerably longer, as it became three times as long. His neck had the same number of vertebrae, but gained the length of two additional ones. His arms were still getting longer, and his lengthening hands started to devolve as the hundreds of tiny bones grew together, forming a cannon bone where his palm had been, just like his feet devolved before it. His fingers were losing mobility even besides the muscles having no strength. His nails gained layer after layer of keratin, getting darker and bulkier- projecting further off and around the finger itself. His body was shoved back as another segment of his neck expanded to match the last one- since the front half of his body is balanced between the locker and his forehead, his neck getting longer shoved his entire body back.
Even though the situation was worrying and not the slightest bit erotic; his erection refused to go away, and his balls were taking turns slowly lifting and then thudding down heavily in his scrotum...growing still larger. Soon they were like ostrich eggs! They cannot fit between his legs- if he tried to walk his thighs would be bouncing them off their fronts every time he took a step! His dick was shoving the towel further forward now too? Uh oh- it must also be growing. It feels like he is getting an erection except he... already has an erection.
Ethan started to push himself upright and off the locker even though his arms were still too weak- they have grown long enough that they are pushing him up just to make room to grow. By the time his hands were no more- his arms were the same length as his legs! He stood up and stumbled back a bit on all fours now; able to use his arms again just... not as arms.
He sighed heavily, muttering to himself. "Great, and I can't even pat myself dry now because the sweat already evaporated."
He also both grew overall and now has four beast legs, so he doubted he could fit into his clothes at all... or even try to get them on if he doesn't have hands to do it with. If someone seen him he would be in a mess regardless, so he supposed it didn't up the stakes that much more by trying to sneak all the way home without being seen. And if no one can see him in the first place, then it doesn't matter whether he is dressed or not. Abandoning his plan to dress, he made his way to the back door. The hall out leads through the back of the gym portion of the building, but there is a side entrance almost no one uses on the opposite side of that. The alternate entrance is mostly just used by staff, because the staff parking is in the narrow lot just outside.
The moment he tried to move, he paused as the towel was pulled too tight and the knot came out and the towel was now hung on his dick! He could see the fabric standing out further and further as the cock under it expanded! He could feel the fat veins in it pulse tight a moment before the shaft itself pulsed and stretched a little bit longer! In order to hold such large, heavy balls; his scrotal flesh thickened as well, but seemed to be pooling excess skin around the base of his dick. He also noticed dark freckles forming on all four of his limbs now. His dick started to get large enough that its bucking was hopping the towel further down the shaft, sliding it off his dick entirely on its own.
Ethan's heart skipped a beat when the towel fell off and he could see his junk clearly- and see that it was not just the size that changed. His balls are a bit bigger than ostrich eggs now but they are also more oblong than before! His formerly dark brown pubes are now cream colored and much shorter and denser... it is a mat of fur now, not hair. The fine fur covers his scrotum entirely! The excess flesh created from his scrotum strengthening pools into such plump, soft folds around the base of his dick that it actually starts to roll up OVER it! And most of his cock's expansion happened after his foreskin- the more raw, sensitive flesh below the foreskin was formerly only a half inch at most but was now longer than his former shaft! Pale violet veins pulsed along the surface, squirming a bit from the pressure surges as they grow, almost like worms. The head of his shaft is starting to lose its shape, though only gains in size. At first he almost thought it was deforming his shaft from the sheer weight of it. The corona became less defined, making the head more bulbous and rounded, but as the cock grew still longer it bent- so the head of the shaft faced straight down, even though the rest of the shaft faced forward!
Even as the shaft was still getting longer, the urethra seemed to tighten more than the rest and stretch out from the head of the shaft as a little nub, then a short rounded spike, then a little tube and kept going! Almost five inches just on its own, the urethra stuck out looking like a wispy little tendril! He was looking down at the dick itself, so Ethan was not prepared at all when the rolls of thick fuzzy skin pulled up around the base and then fused to his underside! The excess flesh created from the scrotal expansion formed into a sheath! But fusing to his underside yanked the dick straight up, causing it to smack him in the face! He stumbled back and almost tripped over the row of lockers behind him!
"Wha-? Oh SHIT, I am even taller!"
Comparison to the persistent ambient pleasure of his dick actually expanding larger and deforming into a new shape, the feeling of his limbs continuing to grow were lost on him. But he certainly noticed now, because he is currently taller than the lockers are! He had to duck so the people in the shower did not see him over the lockers as they looked over again, hearing him stumbling around back here. Bent over slightly- his cock was now taller than his torso is... and his torso is a lot taller now than it was. With an abnormally long reproductive tract, female giraffe need a lengthy mate. Everything else on a giraffe is tall as fuck, why not its dick too? Longer than a tapir, longer than a horse... longer than an elephant. In fact... the longest cock of any land mammal on the planet, coming in with a staggering 1.5 meter long dong- or 2 meters to the biggest of the big. Sooo... a dick as long as a person is tall. Only about as thick as an energy drink can though- which is relatively thin given how extraordinarily long it is... I mean, a giraffe only has so much blood to put in that thing. The first section of cock that is covered by what had been his normal foreskin before has expanded in length a good ways but it is still relatively short compared to the amount of shaft that comes after that- it only covers about a fourth of the length. He did not notice at all till after his genitals stopped changing that the freckles that were developing on his limbs had expanded to look like hundreds of little dots... pentagonal dots; forming giraffe spots.
His dick was still very tight and bobbing eagerly, but he could not really do anything about it right now anyway. It's longer than he is, so he can't get it in his mouth and he currently has no hands. Ethan did his best to sneak out the exit hall- though also had to go pretty slow because now his hooves on the floor made high pitched clopping sounds. Ethan was so nervously glancing over to the people in the showers that he was not particularly paying attention to where he was going and once again cracked his head against the doorframe! He ducked this time! Because his arms are now as long as his legs- in order to duck through he had to drop to all fours but even on all fours he is still too tall for the door! That means his limbs alone are over 6 feet long! His LIMBS are taller than his entire person was only twelve minutes ago! He is just barely going to be able to squirm through the doorway, if he gets much bigger he is going to be trapped!
"First one there decides how hot!" A middle aged man dashed up the hall toward the locker room!
Oh crap. If Ethan moves too fast his hooves will be too loud on the floor, but the older guy is approaching too quick! Ethan spread his legs quickly, used his tail to wrap around the loose scrotal flesh and hiked his balls up, and the older man walked into the locker room UNDER Ethan without even noticing him standing over the door! Ethan flinched as he felt a prickly sensation against his nuts! Ah crap- hair was growing out of the end of the tail now, forming a tassel of the same dark brown his normal hair color is. Fur was also starting to grow up around his hooves and progress up his arms slowly, but the fur is softer than the hair on the tassel so the sensation is more subdued. The base fur is cream colored but the expanding spots are a very dark brown.
A middle aged woman hustled up the hall at only half the speed as the man had- forcing Ethan to hold his pose. "You are such a child! Are my other glasses in the bag? Franklin?"
Ethan's eyes went wide and a bead of sweat rolled down the side of his face as he felt the weight of his balls increasing yet again! They were growing beyond what a giraffe's balls should be! They were starting to each look like a medicine ball squished long! And a lot more weight than his tail could hold up! But the woman isn't walking fast enough! Craaaap!
The scrotum pulled free from the grip of his tail- now far too heavy for such a small limb, and swung down into the doorway just as the woman got there!! His scrotum plopped loudly into her face- one ball cupped over either of her eyes!
"What...? These aren't my glasses."
Oh, she is apparently 80% blind. Ethan carefully removed his giant nuts from her face and motioned toward where her partner went.
"Huh? Why aren't you saying anything? Over there? Okay..." She wandered over to her actual partner, who himself was far enough away already that he was entirely oblivious to the entire event.
As soon as they were out of the way, Ethan managed to get his arms as far through the door as possible, bowed his head far enough down that he could squeeze his body in and then basically dragged his legs behind himself to get them through and actually straighten himself out on the other side. Most of his hallway only has a wall on the left, the right side is the gym area, but at least it is the very back of the area so hopefully no one is looking because Ethan has to make a run for it.
He stood up on two legs again to dash across and got hit with a bit of vertigo. It was like he was standing at the top of a ladder, except it's just his own legs. He gagged a moment and another segment of his neck expanded, putting his head even higher into the air! He has to get out of here while it is still physically possible! Ethan was also having a hard time concentrating. His thoughts seemed slow and muddled... was this transformation changing his mind too? His attention span was starting to dwindle so far that he actually forgot the situation he is in for a few brief seconds.
At least this area is carpet, so rather than a sharp clopping sound, his huge hooves thud against the floor as he ran across the open section as quickly as he could. He got to the door at the side and once again had to really squeeze himself through- and as soon as he got outside another segment of his neck expanded, making his neck even longer still! It is a good thing their new shape allowed them to lock together tightly, because if they were shaped like normal human vertebrae his neck probably wouldn't support its own weight.
As if triggered by the fresh air, he teetered and leaned against the wall of the building a moment as his limbs stretched yet another foot longer! Now seven feet long in his limbs alone! He groaned as his dick bobbed and a short stream of pre slapped loudly against the ground far below. His thoughts drifted around, his head emptying for a moment. His balls grew again, still larger- the size of a large Halloween pumpkin, squashed oblong. It was like a pair of wrecking balls under him at this point. By the time he was able to focus again, he was looking at the odd tip of his giant cock. Wait- he can look at the tip! It was so long that it was well beyond his head before- but now that his neck is much longer he is actually far enough up that if he bends the shaft a little bit he could get it in his mouth! Ethan glanced around quickly to make sure no one was around and then stomped off into a much narrower alleyway.
His mouth started to water and his dick started to pulse more frequently at the thought of finally getting off- his lowered intellect made him forget for the time being how inconvenient being turned into a giraffe is for him... and the fact he could be arrested if he gets found out- for being nude in public. His head hit the lower platform of a fire escape hard enough to produce a loud clang!
"AHHhh-god! Damn. It. Motherf- three times on the same spot!!"
The pain faded quickly, but the duller ache grew! He stupidly looked up as if he could somehow look at his own forehead, then tried to grab it, remembering he has no hands. The bone surged outward from his skull, creating two large bumps, and then it started to push further out, becoming a bit narrower as it projected further! They were not growing from his skull but rather off the surface of it. At first cartilage, but as they expanded larger, they started to ossify- absorbing more calcium to turn into proper bone! Even though he did not yet have any fur anywhere near his head yet- tufts of shaggy fur grew on the very ends of these protrusions- hitting his head repeatedly has instigated the growth of his ossicones!
The fur on his limbs was at his upper arms, but his legs were entirely consumed. Thanks to the fur also growing on his crotch- it wrapped around his upper thighs before the wave progressed up the leg, so his rump and tail were covered by now as well. The pentagonal spots were expanding still as well, causing the hide to be more brown than cream- the cream colored fur compressing into even tracts between spots. Depending on the placement on the body- the spots are not all the same shape or size, some are stretched, some only have four sides, some only three- but most are some form of pentagon, and the cream colored pathways between manage to be perfectly evenly sized regardless of the spots.
He felt his ears twitch, and the bases compressed and formed new muscle as the body of the ear stretched a bit, taking a leaf-shape as it gained the ability to pivot around to face sounds automatically. The fur spread around the ossicones and then around the base of his hair to creep up the back of the ears as well- causing them to automatically flick around rapidly in response to the gentle touch. His hairline started to sink in the back- becoming narrower but starting to progress down his neck where hair never grew before, transitioning into the narrow mane of a giraffe. Since his hair color was already dark brown, it did not alter at all.
Once the ache of his head trauma went away, Ethan was quick to become distracted by his cock again- violently shaking forward and back with the throbs. In the narrow, dark alleyway he probably wasn't going to encounter anyone. Ethan leaned against the wall, used his tremendously long arms to bend the end of his dick back a bit and managed to hook his upper lip on the head and pop it back into his mouth! He hummed around the dick as his neck built up pressure and with a hollow pop, another segment expanded massively- now making his neck long enough to suck without having to bend the shaft. He hugged the shaft still with his arms- they could do little else without any hands. He smiled at the feeling of his balls getting heavier- too dumb at the moment to realize that was a bad thing. Not only is it still more changes... they are well outside of the size of a normal giraffe's nuts. Now the size of a medium beach ball each- they are probably heavy enough to crush someone under. If you put your head close to one you'd actually now hear quiet gurgling and stretching sounds from the expanding spheres of muscle. They slowly rise and then fall abruptly in the scrotum- Ethan simply enjoying the tug of their weight on the soft skin. His scrotal flesh is thick enough now to take even their abnormal size.
The large knob of a head filled his mouth, but the urethral procession is long and narrow and he had to work his tongue around the bulbous head a bit before he managed to hook his tongue around the urethra well enough to drag it fully into his mouth as well. As he played with it using his tongue, it slowly grew too. It became a bit more pointed and much, much longer. There is no part of a giraffe that is not either long, or tall. His upper teeth started to regress, and the bone of his upper jaw advanced just a tiny bit further to absorb them entirely. Like other breasts with a four-chambered stomach; giraffe have no upper front teeth, only lower. That of course only made it still easier to give himself a blowjob.
He gagged a few times briefly- not on his penis but his own tongue, it was expanding all the way up his esophagus and out! It turned a deeper red, and became so long that he could curl it around the back of the bulbous dick head. It started to look violet as it became so long that he could coil it down the shaft! It turned bruise purple and it became so long he could wrap it several times around the shaft, covering a length of shaft that didn't even fit in his mouth. The redder hue left the shaft almost entirely- turning it a dark indigo blue, and it grew so enormously that even if he took the dick out of his mouth- the tongue would not fit. Even if he forcefully tried to stuff it back in, it's at least twice the size of all the space in his entire mouth! Giraffe use it to reach up and grab leaves off branches that are even too high for them otherwise- but that means their tongue is outside of their mouth for a good while, opening it up to the potential of getting sun burnt... which as you can imagine would reaaaallly suck to have on your tongue. Thus they are so dark that they are effectively immune to sunburns. The pigment doesn't refract hardly any slight.
Since he cannot keep his tongue in his mouth, drool and pre mixed started to run down the portion of shaft he could not even get in his mouth. His tongue coiled around the shaft many times over, gripping and sliding along it, creating a vortex of slippery meat around his dick. He starting bobbing on his shaft so rigorously that he toppled over onto his front hooves, standing on all fours now, which then set his twin wrecking balls into motion, swinging with tremendous force between his legs. Another segment of his neck grew; now he had to lower his head a bit to take as much into his mouth. His jaws started to push out of his face, stretching his skull longer now. When his upper jaw dragged the bottom of his nose perfectly straight forward, his entire face started to stretch along with it. The bridge of his nose expanded wider with a few dull, hollow pops, and then his forehead started to match its angle- facing further and further up as his face got longer and longer. His lips thickened and his facial hair quickly grew in- though as fine cream colored fur instead of coarse hair. His now larger, looser, dexterous lips rippled around his dick.
Another neck segment expanded, now causing him to try and bend over- but this new vertebrae shape did not allow for any more flexibility than his normal human neck already had- in spite of its length. He started to slide further up his shaft- unable to take bend far enough to take as much in. Luckily he peaked before his own shifting body was able to stop him. His balls lifted to his pelvis with so much force it almost felt like someone hit him in the crotch with a dodgeball. The entire length of the shaft wobbled with the force of the liquid erupting up it and it was still deep enough into his expanding mouth that he swallowed without even thinking when it fired out! He reared his head back, letting out a satisfied grunt as his slowly softening dick flicked back out into the open and wobbled around violently before starting to retract.
For almost ten minutes he just looking around half-lidded without a single thought in his head, reveling in the afterglow of orgasm. It was not till he heard some louder traffic a few buildings over that he snapped out of it and his partially human thoughts woke back up, and he realized he needed to get home! It was urgent! He could not remember why though. He knew he needed to get home fast, but not why anymore- his intellect had dimmed further. Unbelievably; his balls had also continued to grow slowly! Now both nearly the size of a yoga ball each- his scrotum hangs almost as low as his ankles... so his scrotum is roughly 4 feet long. Even his ball sack is almost as big as he used to be as a human.
Unfortunately his concentration levels were at an all-time low, and his thoughts so slow that he could not recall the way home. He could only remember parts of the way home at a time, wander to the end of that area, and then recall the next step of the voyage. He did not know enough to actively dodge people's notice, so how he managed to not get spotted is a miracle. He literally walked directly over someone's car as it drove slowly down the road and dragged his nutsack across the roof of it lightly and they did not see- because he was directly overhead. Another segment of his neck expanded along the way- completing his extremely long neck. A giraffe has the exact same number of vertebrae in their neck as a human does... it's just that... theirs are fucking huge. His neck is just shy of the length of his legs; his legs are 7 feet, his neck is 6.5. At least with his longer face, MOST of his tongue fit in his mouth. His head was not complete though- the fur only traced the areas where his facial hair would have grown, and replaced his eyebrows up to his hairline. Because his muzzle was not yet completely grown out, his head actually looked more like that of a horse.
The fur on his body and head slowly started to creep around him- the spots forming first and then the rest filling in around them. His hairline continued to stretch down his neck till it got to his shoulders; a mane of deep brown. As he passed a park he unintentionally somewhat blended into some trees- to stop and nibble on the leaves, not because he had enough intelligence to actually know to hide.
As soon as he stopped the joints in his legs locked up and in a surge his hooves seemed to grow in size! It put pressure on his simple ungulate digits which forced them to grow! His legs were growing from the bottom up; one bone at a time in sequence- the next starting before the last finished so there was no pause! When the growth got to his hips however there was a loud pop and his entire pelvis expanded tremendously and the sockets re-configured to be downward! His thighs expanded massively but his hips ballooned out and even his lower torso to try and keep up with the rest- so as his thighs expanded the top halves ended up fusing to the rest of his body as it broadened... that means he cannot walk on two legs anymore. He can stand on two- but only momentarily. It also prevents him from spreading his legs too far- you'll never see a giraffe do the splits.
When the growth got to the top of his arms his shoulder blades let out a few rather brutal sounding crunches and expanded downward! This caused his arms to move further forward, which shoved his entire body higher off the ground! Like his now massive thighs; the muscles of his upper arms and especially his shoulders expanded tremendously. They clench, swell, and release over and over, billowing out to almost give him a hunched back appearance for a moment! The spinous processes of his upper vertebrae however started to grow longer- forming a fan of bone that helped divide the muscles of his upper back as well as give them something solid to brace against. Outwardly it almost looked like a tremendous base for the neck- once complete it helped transition between neck and torso better, and allowed him to not only hold up but swing that giant neck around.
Ethan let out a long grunt, bowing his neck and turning his head; trying to look at himself. He forgot that he was transforming in the first place, so he currently did not know what was happening, and it didn't occur to him to connect these feelings to his memories of transforming already a few minutes earlier. He took a sharp breath, then raised his head in further confusion and took, another deeper breath! And another, and another. He keeps breathing in without exhaling and his lungs expanded gigantically, shoving against the inside of his ribs. Ethan's heart beat became thunderously loud as it swelled massively too! His ribs started to creak like twisting tree branches as they brought his sternum further and further out! His ribcage was expanding giant, but more so forward than to the sides, reversing the dimensions. This meant his front limbs could not move in or outward as well as before, again locking them in a quadrupedal stance. His much longer shoulder blades and downward sockets already allowed him to reach around the expanding ribs. His guts gurgled and rumbled loudly as they expanded as well, and his stomach quadrupled the chambers to process food. Plant fibers can be pretty durable, so not only do they need to chew it multiple times- their stomach acid needs to take four different cracks at it before it's completely broken. Otherwise it would be like when you eat corn... it just comes out the other end looking exactly the same as it went in, defeating the purpose of eating it in the first place.
Now with the expansion of his lungs- his voice became thunderously low pitched. His torso now absolutely giant in comparison to his old self. His midriff no longer indented on his torso in this shape because the distance between the bottom of his expanded ribs and his hips is already pretty negligible. His booming voice was short-lived, and now more subtle changes fire up to his head; Ethan's voice box changed shape, causing his voice to shrink. Giraffe communicate with a sound too low frequency for humans to even hear in the first place. The loudest sound they normally make is a quiet hum.
Not that he remembered how to make human words anyway- but his face was once again stretching out making forming them virtually impossible. The nostrils remained relatively small compared to the overall face, but his face did become almost twice as long- and it was already as long as a horse's face! Ethan's jaws grew absolutely massive, with incredibly strong grinding teeth. What looked like the upper bridge of his nose seemed to grow further out off the top of his face, but in actuality this is an underdeveloped third ossicone- a trait reserved only for males. Usually a giraffe's mane ends at the top of their neck, but Ethan retained his human hair at the top of the mane- it just got softer like fur while otherwise retaining all its shape and volume. The final trait was the expansion of his iris- hiding the sklera entirely and making his eyes look very dark. His pupils stretched horizontal and his eyelashes grew in surprisingly full and very long- an often overlooked trait of giraffe.
The sun was starting to get heavy in the sky and Emmie was outside on their doorstep, tapping a foot and looking at her pocket watch every minute in worry. Where on Earth did Ethan go? Did he get into trouble because she accidentally activated the spell on him? Did he get taken in by animal control? A zoo?? She was hoping he would have just come straight home, but he was nowhere to be seen when she returned and she has been waiting for hours. Technically he did START coming home immediately; unfortunately his current intelligence level prevented him from moving at a reasonable speed.
He actually managed to startle her- because he approached from around the side of the house; having come from the brush behind it, getting a snack.
"Oh my God! You gave me a heart attack! Where have you been?! Okay- uhm, the whole giraffe thing is... okay don't be mad, but... it was sort of... me." She braced herself to get yelled at, but Ethan did not react at all.
He was looking at her, but his expression rather blank. His sheath became chubby, looking at his lover- though she is much smaller than he recalls her being in comparison.
"I... uhm... I wanted to surprise you and cast a spell to make you taller while you were with the other men! But I couldn't find a spell for just height so... anyway! I didn't mean to activate the spell immediately!" He lowered his head, causing her clothes to billow up off her a moment with a gust of his air from his nose as he smelled her. "Uh... are you listening?" She waved her hand in front of his eyes. "Hello?" And then she noticed his freakishly gargantuan testicles and gasped. "Oh shit! It removed your humanity! Sort of. The spell was to turn someone completely into a giraffe- replacing humanity with beasthood. I did not want to fuck with your mind at all though so I just put you as the target for your own humanity..." She pointed at his meat pendulums. "The spell still removed your humanity- it just stuffed and compressed it into one area of your body... it is in your balls."
With beasthood in charge- his instincts were louder than his conscious thoughts. He still technically had all of his personality, memories, and knowledge but his brain was currently too simple and too muted to properly access any of that information. His humanity was still drawn out from his body and trapped- it is just that part of his body was forced to act as its vessel, so it never left his body; but is in a state in which it cannot actively affect his body.
Well, he could not come into the house like he is, so she led him around back with the book in hand. By the time they got back there she seen his pink yard stick starting to flop out- happy to be with his mate again. Emmie blushed and shrugged. Eh, why not? Don't want to waste a monumental cock.
Emmie disappeared from his view to get under him. She knew his dick is a hundred times too large for her to take, so waiting for him to get fully erect and try to take charge was just outright dangerous. She tickled the urethral projection with her fingers causing the glans to tighten ahead of the rest of the shaft. Emmie kissed it softly and sucked on the growing head as it rounded out bigger and harder. She had to back up further and further as the cock inched forward more and more. She leaned back so she could shove her tits up from the sides and clap her cleavage around the shaft just under the head while she managed to pop the head itself into her mouth! The tendril-like urethra was in her throat! The glans were so large and bulbous that it filled her entire mouth just on its own! After working him up though, she had to stop. Ethan kept trying to hump on reflex- and putting his dick any further into her will plug her throat entirely.
She would have to get him off a way that is less... dangerous. She walked further under him till she was up against those monstrous balls of his. She could feel the heat radiating off them, and gently pet either side of the scrotum, feeling the very short fur on their surface. She grabbed up a bunch of loose scrotum and using all her arm strength she hefted the giant orbs up, bobbing them in her grip with a smile. She then whipped her shit up to rest on top of her bare tits, grabbed the scrotum and hugged it to her, pressing the giant testicles into her breasts! Or, the top of the testicles anyway- they are large enough to cover her entire torso so her breasts sure as hell can't cover them completely. She pushed her face into the cleft between them and kissed and sucked on the soft, malleable skin. Ethan's cock wobbled violently, flicking pre all over the place from her playing with his freakishly giant nuts. She leaned her head back, pulling the scrotum forward and kissed and sucked on the base of his exposed shaft, feeling his balls yank up, fighting her grip- threatening to lift her entire body up along with them! He was already so far along it did not take much more of her ball worship to tip Ethan over and he climaxed violently again, spraying the yard with thick ropes of cum! The cum is so dense it actually maintained its shape as streamers connected across the blades of grass, glistening in the remaining sunlight as it turns metallic orange in dusk.
With a chuckle, Emmie pat the side of a giant testicle and wandered out from under Ethan to grab the spell book and undo this state. She was caught off-guard when he brought his large head down and knocked her over onto all fours with a nudge! Before she could ask what he was doing he smelled her again, blowing her shirt up with a huff and then nipping the edge of her pants and pulling them down with his lips! Emmie cooed and then yipped in surprise when she felt the wet tip of his tongue prod her anus, then curl and drag down her taint and slip into her pussy! The deeper it dug, the more wildly he wagged the tongue- writhing inside of her like someone had shoved a live snake into her pussy! More and more tongue slithered inside, mixing his drool with her vaginal lube! His tongue as a giraffe is larger than his dick is as a human- it's larger than almost every human penis is. The jets of hot breath tickled her back as he licked at her- enjoying her scent and taste. Emmie could not think or react at all; the pleasure bombardment from the deft tongue did not allow her a moment's rest, she was folded over on her shins and hands in the grass of the back lawn. When she started to tremble in orgasm he cupped her labia with his plump dexterous giraffe lips and sucked on her entire pussy lightly, as if sipping fine wine from a chalice. His continued stimulation caused her orgasm to take forever to taper off, lasting a LOT longer than her orgasms usually can.
She lay there in the afterglow of her orgasm for quite some time, and Ethan plopped down in the grass beside her. Maybe she should keep a copy of this spell for later? Ethan did always want to be tall, and as mad as he probably will be about being transformed in the first place once he is turned back... he can't argue with the pleasure. |
Chloe was on her way home after a sadly uneventful shopping trip. It was only a few days till her anniversary with her long time boyfriend Aden and she was hoping to find him a gift. She knew this anniversary was going to be special, because she was pretty sure his gift to her was going to be a diamond ring on a bent knee. Aden was a simple guy and easy to please, which ironically made finding a meaningful gift for him very hard. It was at the point where she was going to have to resort to gifting herself, and showing him a wild night, maybe make a special dinner for him...though that didn't seem all that unique of a gift- he was at least sure to enjoy it.
Her shopping went till the very last minute the stores were open, determined to find something. Now not finding anything was compounded with the problem of her being a good distance from home in the dark of night. The transition from day to night in the big city was steep- once it fell behind the taller buildings the streets were pretty much already in night. The air became chill quickly and the contrast between streetlights and alleyways created a sense of both enclosure and exposure. Her perceivable range was small making the world around her seem smaller, but she knew she could be being watched from just outside her visibility without her knowing. End of the day in the middle of the city, this is where muggers would try to hit- the braver ones anyway. Because of this she jumped a bit upon hearing some teens shouting about something down a short alley. Teens were less threatening on their own, but they were also reckless and often came in packs. She was going to just hurry past when she heard them say something of a bat. Looking past them she could see they were jabbing at a poor creature huddled into a corner with a large stick! Her fear was momentarily disregarded as she stormed into the alley ready to give them a piece of her mind.
She shouted at them immediately before they even noticed her coming, startling all of them. She was quick to yank the stick from their hands and point at them with it while explaining the repercussions of animal cruelty. They would likely have something witty to say if she had given them the time to think it. Her assault had been so sudden, loud and constant that they practically fled without so much as getting a word in. In the silence left in their wake she approached the bat, quickly realizing it was not normal. There was only small bats around these parts, especially in the city. This bats body looked at least two and a half feet long, with titanic wings pulled up tightly as it stood awkwardly on all fours. This bat was gigantic! It seemed to stop and glare at her, as if to judge her, trying to determine if she is friend or foe. She was about to try and lift it up to take it to a more safe location but a voice startled her just as she was about to make a move. She spun around quickly at the sound of the very deep and calm voice. It did not seem to have direction to the sound but there was only one way into the alley it could have come from.
A very tall, lanky, masked magician stood silhouetted in the street lights that were bleeding into the dark alley. "A kindness for a monster? A unique act in an age of intolerance- where most can't get through a day without picking on even their own..."
"It isn't a monster! It is just a big cute bat...really big."
The magician huffed at her through his expressionless porcelain mask. "Ignorance and kindness. A personality that is useful for just about everyone but yourself."
She furrowed her brow at that and pointed at him aggressively with the stick she forgot she was still holding. "And just who do you think you are!?"
Her heart rate shot up immediately as he briefly moved his mask to reveal nothing. He had no nose, no eyes, no mouth- not a crease, wrinkle or pour on his entire head! It was then Chloe realized the voice really had no direction- he had no mouth, the voice was in her head but so vivid she was incapable of distinguishing it from actual sound! The magician bowed while removing his top hat with a flourish. From within, a small pitch black bunny popped its lop-eared head out to look at her. Look through her. Judge her continued existence with its red eyes, glowing like dying embers. Somehow Chloe knew in her head, that the magician was only a husk- the rabbit was the master.
"Adorable, obviously. I am not going to bother explaining much to the likes of you. I am not a being but rather, a force- I am known as Occult. I owe no one anything, so your kindness to mine will leave a bitter taste in my mouth. With my extremely limited generosity I offer you a single wish. Word it as vaguely as you like, I promise not to take every advantage."
Chloe stuttered a bit, terribly confused and caught between asking him questions or screaming and running like most sane people would do when a literally faceless stranger and an evil psychic bunny offer you something. Though calm to nearly the point of being mechanical, his voice somehow had a conveyed commanding tone. If he was powerful enough to grant wishes, she did not want to know what he was powerful enough to do when upset. She only pondered a wish for a moment, afraid of what taking longer may evoke from Occult. With her failed shopping attempt still fresh in her memory, she wished she could get Aden something he really wanted. A single hollow chuckle echoed in her mind as the magician flourished his free hand and a crystal vial appeared full of a dimly glowing pink-purple liquid. Holding it out toward Chloe, Occult explained it was a potion that would give Aden's desire a shape. To use it, she need only get his DNA and place a small bit into the potion to bind its effects to him. Once she drinks it, it will transform her body to be more appealing to him. The magician then flipped his hat back onto his head with the bunny inside and with a bow- his entire form scattered into the breeze as black ash, leaving only the potion in his wake.
Chloe turned to see if the bat still needed help but it had vanished along with Occult, perhaps it was just another avatar. She picked up the vial hesitantly. When she looked around the corner into her living room she thought something was off. Was she doing something in the living room? When she turned back around she expected to see the alley, but only seen the foyer of her house. Why did she think there would be an alley there? She realized she could not remember what she had been doing at all. Shopping that night seemed a distant memory. She recalled meeting a cute but odd black bunny named Occult, who gave her the vial she now held. She remembered how to use it and what it did, but did not think any of that was odd, though she knew she should. Unlike only a minute earlier, she fully believed the effects of the vial- somehow knowing it was not poison. She had a fleeting thought that she was being manipulated or at least influenced by Occult still, but could not bring herself to care and unintentionally passed off the thought.
She went to the bathroom and recovered a single hair from Aden's comb, slowly lowering it into the vial. The hair vanished as it touched the liquid as if being vaporized into a potent acid, which was an unsettling thought. Aden was not, and would not be home tonight, he was out of town on business till late tomorrow night- which was why she chose this night for shopping. She lifted the vial jarringly and paused almost immediately. Her hand was weighed down by uncertainties- even incapable of questioning the potion's effects she had many concerns. Turning the vial in one hand she noted a label on one side she could have sworn was not there before. It reiterated the usage instructions, had warning icons in some arcane tongue she couldn't decipher, and also noted the potions effects would take a short time- and wouldn't appear all at once and that the potions effects remained active for a full twenty-four hours. This half answered one of her concerns; is it permanent? If it lasted a full day, she would have time to make alterations as needed presumably, even if it was cemented in afterward. This was her body here- she liked her body!
Chloe had straight earth brown hair and autumn gold eyes. Her skin was a rose hue with a rare few freckles on the backs of her hands, bridge of her nose, and across the tops of her pert C cups. She was quite small overall as well, which made her breasts seem quite impressive on her small frame. Aden fell in love with this body to...how much would he really want to change? The transformation couldn't be too much at all. That was both a relief and a problem. What if the potion did nothing at all, because he wouldn't have her any other way? Romantic yes, but it means she blew her wish and was back to square one with gift ideas. She stood perfectly still in front of the bathroom mirror for several minutes with her brows crunched, her thoughts pulling her in too many directions to act. With a shrug she finally twisted off the small ornate cap from the vial and gave herself a confident nod in the mirror. Aden loved her so whatever he liked would make her more like her inner self! Her body would no doubt become more awesome for both of them! With a preemptive swallow to belly her doubts she put it to her lips and downed the entire vial in one go. It actually tasted really good, though it was a unique taste she could not think of a comparison for. She stood wide-eyed in the mirror, getting up close to watch for changes but nothing seemed to happen. It said it would be gradual but she expected...something! She sighed and looked past herself in the mirror to the clock some distance away, out the open bathroom door on the living room wall. She told herself aloud it was late and she should probably go to sleep for now. She thought she felt an odd tingling in several places on her body, but it could just be her mind playing tricks on her as she quickly fell asleep.
Chloe started to wake slowly, but then startled herself fully awake when she remembered what she did before bed. Her feet were filled with an odd tingling. It was not sharp like a sleeping limb coming back but a blunt and prominent tingle. She tossed off the covers to examine them but they looked the same still. After several moments of examination she concluded her legs seemed a bit longer, but the tingling indicated they were probably still changing. Her head shook back and forth as she looked around for any other changes and noted her fingernails seemed thicker and a odd grey color for some reason, but her attention was stolen immediately as she spotted her hair at the sides of her vision! She dashed to her door and shut it to look in the full body mirror on its back. Her hair was full of ringlets, and absolutely massive! It reached the back of her knees! It looked amazing, though she dreaded the difficulty of maintaining such volume of hair. As she was sifting her hands through the tidal wave of hair, she noticed something else odd. Her ears seemed to be a bit pointed at the tips, and now that she stopped moving her hair around on top of it she could tell the tingling was in them as well. She felt she needed to stretch her legs and get something to drink to help clear her head- but that wasn't right either! Her feet felt like they were already stretching involuntarily. It felt like she was on her toes but she wasn't. Chloe thought this had something to do with high heels, as she knew she could never pull them off before, but this was a bit too extreme! Nearly her entire leg narrowed and lengthened, and especially the area between her ankle and toes, causing her sense of balance to fly out the window. She needed to place both hands on the door on either side of the mirror to keep herself up. It felt almost like her bones and skin were reduced to a putty to freely mold without harm or consequence. It did feel a bit like her past attempts at high heel shoes- it was like her toes were being forced together as they tried to fit down a too narrow passage.
Her toes started to feel numb so she lifted a foot carefully and tapped it to the floor- the hard tapping sound alone caused her to jump off the door, stagger and fall backwards half onto the end of her bed. She shakily brought up a leg and her heart froze as it looked like the bones were being pushed out the ends, but she settled more on the side of confusion when she actually recognised the shape. It wasn't a foot anymore- it was a hoof!
"C-cow hoof? Wait...legs are too long...hoof is too narrow." She drew her leg in and ran her fingers over the surface of the hoof, feeling every contour, hardly believing she was it's owner. "Deer. This is a deer hoof...but...why?"
She froze when she felt her hair move on its own. After a pause to concentrate, she remembered her ears from a minute earlier! She heaved herself up momentarily forgetting her new legs and hurt herself trying to hurry to the mirror again. Ungulates do not stand with their ankles just off the ground, she had to stand on the hooves which to a human was basically balancing on your toenails. It seemed precarious at first but the legs were solid and held her up on the narrow hooves without issue and the mirror was only a single stride on them from the base of the bed. Sure enough- her ears were now double the size they were before! She let out an emotionally exhausted sigh at her reflection and told herself that at least her earings were still in- the piercings would likely have been lost in the change otherwise. She was about to call them out as pig ears but noticed a fine fur growing on the backs of them to match her hair color, and they seemed to still be growing! She had no knowledge of what sort of beast these ears belonged on. She could feel the tingling slowly creeping into her butt area and told her reflection that it better be a cute bubble butt on the way. It was in looking down that she spotted Occult in the mirror, this times sans the magician avatar. He was between her legs but a foot and a half back, admiring the view. She had worn nothing but an oversized T-shirt to bed.
"YOU! You turned me into a freak! Fix it, please, this isn't funny."
"I could turn you into mulch instead- and I wouldn't even need magic for that transformation! I owe you nothing. Out of generosity I surely depleted the last of now, I gave you that potion. We are square now, our interaction is over. I only came to check on you because that thing was in storage for a while and I never checked the expiration date. But it seems to be working just fine." He hopped back and forth while never breaking eye contact with her form. "Certainly not as cute as me, but then, what is."
"You turned me into a freak, this isn't what you said that thing would do at all!"
"I didn't do anything besides give you a potion. And the potion is linked to that...Anus or whoever."
"...Aden."
"Close enough. The point is I didn't turn you into anything- Aden did." He chuckled emotionlessly at her stuttering confusion. "I am guessing you never actually looked in his porn folder...did you?"
"Porn folder?!" She spat the words at the tiny devil bunny, offended he would accuse Aden of such a thing without even knowing how to pronounce his name only a moment before.
"...You really are catastrophically naive arnt you? Well, that's not my fault, and not my problem."
She turned to confront him to his little mopey face but he wasn't actually in the room. Turning back though, his reflection was missing as well, he abandoned her to the potions clearly misguided effects. By the time she looked back into the mirror her huge hair had gotten even longer, now touching the floor even with her longer legs. Her butt was much bigger as well as her hips though, so at least she got that request- but touching it told her that wasn't all. She also had a small horse-like tail growing above it with hair identical to her head, and the tail was gaining size at a speed that told her it was going to be huge.
"Of course it's a tail...because, why not? That would be how today is going."
She flicked the tail to the side confirming she had full control of its motion- though the size of the tail versus the amount of hair growing off it gave it very limited motion. She wanted to ignore Occult's words and not give him the gratification of checking the computer, but she couldn't think of anything else to do while waiting out the transformation. Her eyes glazed with tears, confused as to why and what was happening to her, and being helpless against it. Before any tears broke free from her eyes she took a long, deep breath and tried to gather herself. She noted her nose looked a bit pink and wasn't sure if it was because she was brought to tears or because it was changing. At this point she would not be surprised if she looked back later and seen a pigs snout in its place. Careful not to trip over her own hair, she walked..trotted(?) over to the living room and the computer in the corner. Neither Chloe or Aden used the computer a lot but it was a convenience. She was getting really hungry- no doubt because of her body being strained with change- and ordering pizza would be out of the picture. She could not face the delivery guy, so she ordered some chocolate covered berries online instead on a rush order. It was already paid for online so they would just leave the package at the door. She paused a moment wondering if her going for the berries was a result of her transformation- turning her into a herbivore. She shook her head though, she always liked these ones, she was just being paranoid now.
Once the order was placed for her food, she glanced at the browser history not expecting to see anything, and was not disappointed. She felt for a moment like someone was trying to lift her up- her upper half was under some pull while the lower remained undisturbed. She squirmed a bit in the odd feeling before there was a sudden popping feeling and she was jarred up and forward slightly by the sensation. A vertebrae! She just grew an extra- she was getting still taller. At the very least none of her transformation had been painful in the slightest, most was the opposite in fact. She was getting a little moist between the legs now that she was sitting, an unexpected side effect of the radiant sensations from her hips and tail growing around the area. Trying to remain as focussed as possible on the computer, she clicked through folders looking for something suspicious. Speaking to no one in particular she asked what Occult expected there would be on it.
"There is no porn on here, he hardly even uses the computer in the first place, except for when he needs to work late from home..." As if to prove it to unseen eyes she opened the folder named 'boring work stuff' and was greeted with about 4GB of porn images. "...Oh lord, I really AM naive!"
She could hardly believe what she was seeing, which seemed to be a running theme with her life currently. She wouldn't have a problem at all if Aden had a porn stash, it was the fact he lied about not having one in spite of how close they have been. Still more distressing is that only half the images were human women. Some were furries and most were images of animal bits. Some of just the animal...not even anything sexual in the image, yet there they are in with the porn. Thanks to her slightly disturbing rapid-click tour of his folder she identified her now huge ears as those of a long eared species of cow. As she took her hands off the keyboard she also noted her fingernails were dense and black and she may very well lose her hands soon to another set of hooves. By the time her tail finished growing dragging on the floor two feet behind her, the berries she ordered arrived. She shut all the curtains in the house so it was harder for her to keep track of time, but it was a bit after lunch by then so her hunger was justified. Absolutely stuffing her face as she fell onto her back on the couch, she finally allowed herself to relax just a little. She momentarily drown her worries in melted chocolate and berry juice. She looked down at her bestial legs half pulled in, up in the air from her falling back so hard on the couch. And oddly, she wasn't bothered by their appearance. They did not look bad, and her tail was luxurious...though annoying at times. She realized it was more the repercussions and oddity of her form that bothered her- not the actual body.
There was a tightness in her belly, so she forced herself to stop eating even though she was still very hungry. When focussing on that odd tightness she realized a tightness she had felt in her breasts for a while was now gone. She pulled up her baggy shirt by the collar and seen the opposite of what she had been expecting- her breasts were gone! She swore aloud at that, having enjoyed her bosom greatly and been anticipating them changing to get bigger, not smaller. So far her transformation was everything she never expected...did she really not know Aden? She thought they were a step off from being married, but there seemed to be an entire side of him she was completely in the dark about. She was sad at that thought but her thighs squeezed together at the thought of Aden himself. The tingling had never entirely left her hip area. Her mind slowly cleared itself of cluttered thoughts as her breathing deepened and her fingers wandered the contours of her not so familiar body. Her body seemed to want to tease her though, as she realized she could no longer reach straight down. Her torso was very slowly, but steadily getting longer and the distance was greater than her reach. And as soon as she realized that, another new vertebrae popped into existence and added another inch to her.
She slid her head off the arm of the couch and lifted her narrow legs up into the air. She was long now, but also extremely flexible, with her hips up in the air she nearly folded herself over and practically came lip to lip with her own vagina. It was then her clit gave a mighty throb that lasted for several seconds, causing her to writhe in place. It continued to send off rhythmic pulses out, being much more demanding than she was used to. She ran a hand up her shirt to pinch a nipple but came across it much sooner than expected. To her amusement she realized that in place of her breasts was instead three sets nipples. Still very much human nipple and areola, they were more perky and prominent than her old two. She waved one hand up and down her chest slowly, bending her six stiff nipples and feeling them bounce back erect after her hand passes over. Each rebound of a nipple sent a pulse of pleasure- multiplied by six- her whole torso felt like a pleasure zone. She had to go slow as the sensation was too much otherwise. She gasped and her chest heaved inward and out at the feelings, if she went any faster she would render herself breathless. Small beads of sweat formed across her taught skin as she moaned and squirmed in her self discovery. Aden was not home and there was a good distance between Chloe's house and the neighbours so she was planning to let loose and be as loud about it as she wanted. She had a modest sized toy under her bed, but figured she better use her hands while she still had them. Even now she felt then distance from wrist to fingertip very slowly growing longer as her hands transformed.
Her clit was still steadily throbbing, and now that her eyes focussed more on it, she could tell it was changing too. She couldn't feel the tingle in it because the massive pleasure pulses it was bombarding her with completely overwhelmed the sensation. It was hardly in her field of vision but she could see enough of her nose to know it was widening and changing now to. Her deep, hot breaths deepened still more, and when her clit pulsed her breaths spiked nearly making a beast-like snort she couldn't help but smile at even in her horny delirium.
"Ha-aaah." Her lips tightened shut and she almost burst out laughing at herself as her initial laugh came out half as a sheeps 'baah'. "If I lose my ability to talk I aaahm going to flip my shit."
With one hand on her chest idly pressing and squirming over her multitude of nipples, her other rested onto her clit and over her slit. Even with the pressure of her hand overtop of it, the pleasure button forced itself in and out of its hood. With each throb it grew slightly larger. No bigger than the nail of her pinky finger when it started, it was the size of a large marble now. She suspected what it was changing to but when her outer labia started to turn black she knew for sure- this was a mare's sex. She could feel her anus shift a bit, no doubt also to the form of a horse to match her vagina but she wasn't about to take her hand off her nipples to explore that. Her vagina not only grew puffier than normal but also longer. Though on a human...or sort of human body- it seemed to be taking on a size fit for an actual full sized breeding made, taking full advantage of the new size of he hips and still looking huge on her. By the time it stopped growing her clit was vaguely heart-shaped and about the size of a golf ball. She had been rolling her palm over it to push her fingertips into her passage but it was too big now, she had to reach past it and just drag on it on the way in. Her love juices were running down her arm due to her position and dripping off her elbow. Her entire vagina was throbbing now along with the clit- pulling in farther than when it pushed out in an attempt to devour the object penetrating it. It clamped shut finally, squeezing her fingers hard to force the blood in her hand into her fingertips. Her entire body seized up a moment in orgasm. Normally she would continue a bit after and ride the waves but it was too powerful this time, her entire body felt like it was about to implode for a moment and a spritz of liquid burst from between her fingers trapped in her clenched black lips. Her body then reversed its condition, becoming totally relaxed and limp in momentary exhaustion. She flattened out on the couch as best she could, her chest heaving to regain her breath. She used to fit on the couch but due to her changes she was hanging over the edge in several places.
"Mmmmooo." Chloe's eyes rolled into her head at the sound she unintentionally made, starting with a moan and ending in a moo.
She was still a bit horny, though at least now it was more like her regular level of really turned on, and not to the point that her clit was making the demands. Chloe would have remained still for longer but her entire body seemed to give a pulse and the tingling became magnified considerably. It spread through her entire body, snaking around and caressing her insides as it dragged and expanded tissue in its wake. As if growing impatient to finish her bodies growth, it went into overdrive- lengthening her by several inches all at once and then the tingle died down entirely in her back. Not all the length was given to her back- her neck was slightly wider and quite a bit bit longer now as well. She twisted herself in place to push herself into an upright position and examine herself but paused as soon as her arm pressed down on the couch to lift her. Her hands were gone now, likely finished when her vagina had a death grip on the one. They were still more hand-like than her rear hooves, not at all a matching set. Her hands were not deer, but rather pig hooves.
She blushed as she examined them. "No more fingers but I suppose I can still sort-of grip things. S-sort of like having my hands in bondaaahge. Baaah." She made the second sound deliberately to examine the reverberance in her voice that existed solely in that cry.
She grabbed the pillows on the end of the couch and jammed them up against her rump. Resting her now longer neck on the arm of the couch- she heaved her rear into the air again and forced the pillows further under herself to help support the position. She hesitated a moment as her mind was in a more rational state now but threw her normal morals to the wind, and figured in her current state not a lot mattered- so she was going to go for full out pleasure. Testing her flexibility, she managed a perfect circle with her body- a stunt that would have snapped her in two previously. She abruptly bumped her vagina right into her face leaving her nose and mouth area wet with her juices. Now ready for it, both sets of her lips met in a kiss, causing her clit to pop back out quickly. She stuck her tongue inside while pulsing her lips firmly against her labia. Her tongue went farther than expected, and sure enough it continued to stretch deeper. She pulled out momentarily to take a deep breath of her musky scent and caught a glimpse of the tongue. The deep indigo coloration immediately gave it away as a giraffe tongue. She tried to press her face back in but found she couldn't quite reach it now. The pressure on her gut from before was back with a vengeance. She thought it was something wrong worth her stomach related to her eating, but now realised it was a transformation. It wasn't IN her stomach at all, just near it. The entire area between her vagina and naval became a vibrant pink and four small nubs appeared. The swelling there prevented her from bending herself into a circle again, to her frustration. She was nearly the only woman to have given herself head! Her hunger as well hit her back with intensity and knowing there was nothing wrong with her stomach, she dove back into the food. Shovelling many into her mouth at once, she devoured her entire supply in only a few minutes. With each swallow the tender pink flesh on her lower parts surged, the pressure expanding the soft mass. It was a satisfying sort of sensation similar in feeling to a good stretch. Because of its location though, it also put a feeling in her vagina like someone running their finger firmly across the surface, dragging the flesh gently. Even before it really started to take shape she immediately knew it was a cows udder on the way. She smiled to herself as it would be a decent replacement for her no longer existing breasts.
Before she could even finish that thought though, she heard a car door shut and realized there was headlights dimly visible through the curtains. She immediately panicked! She had no idea what time it was, and had completely lost all track. She had no idea she had been pleasuring herself leisurely for hours now. She just knew the visitor had to be Aden! It was later than she thought and he was home early! Not prepared at all on how to present her...situation to him, she grabbed the blanket folded up on the back of the couch to cover herself quickly. It did not even cover all of her, heck she surpassed the couch itself in length.
Aden entered and glanced at her a moment and smiled as he turned to hang up his jacket. "Hey! How has my sweetheart been holding up? Sorry I finished off the milk just before I left- I had no idea we were out already."
"It's fine...I got plenty of milk." She caressed the soft surface of her udder as it still grew under the blanket.
He nodded and hurried toward the hall to dump his briefcase in the bedroom, stopping to kiss her quickly. He licked his lips after as he continued. "Mmm, chocolate."
Chloe was surprised and licked her lips with her large tongue when he vanished around the corner. She had been shovelling food into her face so ravenously she still had warm molten chocolate on her lips, giving Aden a candied kiss. Had he not been in a rush to get rid of his briefcase and the lights been on he surely would have noticed she was radically different. Even Chloe had not seen fully yet but, though she did not have a snout- she did posses the bright pink nose of a cow. She knew he would see her changes as soon as he walked back and looked at her for more than a second. She was able to recover her nerves quickly- she is still horny and now her man had returned, so the fun can only increase from here. On top of that, her body- as bizarre as it is- is now perfect for him! He should practically melt in her hands...or hooves, whatever! She listened carefully to his footsteps on the floor only now noticing that her large droopy ears could hear much better. She felt her skin sort of squirm and quickly slid a hoof down to her udder to feel the soft contours of huge milk veins webbing across its surface, each about as thick as her former fingers. They did not just cover the udder though, they trailed a bit onto her body as well. Aden returned and stood at the end of the hall which was between the living room and foyer. He smiled as he scanned the room for the source of her sweetened lips as he was hungry himself.
"Aw, eat it all already?" His eyes were still adjusting to the near nonexistent lighting in the room.
"How bout seafood? Feel like some clam?" She turned over while never breaking eye contact. She had to be careful not to strangle herself with her hair. "Got a big surprise for you, baaahd boy."
Aden's pants tightened at the tone of her voice and suggestion, but he froze up when she baahed like a goat. Did she somehow find his porn folder? But he hid it so well, and she hardly used the computer! He would have a hell of a lot of explaining to do if she did, but she didn't sound upset at all...maybe she secretly was also into that sort of stuff he thought. His heart froze in place and a bead of sweat trailed down the side of his face as he seen her deer leg slowly rise straight up and slip from under the blanket. She slowly rolled over to place the raised hoof to the floor and slide out from cover as gracefully as she could manage. She had to shift close to the edge when she rolled from on her back so her udder fell over the edge and she didn't roll on top of it as it was quite sensitive. It was still growing as well, only now the milk veins stiffened and its weight increased considerably as well with hot, sweet fluid. The blanket fell from her before she was fully up because of her height. She was surprised with her size compared to his, wondering if he liked tall women or if it was just a side effect of her animal side. Aden used to be so tall compared to her that her face only met his upper chest, now she was a bit over a foot taller than he was. She leaned back a bit as she lifted and tossed her shirt away to display her triple-set of nipples standing in attention. She locked her eyes on his face to read his expression but even she glanced down as she shifted her pelvis forward to display her udder. It was a bit bigger than a basket ball not including the trailing flesh connecting it to the rest of her. The teats were the thickness and size of her former thumbs. Aden opened his mouth tracing words he couldn't verbalize. Chloe imagined it is what she probably looked like when she encountered Occult.
"D-do you like what you see? It took a while to get ready." She sighed. "...and it is nonrefundable."
"Is it...real?! I mean...how...what?" He took two steps closer but paused, not sure if what he was seeing was even real.
"Long story short, I met some magical...thing, and it gave me a potion that would transform me into your ideal partner...and well, this is the result. Crazy I know, but clearly it's real. I uhm...found your porn stash too after I started to wonder, you know, why I was turning into an animal!" Her tone sharpened as she spoke the last part accusingly.
Aden raised his hands defensively. "Woah! Wait, it isn't like that! I mean I don't like animals like that! Well, I mean I would never think of doing a beast in real life."
"So those images just got mixed up in your porn by chance? There is more pictures of animals in there than actual porn!"
"Yea but what a guy likes in his porn and what he looks for in reality are two different things! Its...". His face was bright red by now but there was certainly no point in keeping anything secret at this point. "It started when I was younger, had a thing for breasts, what teen boy doesn't right? But then I found out about the beast expansion fetish, which lead to other expansion and then to the broader transformation fetish which...gave me an appreciation for...certain aspects of animals." He motioned over her body. "Notice how you didn't actually turn into an animal? You just gained parts from here and there."
He became silent as his eyes scanned her over and over. This was the sort of thing you would only see in a wild story or art at best, and she was in this form in flesh and blood! Chloe walked right up to him touching her pink nose to his and pressed her udder against his crotch, feeling the stiff rod through his pants easily.
"Well, I became the perfect woman for you, you going to just stare or actually put this body to work?" She did not wait for him to respond before kissing him deeply, being careful with her tongue, since it was long enough to choke him if he wasn't ready for it.
She attempted to unbutton his shirt by the time they broke off the kiss but only managed to get two off, since her hooves were not exactly dexterous. With a smile he grabbed into the opening she created and snapped the rest off with a yank. He lead her back toward the center of the living room so there wouldn't be a risk of knocking against the coffee table and gently turned her while running a hand down either side of her body, pausing on the slope of her now impressive hips.
Her face turned a bit red as she realized he must be planning to do her from behind, but she wanted to see his face! "Doggy style?"
Aden shrugged motioning toward her nethers. "The udder."
Then she realized it- her udder was big enough to rival full grown dairy cattle. Several sexual positions would now either be impossible or just terribly awkward. She knew she couldn't raise her tail straight up as it would still be many feet too long, so she raised it and with a strong flick she shifted the long hair to the side. She crouched down and pressed her wet crotch into his on the was down, leaving a dark wet path down the front of his pants. Chloe got down on all fours and stretched out each limb, realizing she was terribly lopsided! Her legs and rear hooves were deer, her front hooves were pig, but her arms were still human! Her arms were only a third of the length of her legs. She was about to say something of the awkwardness till Aden's hand came down firmly on her muscular rump. If she held this position- her vagina and butt were practically aimed into his face. She could feel her clit starting its rhymic pulsing again. Aden thrust into her and the muscles of her vagina's inner walls caved in onto his cock instantly, trying to suck it deeper. She angled her front hooves to perfectly brace the impact of his powerful thrusts against her firm ass. It did not take long for them to synchronize so his inward thrusts matched the pulse of her clit, causing his scrotum to slap it each time it popped out. Her mind nearly blanked entirely, consumed with the sensations. She did not mean to but each time he thrust in, her outward breath was so forceful that she was snorting lightly, and did moo several times- but that was deliberate.
Her legs buckled and her ass unintentionally lowered as she soaked his balls with a deluge of her liquid love. Her entire body became stiff a moment and vibrated. Aden paused to wait for her to recover, using the moments to prolong his own climax. When he resumed he bent over her, 'covering' her as a beast would its mate. He gripped her chest from either side, pinching her central nipples between his fingers. When he finally came it was with a mighty thrust that buckled her rear legs. She went with it and lowered her hips to follow him, making sure his pulsing cock remained inside till it was completely spent. They were both out of breath, and he remained hung over her back, groaning happily and lightly feeling her body. She slipped out from under him easily because of all the sweat between them and she rolled onto her back. Cradling his head into her lap, Aden's lips found their way to one of her teats as he reached up and grabbed another between his middle and index fingers backwards. His head was in a spinning haze somewhere closer to heaven than earth. The udder weighed a ton and was taught with delicious and sweet human milk. For Chloe the pleasure was double- her teats were just as sensitive as her actual nipples as well as the entire udder, but the release of the warm pressure from within as she was milked was amazing as well! The milk Aden was drawing from the other side of the udder was spraying onto his chest, trailing down his torso, and pooling in his naval before overflowing across his stomach onto the floor. They were making a hell of a mess of the floor but neither of them could force themselves to care right now. That was to say nothing of how wrecked the couch probably was as a result of Chloe doing herself over before Aden even got home.
Chloe seen her man at half-mast and squirmed her way over him without drawing her teat out of his mouth. She had to be careful not to smother him with her huge mammary- he was too blissfully dazed to avoid it himself. Using her long legs to keep her udder hovering over his head like the least intimidating death threat ever conceived, and lowered her head to his crotch. She lifted the cock with her tongue alone and hugged it with her lips while her tongue coiled the entire shaft's length. As explosively as his orgasm had been, it did not take too much convincing for his cock to sign up for a second verse. She bottomed out easily on his seven inch shaft- a trick she could always do- and pressed her soft cow nose into his softer scrotum to take in a deep draft of his musk. His balls drew in tightly a moment in response to the attention and bumped her nose, causing her to giggle with the cock still in her throat. Aden felt the ocean of beautiful hair wash over in its curled waves as Chloe pulled free on either end and positioned herself over him. She pressed her pig hooves into his shoulders to pin him in place and give herself all the control. She lowered her vagina down his shaft carefully, revelling in the sensation. Riding him like this meant the natural upward arc of his penis pointed like a compass to her G-spot. Her udder slapped down on his lower belly, luckily now it was considerably lighter. Its soft mass jiggled as it slapped against him, bouncing just slightly. She only survived a few heavy drops before her back started to arc backward with pleasure.
"Mmmmoo! I love you Aden!"
He had to speak between drops as she was knocking several breaths of air out of him. "Even...knowing I have weird fetishes?"
"I don't really care- it's the fact you lied about it and hid it from me thaaaht was upsetting. But knowing what it was in that folder, I can sort see why you did. Was still baaaaahd."
She was approaching her limit already, and his balls were starting to draw closer, they were both hyper sensitive from the continuous romp. She remained down and instead started to roll her hips back and forth on him.
Aden shot a second load into her when she rocked forward one last time putting him as deep into her as possible. The final surging tightness of his cock inside her was the final straw for her and set her off as well. She was so drained she literally just fell backward off him. They both lay in the middle of the floor ass to ass with their legs tangled together. Their chests heaved to regain their breath. As much as Aden would love to be able to make a round three, he was ready to pass out and there was no way his penis could stand again without hurting. Since she started early, this was already technically Chloe's third go at it.
Chloe looked across the room at the clock, though her vision was a bit blurry now. "H...hey, if that clock is right, the potion should still be in effect for a few more minutes- if you want to make any final revisions..."
Aden let out a breathless laugh. "Can't complain 'bout that sex, I don't think it can be improved!" He stared at the roof for several seconds while feeling her eyes on him, before he met her gaze. "Besides it doesn't matter what body you are in. I told you, that porn is just...porn. I don't need that stuff, I just want you- Chloe. And you are the same in whatever body you inhabit!"
They were both surprised when her eyes flashed a bright pink and her entire body started to glow brightly. In a final burst she stood up and the light sluffed off her body as a dissipating mist.
"Holy shit!! I am back to normal! I guess you meant what you said, heh."
They ran into each others arms and hugged tightly. Aden was keeping tight lipped wondering how long it would take to notice.
She spoke muffled with her face buried into his shoulder. "My hair is still stupid long...isn't it?"
He blushed. "W-well, you can always cut it!"
And with that, Chloe's trial was at last over. Her and Aden would forever be drawn still closer together, and would have fond memories of what was quite likely the kinkiest sex possible.
Occult pulled his nose back from the window to allow the blind to fall closed again. "Did she actually think this story wouldn't have a happy ending? She really is naive." |
He could never have expected that thing to actually exist, what with the only evidence he had being spurious claims on internet imageboards and the occasional friend of a friend of someone who totally knew someone else who once talked to this guy who swore they saw it once, but after months and months of searching, Jeremy finally had it in his hands. He probably shouldn’t be so happy that he did, considering what he was planning on doing to himself without telling Ashley anything, but considering how much he had wanted to find that app, there wasn’t really a lot else left in his head; just lust and the knowledge of what was about to happen. On the surface, it was… frankly not “just another app”, considering the garish colours and the subject matter, but no one would ever have any reason to believe it was anything more than a pornographic self-insert program meant for particularly desperate people who really wanted to see what they would look like as a fur. It was a profitable market, after all; everything from specialized photobooths to even the odd gene clinic offering full transitioning services, it was commonplace for humans and anthros to switch places every once in a while, wanting to experience life from the other side. Jeremy, meanwhile, had no intention of just stopping there. Though he had never shared his innermost desires with anyone, not even with his wife, he had always sought a way to fulfill his lifelong ambition of… well, it was just too good to think about, really; looking at the app made the whole thing feel almost too real, and now that he had the opportunity to do something about it, he began to have his doubts. Should he really go through with it? He hadn’t told anyone, after all, not Ashley, not his family or friends… not once had he shared his dreams for fear of being mocked and ridiculed, or worse, dissuaded from them. It was always a nagging concern for him, the thought that maybe all it would take for everything to come crashing down would be for anyone he cared about to try and stop him, after which his goals would be revealed to be as flimsy as a house of cards. He didn’t think they were, but he did also use to believe his favourite jersey was the best piece of clothing he owned, and now it was rotting away somewhere in some dump. Thus, he kept quiet, hoping that if he just accepted the fact that he wanted it, then it would help him through the decision. And yet, the more he looked at the options menu, the harder it was to actually move the sliders. Was it reluctance, fear? Or perhaps just such an enormous change in his life handed over to him so unceremoniously, without any kind of fanfare and preparation? He had known friends who underwent the absurdly expensive procedures required to become furs, and it was always this long, drawn-out process that required so many steps that… honestly, it just felt like validation. Meanwhile, there he was, looking at a bootleg program that was supposed to break the laws of physics after locking onto his genetic code, alone, in his room, without anyone there to tell him it’d be fine after he came out the other end.
At the same time, though, it did give him a certain semblance of confidence that he actually managed to get that far. Others would have given up long before he even thought of doing so, and even in his darkest days he never truly considered the option of just throwing the whole project down the drain. No, he had carried on and succeeded, found the damn app and downloaded it onto his damn phone, and now he had it, right there, in his hands! He did that, he accomplished it, and that made it just as real as it should be. He smiled. It was a good realization… and suddenly the thought of altering himself didn’t feel all that daunting. The options menu, however, absolutely was. As the app was supposed to enact changes at such an insanely fine level, it was no surprise then that, at its smallest, it consisted of a couple of dozen headers that split up into sub-menus and sub-sub-menus, rapidly collapsing into hundreds, thousands of sliders that could all be combined in so many different ways that Jeremy honestly couldn’t even begin to calculate a fraction of them. This was to be expected, and in fact he had heard about it, but actually seeing it right there in front of him didn’t really make it easier to take in; if anything, the sense of emptiness in his stomach returned in full force, as his newfound self-acceptance had just been sniped by the intricacies of genetic modification. Thank goodness for the presets menu. He hadn’t really thought about using those, seeing as the supposed creators of that app were anything but wholesome or family-friendly, and as much as Jeremy himself had every intention of racing towards the limits of decency and then rushing right past them, he did still need to keep his job; couldn’t exactly have Ashley be the sole breadwinner in the house just so he could have fun being a lewd little fuck machine, that wouldn’t be fair for her. With the sheer amount of options to pick from, however, the prospect of going for one of the predetermined body types was just too enticing not to consider, and after fiddling around with just one of the three hundred sliders meant to control his right arm, he just gave up trying to do things the proper way. Opening that particular bit of the app was just like being given the menu at his favourite restaurant, with the various options doing very little but causing his mouth to water at the prospect of picking them. Poor thing even had to look around his room, making sure no one was watching while they unbuttoned their trousers and hastily got them off of himself. It didn’t help that each preset came with an “example picture” of what the body type would look like, or that said picture was so incredibly photorealistic that Jeremy couldn’t shake the feeling that they weren’t computer-generated at all. Whatever the case may be, his free hand wouldn’t be free for much longer, and he’d end up making a mess of himself without even going through every single
possibility… which of course just meant he had to take a break before finishing himself off a second time. Such was life. With so many options to choose from, he felt like he was spoiled for choices, each one lewder than the last. There was no way in hell he’d be able to keep a normal life after going through any of them, so that prospect was quickly thrown out the window; and yet, despite his early concerns about being fair to his partner and wanting to maintain a certain amount of normalcy, he didn’t quite feel like stopping even after realizing how drastic the changes to his body would be. If anything, the knowledge that they would be so drastic only made him want to go through them even more, and he found his fingers scrolling through the list without even realizing he was doing so. The choice of species wasn’t even a choice at all: oversized ears, tiny, prime material for a shortstack? Had to be a fennec fox, no other would ever do. Bit of a cliché choice, sure, but it was his choice and no one was going to take it away from him. Finding the correct body type was a bit harder, if only because even the preset menu had multiple iterations of the same “base” form with only minor alterations to it. Fearing that he’d have to go for a third run, Jeremy placed his phone down on the bedstand and took a deep breath… only then realizing he’d forgotten about the most important thing: setting the scenery. Why, exactly, was he in his room? Ashley was working and the house was empty, plus the couple had bought a full-body mirror for the bathroom that he could and should use to witness his transformation. Without a second thought, he bolted out of the room, having to turn back to pick the phone back up, and only stopped when he was in front of the mirror. That was him. His body. The one he was about to change. And to think he was going to do it somewhere where he couldn’t even see it happen in real-time! There were a few more moments of consideration where Jeremy narrowed down his already limited choices, but it was nothing compared to his earlier indecision. Before long, it was down to just two, and a flip of a coin thus decided his fate. Surprisingly, clicking on the preset didn’t actually start the transformation… and instead opened a secondary menu. This one, however, was not composed of sliders, but of “phases”, where each progressive stage was both lovingly rendered in full detail and described as luridly and deeply as it could be. Jeremy’s pants would
have felt tight if he still had any just from looking at phase one alone, and it wouldn’t take a lot of time for him to slam his finger down on the checkmark. Immediately his body temperature skyrocketed, and the pressure mounting inside of him was the final confirmation he needed to know he was dealing with the real thing; to some degree, he had been expecting all of that lead-up to eventually culminate in sweet fuck-all, but as soon as he saw his shirt begin to tent out in front of him, all of his worries vanished. He was developing breasts, and not only were they going to be very big, but assuming he had read things correctly, they wouldn’t be alone either. The two mounds were extremely heavy, even when they were just barely D-cups; this was to be expected, considering that they were meant to have overfilled saline implants inside of them (how exactly the app did that was anyone’s guess) in addition to their own hyper-productive lactation. Two spots on the fabric, where he felt his sensitive nubs rub against, were already sopping wet, and a few seconds later he could feel droplets of some warm fluid trickling down what was an increasingly-larger set of genuine tits. Underneath them, the pressure in his ribcage mounted, with his torso elongating ever so slightly, just enough for three small spots below his original pair to start growing red and swollen, eventually sprouting three breasts in an oddly-numbered row, both of which rapidly inflated to meet the size of the original one; as soon as Jeremy noticed that his third “pair” was actually comprised of a single tit underneath his second row, the topmost rack split apart, providing enough room for a third mound to develop, giving him an obscenely mismatched three-two-one arrangement! All six were almost impossible to move, being so unbelievably hefty that Jeremy nearly collapsed on his knees from the strain of carrying them around. With his shirt having been ripped to shreds, he was fully able to see how every single one of those six teats was in full flow, spurting milk everywhere in front of him and making an absolute mess of the mirror and floor. Trying to squeeze them was both a losing proposition and the absolute best thing he ever tried in his life; they were all positively stuffed, with a more “solid” core at the center made up of their overfilled implants, which sloshed deliciously loudly with each motion and sway of his chest, while the outer layer was absolutely filled with creamy, sweet milk, something he knew from experience after lifting one of those nips to his own mouth. Trying to sink his fingers into them was, therefore, all-but impossible… but trying to do so sent so many jolts of electricity up his spine that he just kept doing it over and over again, long after the point where he realized he wasn’t going anywhere. That was the point, after all.
As far as he cared, he could very well have remained there, fondling his breasts for the rest of the day, but seeing as those were only step one of gods know how many there were, he merely allowed himself to waste a good twenty to thirty minutes admiring his new busts. Admittedly, having his torso expand upwards to meet the demand for extra space was… odd, but more than likely necessary; at least that way he still had some room to move, even if doing so became incredibly distracting thanks to the endless sloshing of his semi-artificial, milk-stuffed udders. Gods, that thought was good enough to make his legs quiver. Next up came his hips, thighs and ass, all of which were given a single command: grow. If he still had his pants on, they would’ve been shredded by the sudden burgeoning of soft flesh, but at least he still had his underpants for him to watch, stretching and ripping and tearing themselves apart, his body overflowing from the gaps in the fabric before they just ceased to exist as a single item of clothing. His thighs fattened up considerably, enough that he wouldn’t even be able to walk without them rubbing heavily against one another, while his hips widened to the point where getting out of the bathroom was going to be markedly harder than it had been going in. Meanwhile, his hands were firmly stuck in his asscheeks, which had ballooned to a large enough degree that he could sink his fingers into the soft, wobbly pudge and have them vanish from sight completely. Perhaps the best aspect of it all were the noises, with his lower body groaning and creaking quietly as its skin had to quickly adapt to the sudden increase in surface area, not to mention the sheer amount of flesh that had to be added onto his frame for it to even work. Jeremy couldn’t quite begin to imagine how any of that was working, to the point where part of him genuinely believed it was just some kind of weird hallucination; even if it was though, he had no intention of breaking back through to reality. Phase three was perhaps the worst one, as it required the complete restructuring of his skeleton and other assorted bits in order to fit their new female aesthetic. Not only did their pelvis need to widen and their shoulders shrink, but their legs needed to adapt to the new digitigrade configuration of their soon-to-be-fluffy feet, while their skull had to elongate in order to fit a muzzle filled with conspicuously sharp teeth. On top of their head, a pair of fuzzy ears sprouted, while his original pair seemed to shrink into their skull before vanishing. The final piece of the puzzle was, of course, the sudden emergence of fur all over their body, coating them from head to toe in an impossibly smooth, dull grey coat. The whole process stopped for just long enough to give Jeremy a chance at catching their breath, at which point they were torn between their need to finish their transformation and the
sudden desire to explore the body they already had. Even considering the time they wasted pleasuring themselves, there were still a few hours left before Ashley came back from work, thus leaving them with ample time to… admire their new selves. Wouldn’t be too hard, after all, just bring a hand or two between their legs to where their male apparatus had most definitely ceased to exist, replaced by a needy, eager slit that welcome all four fingers he managed to push into it, forcing the half-fennec to drop to the ground and collapse backwards underneath the weight of their six full mammaries. Before they even realized what was happening, they were milking themselves with one hand and pleasuring themselves to climax with the other, their mind having lagged several actions behind while their body raced forwards to give them the best possible experience. There were no words that could express what Jeremy was feeling at that exact moment, but the sounds they were making were a close enough approximation. It was a good thing no one was in the house to hear them, though they doubted their neighbors would appreciate them moaning like a whore in heat at such a loud volume. There was no other choice, sadly; with their body outside of their control, their hands reaching for each of their most sensitive spots only to then activate them as best as they could, the half-fen’s mind was nothing if not a puppet of its own physical container, constantly assaulted by sensations that no mortal was ever meant to experience. At least there were no more doubts about whether or not they should’ve gone through with it. A good time later, after the floor was stained by a significant amount of both milk and femcum (far more than it should’ve been, all things considered), Jeremy succeeded in getting back on their feet. Contrary to what they might’ve expected, the leakage didn’t exactly stop; all of their breasts were still producing copious amounts of milk, while thick strands of their fluids drooled from their lower lips, staining the inside of their legs, only made worse by the fact that their puffy, swollen mound was being perpetually smushed and rubbed by a set of thighs thick enough to quality as small tree trunks. This would have made them worry, but it was frankly far too enjoyable for them to care; for Jeremy, it was an affirmation of their metamorphosis, a statement to the world that their old self had been removed and replaced with something new, something better… and something that wasn’t quite done yet. Cosmetics always had a place when it came to transformations like those; most people who underwent the procedures to become a fur spent an inordinate amount of time intricately designing their new colour patterns, sometimes down to individual strands of hair (fur?) in order to have the greatest possible impact. Jeremy, meanwhile, lacked any of the artistic sense
necessary to make themselves look visually stunning, and therefore chose to keep a single, solid colour with maybe a few accents here or there. Fortunately, the app had a function for that as well, allowing the fen hybrid to carefully pick the best kind of light brown they wanted for them, as well as any patterns they might desire. Much as they thought it was overdone and potentially somewhat laughable, there was no way they could avoid doing it: they needed heart-shaped white patches over their nips. It was unbearable, they needed that, precisely because it was so absurdly obvious and overblown that it fit the overall excessively indulgent look they were giving themselves. After all, Jeremy didn’t see herself even bothering to wear bras, if they even put on a shirt at all; with her puppies in full sight of everyone, why should she bother holding back? Better to let everyone know which part of her she expected people to pay attention to, even if it meant making her look like a cheap slut. Which, to be frank, she kind of liked being. Odd, because she was almost certain that hadn’t been the case before… oh well! Next up was the capstone to the whole transformation, when their almost six-foot frame began to shrink down and down and further down, all the while keeping the overall size on anything that wasn’t his torso and legs. While it wasn’t as immediately pleasurable as the blimping out had been, the sight of his body turning into some kind of hyper-exaggerated shortstack, carrying six tits so large compared to the rest of her that she had to physically move the topmost row just to be able to see herself, was enough to get her to collapse again… though honestly, that might very well just be the weight she now had to carry on a body that was absolutely not ready for it. In fact, moving just seemed to confirm that hypothesis, because it just wasn’t happening; much as the fen tried to shift her frame from one spot to another, it seemed like she was destined to be pinned down by her own assets, stuck between having her ass firmly plopped against the ground on one side while her lowermost trio of breasts grazed against the floor on the other. Not that she cared that much, in all honesty; the simple fact that such a thing was even real meant that her size goals had not only been achieved, but massively surpassed, making the time spent looking for that app entirely worth the investment! That said, being able to move would be nice, so most of the following hour was spent trying to figure out how to get from place to place. It quickly became evident that the only way she’d ever be able to move would be by hefting her own ass up off the floor, because otherwise it was simply too much of a source of friction for her to drag it along. Her haphazardly-numbered breasts didn’t really help, nor did the fact that they chose to stack all of their weight closest to her head, making it completely impossible for her to walk in a straight line without at least bumbling to one side or another in her attempts not
to trip forward. Still, pacing around the bathroom a few times let her know that motion was possible, and thus it was time for the final touches in the transformation. The remaining stage was simple, giving the fen the last things needed to truly embrace her new life as a slutty shortstack. First were her lips, plumping up to a point where talking became a chore in and of itself and her upper lip began to tickle the undersize of her nose; the amount of drool that seemed to trickle down those cocksucking lips was also somewhat worrying, or would be if Jeremy retained any of her prior ability to worry about anything that wasn’t finding the next big dick to shove between those lovely, soft, plush pillows. Right about the same time as she felt that, her whole body erupted with a soft tingling, accentuated in her more erogenous areas; even if nothing told her what that was, she knew. She knew that if she even so much as placed a finger on her lower mound or dared to squeeze a nipple, her mind would break in half and the neighbours would have to file a noise complaint, because even the ambient breeze rolling from the open window of the bathroom was enough to set her on edge, and even in her lust-filled, addled state, the fen knew better than to try and walk, knowing that the ensuing rubdown her mound would get would end up destroying her ability to think coherently. And she was reasonably certain she didn’t even have that, seeing as every time her mind tried to focus on anything of substance, it was quickly rectified by it being filled by images of hung himbos and enormous, bulging sacks. Once again, it would have worried her, had she the ability to do so. As it stood, when her hair elongated and the final touches were given to her productivity, ensuring that not only did her tits and slit would constantly leak like crazy, but her upper lips too would be permanently awash with drool, her transformation was finally complete, and the phone was discarded onto the floor, where it would shatter into shards of glass, along with any ability to turn herself back to normal. Not that she wanted that to happen, obviously. Though any vestiges of the old man she no long was were properly disposed of, it was still her mind in there, even if it had warped almost as much as her body did; what with her objective having been accomplished, there wasn’t a single bit of her, admiring herself in the mirror, that wanted to go back. She was perfect. Finally perfect. Admittedly, she could only guess what Ashley’s reaction would be once she got back home; probably some mixture of utter disbelief, disappointment and odd arousal judging from her own personal tastes. Curiously, though, the fen wasn’t really all that worried about it, as much as she was thinking about what her new name should be. Didn’t really feel right calling herself Jeremy
anymore, but nothing really came to mind; any time the fen tried to think too hard about pretty much anything, it was almost like a headache, her neurons aching from the effort of trying to focus on anything other than seeking the nearest source of sexual pleasure. To that end, the time in between her final transformation and her wife opening the door to the bathroom and recoiling in shock with a loud yelp was quite literally filled with shampoo bottles being used for many purposes that they were not initially intended to fulfill. It was a miracle none of them actually burst, though the fen wouldn’t have minded if the ones she shoved in between her tits actually did; the softness would be a welcome change from the sweat leaving her fur stained and feeling all yucky. Barely even noticed when Ashley came in, loudly asking her just what the hell was going on and who the hell she was supposed to be; it was so weird seeing her from that angle; with the fen barely hitting four feet in height, it was like the entire world had just turned into a scaled-up version of itself, which curiously enough included her own body, seeing as her assets refused to remain proportional to the rest of her body. Left without any real response or excuse, nor the capability to come up with any reasoning, the fen was content with just carrying on with what she’d been doing before, drawing a seriously bright blush from Ashley’s cheeks while she tried to regain her composure. It was clear that the sight was activating parts of the young human woman that she didn’t want to even consider, which is probably why they sighed and took a few steps outside, loudly and audibly sighing before coming back in, taking some deep breaths in the meantime. With shaky words, she ordered the fen into the bath, declaring that the shortstack was “utterly filthy” and in need of some good cleaning; feeling like that was a perfect opportunity to let her wife appreciate her former husband’s new body, the fen agreed, pulling herself over into the tub and ending up filling it like some kind of deranged, obscene pile of soft flesh and wobbly pudge. Ashley seemed to think the same thing, seeing as she took an inordinate amount of time picking the showerhead up, but at least she got into a rhythm after staring at the fen for long enough; the whole exercise was obviously very taxing on her, which was a shame because the fennec didn’t really have the mental fortitude to do anything about it. Maybe she used to, back when they hadn’t been transformed into the perfect object of lust, but right then all they really cared about was how soft Ashley’s hands were, and how great the water felt after soaking in her own juices for so long. Unfortunately, her leaking didn’t really stop even when submerged, and considering how much of the tub the fen took up, it was no wonder that the water began to spill out, staining the ground further as it mixed with her milk and constantly-running femcum. Ashley was polite enough to ignore this, even if she was clearly scowling after a while, and instead focused on getting her “husband” as clean as possible before turning the showerhead off and heading off to
find some towels. Took about three of them, tied together in a series of complex knots, before the fen’s body was deemed to be decent enough, after which Ashley led her out of the bathroom and back into their bedroom. What followed were about two hours of careful interrogation, where the human woman had to very slowly break through the many layers of airheadedness that protected Jeremy’s mind in order to get at the truth; not that she wasn’t almost entirely certain that she didn’t already know it, what with her husband not being nearly as subtle about his kinks as he thought he was, but she needed to hear it from his… her? Her mouth. Even if it was difficult to tell what she was even saying, her lips having become too plump to allow for regular speech. She couldn’t understand why he would have done this to himself. So many options to choose from and this is what he went with. Not just that, but he seemed to be enjoying it as well judging from how much leakage was completely ruining their sheets. Though, it was entirely possible it was outside of the fen’s control from what she gathered; they didn’t seem to be doing anything to cause it and it just refused to peter out, so maybe that was just the new normal? Great. Just great. Asking if there was any way to revert it didn’t really help either; not only did the fen react incredibly badly to the possibility that they might go back to what they used to be, but in between their spluttering and spitting she somehow managed to tell Ashley that the phone was broken and would never be fixed quickly enough for the app to be able to change what it did to them. She said it with a smile, drawing a grunt out of her wife and yet another round of temple-rubbing when the human tried to figure out what to do. The first thing Ashley needed to know was how much mobility was left in the fen; sure, she could move around from place to place, but the human wasn’t about to become her chaperone whenever they felt like getting anything out of the top shelf in the kitchen. Sadly, it did seem like some degree of intervention would be required, because after dragging the stacked fennec over to the other side of the house, wobbling and waddling all the way while leaving behind an oozing trail of fluids (not to mention getting her wide ass and hips stuck in the door and needing to be pulled inside), it was quite clear that the shortstack wasn’t going to be doing any chores any time soon. Not only did she feel the need to bump against whatever hard surface was next to her, squirting even harder and moaning like a needy slut in the process, but even after being invited to pick something up from the cupboards, the only thing she managed to do was trip after standing on the tips of her paws, which itself made such an enormous mess that Ashley gave up on her idea for a second try.
It was obvious the fennec just wasn’t cut out for… well, anything. That body was made for one thing and one thing only, and the one human in the relationship wasn’t sure she even wanted to give it to them. Jeremy hadn’t even consulted her on anything, and there he (she?) was, scrambling to get onto their feet after having slammed all six of her oddly arranged tits on the ground, unable to do something as simple as getting some table salt. And liking it, as well, seeing as after a while they gave up trying to stand and would’ve very well brought both hands between her legs if Ashley hadn’t been there to stop them. She was about ready to throw in the towel and just accept that her former husband was now nothing more than a slutty pile of fur and moans when, at very long last, said pile turned around and tried to say something. It was difficult to tell just what it was, seeing as trying to speak through those lips made most of their words incomprehensible, but when she began resorting to simple miming it all became clear. Seeing as how even the simplest of non-lewd thoughts appeared to be hell for the fen to focus on, the fact that they got a whole sentence out on how sorry they were about not telling Ashley about their plan must really mean they were being honest about it. Didn’t really make it any better, but at least the fen’s wife had some reassurance that part of Jeremy remained in there. “Listen, I don’t need you telling me that you’re sorry, alright?” she sighed, sitting on one of the kitchen chairs, “I… I don’t know what I need from you, honestly. How are you going to keep your job? You can barely walk, how are you going to work like this?” For once, the fennec seemed disappointed, sad even, a state of mind that was as transitory as any other of her thoughts. Within moments, the feeling was gone, replaced by the ever-present, overbearing sensation of fullness that permeated every inch of her. Hard to focus when every time she tried, the fennec’s tits ached from how full they were, or her thighs rubbed just enough against her mound that it sent jolts up her spine, or any number of things that served to do nothing but remind her of the type of body she had created for herself. Even while Ashley continued to speak, the fen tried to get back up again, if only because she knew that any attempt at doing something useful was just an excuse to end up in an embarrassingly lewd situation again. To that end, she grabbed one of the few stools they kept lying around and tried her best to climb on it, somehow succeeding in doing so; with a precarious balance, the fen stretched one of her arms out and opened the cupboard, retrieving a single packet of crisps from inside and letting it fall on the ground. The whole thing took about thirty seconds, during which Ashley had to keep her mouth shut about how rude it was for them to ignore her, but by the end, even the fennec’s wife had to concede that the tiny bit of ingenuity in using the stool had made up for her lack of mobility.
Even if the fennec then immediately fell over again and smushed her many breasts against the floor a second time, blanking out completely and needing her human partner to drag her into the bathroom to be drained. This, of course, was easier said than done, because as much as Ashley wanted to help her new “husband” empty out, those sextuple tits seemed to be bottomless; even milking the vulpine like a cow didn’t do anything but make the flooding worse, and after a while the human was grunting in frustration, less at the overall situation, and more at the simple fact that her own tits would never be like those. Really, where exactly was the justice in that? Her own bust was quite large, and yet never once lactated, even with all the supplements she took; how was it fair for her husband to not only develop six of them, but have each one be so milky they could probably open a dairy farm and seHold on there, that was a good idea. She should write that down, it could be a good way to get around Jeremy not being able to hold a job anymore! All that would be needed would be their consent, which Ashley figured wouldn’t be all that hard to get; a few words about how much milking that would mean, coupled with how much they were clearly enjoying it, and the fennec would be all over the idea. Quite literally; it’d be hard to keep them separated from the milking machines whenever they got them around. But, those were thoughts for later. Giving up on her attempt at emptying out the fennec, Ashley instead settled with grunting in frustration and leaving them alone in the bathroom, needing some time for themselves. Without anyone to help pull them out, the freshly-minted fur was stuck inside the tub, and absent anything else to do, decided to just play with herself until such a point as her wife came back to get her. It seemed to be the best possible option, even if she didn’t know why… even when she eventually collapsed from exhaustion as the hours ticked away without Ashley ever coming back. The fen would wake up in the morning, her sleepy eyes opening to see her wife standing above her with the showerhead again, muttering something about needing to get them ready for work. The former Jeremy didn’t really understand why she was still trying to force normalcy back into their lives, but their confused expression at least helped bring some insight into what her wife meant; rather than going back to the office, she was planning on bringing her to a nearby job center that specialized in more “unique” cases like hers. What that meant, the fennec didn’t know; but the prospect of being put to work using her engorged assets on something that
might actually make use of them was enough to get them to comply, even if she didn’t like having to let go of her own body. It thankfully got even better when Ashley began taking care of her, because every solution she came up with to “solve” the various “problems” that had arisen from the fen’s transformation only made the whole situation worse (or better, depending on one’s point of view). Issues with leaking? Get some tape and cover every teat with a thick, black X that just barely held back the constant outpour of milk, incidentally causing quite a bit of swelling when the flow backed up and had to find someplace else to be. Femcum won’t stop pouring onto the ground? Simple enough, get some extra-absorbent pads and make sure the underwear isn’t on too tightly, even if it meant they now had to carry around a whole pack of those things and constantly change them every hour or so. Despite it being a complete waste of time, the human even tried to do something about the fennec’s heightened sensitivity; admittedly, it was a losing prospect from the get-go, but even the former Jeremy had to give her some credit for trying... even if her definition of “helping” was to put small pieces of soft cloth around what she assumed would be the worst areas being affected. This only ended up making the vulpine squeal in delight the moment she tried moving in the slightest, as the combined assault of the clothing forced onto her and the “buffer” pads meant to protect her resulted in so much rubbing of sensitive skin that her brain blanked out and she ended up collapsing onto the floor from exhaustion. This, of course, resulted in the need to take off all of her clothes, find new ones that weren’t stained by milk, re-apply the electrical tape and then just give up trying to pretend things could be salvaged. Ashley’s face was a bright red when she led the fen out of the house and into the building’s elevator, figuring that attempting the stairs would just end up in complete disaster. Despite the fur’s small stature, her overblown curves made it a chore to even fit inside the small cubicle, and for a short while they both feared that they’d gone over the weight limit, what with all the groaning and creaking coming from around them… and despite them clearly hating the task, the elevator’s mechanisms slowly brought them down to the underground garage level, where the next step in their convoluted routine had to take place: getting in the car. Using the doors was just not an option; not only was the fen’s topmost row of triboob too wide to fit through, her hips and asscheeks would rip the whole thing off its hinges, not to mention the simple fact that she was simply too big to even fit back there without squeezing herself to the point of pleasure-driven immobility. The front seat was much too small as well, as was the trunk… which only left one possibility. It was so embarrassing and humiliating for Ashley that the poor woman didn’t even notice how several neighbors, themselves not-so-eager to get to work themselves, had stopped by their cars to watch just what exactly was going on, a
few even trying to exchange words while speculating on the fennec’s identity; the young woman just refused to look up. The transformed fox, eager to make new friends, resorted to waving and blowing a kiss to those she saw staring at her, only succeeding in spitting drool onto her shirt… which itself led to a nearly-unbearable desire to rub down her own tits with it, only stopped when her wife bapped her muzzle and pulled her hands away from her chest. The only way to get the fen into the car was through the back, via the trunk, and even then it took Ashley lowering every seat for the smaller anthro to have the amount of room necessary to crawl in and make a bed for herself, something the fen was happy to try out if it meant being buried by her own tits. Predictably, it ended up being just that, so much so that Ashley just sighed, counted it as a victory and went into the driver’s seat. The sight of the fennec wobbling in the back of the car, desperately keeping herself from unbuttoning her strained shirt just so she could get at her needy chest, was so oddly alluring that it made driving surprisingly dangerous; Ashley couldn’t really look in the rear-view mirror without catching a glimpse of that pile of furry tits and ass, meaning that if anyone decided to rear-end her, it’d come as an incredible surprise. Hell, even the side mirrors were dangerous, as parts of the fen’s body were still visible, all-but forcing the human woman to look straight ahead and hope nothing out of the ordinary would happen. Thankfully, this exact same elephant in the room meant that the ride over to the job center was significantly safer than it normally would be, seeing as Ashley had to be extra careful not to drive too quickly or make any sharp turns; to do so would be to invite tumbling, and the last thing she needed was a small flood of milk staining the inside of her car. Well, not from Jeremy, at least, but that was a different story altogether. Unfortunately for Ashley, even the most careful driving in the world didn’t stop the fennec’s body from overloading on what were, to most people, barely perceptible sensations. For the human, the rumbling of the engine barely registered as even being there; for the fen, it was a constant source of stimulation that drove her ever closer to climax the longer it was allowed to wreak havoc on her body, and even though Ashley was painfully aware of the effects it was having on her husband’s (wife’s?) body, she couldn’t just stop the car in the middle of traffic until the pile of horniness in the back of her car calmed down. Thus, she was forced to endure as the fennec underwent climax after climax, barely exhibiting any refractory period at all in between the loud series of moans that made focusing on anything such a chore that the driver barely noticed the long line of cars forming behind her; though they hadn’t stopped, they might as well have with how slowly they were moving, and Ashley very nearly ran a pedestrian over when they sped back up to compensate.
The atmosphere inside the car was becoming unbearable, the stench of milk and femcum intensifying as the fennec’s body was wracked by successive orgasms. If Ashley had any intention of her partner being even halfway presentable by the time they reached their destination, their hopes would be dashed, because by the halfway point they were visibly leaking from everywhere they could be, the electrical tape having long-since failed to contain the flow and causing so much milk to leak out that the fennec was openly lapping it up from her own tits. Ten minutes. Ten more minutes Ashley had to endure the sight, smells and sounds before finding a parking space and turning the engine off, giving the fennec some time to calm down before getting out of the car and beginning the arduous process of dragging that creature of pure whorish energy out of the back of it. A small tide of milk poured out the moment the trunk was popped, completely ruining the human’s shoes and socks, along with attracting the attention of every passer-by, something that would only get worse when the fennec herself was pulled from the vehicle and shown to the whole world. Some of the more shameless among the crowd immediately pulled their cellphones and began snapping pictures, a small minority transcending the boundaries of decency and trying to make short videos with themselves in frame. Much as Ashley wanted to keep the creeps away, there was just too much attention being drawn to her, and with the fen’s clothing a single step away from disintegrating after being soaked so much, she felt that grinning and bearing it was the only choice she had. At least the job center was right there. Ashley should’ve expected something like it, judging by what kind of reputation that place had, but still felt incredibly taken aback after walking through the front door and seeing a spectacle of debauchery that rivalled the one her wife had been making for the past day or so. Thinking herself alone in her predicament, it was with no end of surprise that the human woman saw a whole bunch of people that seemed to be in the same position she was, humans and furs all accompanying their partners or family members, all of which had succumbed to the same kind of transformative growthlust that Jeremy had. Some were even more obscenely-endowed than the fennec, meaning that while their own arrival drew some eyes towards the entrance, those didn’t really linger; the newcomers were just par for the course when it came to a place like that. Ashley didn’t find the job prospects on display there to be all that attractive as well, especially since most of them included a free “adaptation consultation” meant to instruct everyone involved in their life about how to deal with sudden “life-altering changes” like those. The idea that Jeremy would never come back, while always there in the back of her mind, had been consistently pushed back, only to be brought to the forefront quite unceremoniously after one of the attendant clerks asked her if the transformation had taken place more than twelve
hours before; with Ashley nodding, the man sighed and apologized, stating that the emergency geneslate wouldn’t work, and the two of them should grab a ticket and wait in line. At the very least, a quick scan of the available job offers revealed that there was a seemingly-endless opening for “lactic supply” jobs, which both of them assumed meant turning the fennec into a milking cow, as befitting her hyper-productive bosoms. In fact, the more they looked into it, reaching for a pamphlet and everything, the more the prospect seemed to be genuinely interesting: all-expenses-paid lodging and meals, excellent job security for as long as the milk kept flowing, incredible insurance policies and, perhaps most importantly, a permanent discount on all products produced by the company so long as they remained working there. What with visiting hours being unlimited as well, both Ashley and the former Jeremy could see such a thing turning into an honest-to-goodness career opportunity, assuming the transformation kept the fennec just as milky as she was right now. Wouldn’t be the most dignified of professions, but then again, the fen was anything but dignified at that point, so why even bother with that? The two were kept distracted by these thoughts until their number was called out. Time to start a new life. |
Hana grumbled to herself as she hustled back to the dormitory from the nearby ramen shop, frustrated she couldn't effort any extra toppings. She didn't have the highest hopes when she came to university- she knew dorm mates would be distracting at times, she knew a diploma was far from a get-a-job instantly ticket, and she knew the debts would be bad. She planned for those things before coming here. The one thing she didn't plan for was her own emotions. Dealing with distractions, while studying constantly around an awkward class schedule, with a shoestring budget was hard on the heart. Even if she wanted to let loose and have some fun to recover a bit, she was so into the books since she was little that she basically had only two friends, who in turn only had each other. Her entire social network was three people.
As if to rub salt in her wounds, no one else seemed troubled by....anything. Practically everyone on campus was carefree and smiling, it was like Hana and her friends Marcy and Sill(Sylvia) were the only real people. Everyone else seemed phased into some fantasy world they weren't invited to. Hana started to feel like she was going insane when Marcy started acting a lot happier and vanishing for long periods of time. She refused to tell Hana why, acting offended her friend would try to pry but Hana could see through the act. Now tonight at the ramen shop Sill shows up smiling and acting off as well! No explanation there either! Was it something in the water!? Was the university signed up to some government testing? She couldn't even trust the friends she did have! Now she wouldn't even be able to study properly because she keeps trying to figure out what the hell is going on!
It was one in the morning when Hana was woken by an odd text from Sylvia, apologising for being so mysterious. The next message was a time and place, and a photo of a very odd coin with a horse on it. The coin looked very old as the image on it was almost entirely weathered away. Hana texted questions back but received no reply. She was forced to just go back to sleep, and go to the location tomorrow afternoon after class. When she arrived she seen a woman she did not know, standing in the field, clearly waiting for her.
"Hana? You seen a coin from Nowhere?"
"Uhm...my friend texted me the image of a weird coin last night. With zero explanation. And you are...?"
She smiled. "Gracia, just a person who found something really cool in archaeology studies." She flicked an ancient coin to Hana. "Promise not to speak a word of it to the outside world and I can take you to your friends. The best, most hidden study spot in the world."
"Or your just leading me somewhere to murder me."
Gracia clicked her tongue, placing a hand on her hip. "Do I look like the murderer type? If you agree to keep it secret, hold onto that coin. What you are about to see will be super weird, but don't worry about it."
Gracia took out an ancient key made of bone. The hole at the top was such a large ring you could use it as its own key ring. She explained that it is an ancient artifact carved from the bones of a dead God, known as the Key To Lost Doors. Through the ring at the top, everything looked the same except for a large, ornate stone door standing nearby, attached to nothing. Using it like some sort of portal she reached an arm through the ring to tap a glowing rune on the doorway and both women were engulfed momentarily in light and then seemed to blink out of reality. A moment later, Hana was frantically looking around as her surroundings were entirely different! A titanic ancient ruin! Vines and fluffy moss covered huge stone structures watched with images of people and animals. Far above was uncut rock- they were underground.
Gracia renewed her smile at the sight of her confusion. "Welcome to Nowhere. The key I found can see doors that are otherwise intangible. So far I have only found two, but supposedly they exist all over the continent. I have been bringing people here who are being weighted down by stress or depression. As long as they do not speak of it to the outside world, they can use Nowhere as a tranquil oasis. Only my key can see and open the door-" She pointed to the coin in Hana's hand. "But I found a huge pile of those coins in here. If someone holding the coin steps into the exact spot the door is, it will let them in as well.
Hana looked around in disbelief, not even acknowledging Gracia for over a minute before finally looking at her, dumbfounded. "How is this possible?"
They walked down eon-old roads and up a huge ziggurat-like structure that looked like it was meant for ritual gatherings. Each level of it had nude men and women carved into the side, posed in a way that made them look like they were holding up the next level of it. When they arrived at the top, Hana gasped. What she seen made the old legends still a bit more believable. It was a single vertebrae the size of the giant tires of a huge construction vehicle! Several people could stand inside of the bone easily it was so huge, and even length wise it was almost as tall as Hana. Around the outside was three rings etched into it, filled with the reliefs of nearly a hundred different animals.
Gracia finally lead Hana to the source of light that was radiating through the entire ruin- an underground forest surrounded by a small lake, river, and field. The ruins wrapped around the gigantic underground chamber while the wilderness was cradled in the middle. High above was the bizarre sight of a blue sky, the source of the light was...the sun. Blue sky, sunlight and the occasional puffy white cloud hung above everything, even though they were underground. The edges of where the sky ended and the rock overhead started seemed to ebb and flow, oscillating like waves of water, and a few stalagmites penetrated the illusion of sky toward the edge as well. It was as if the sky was reflected in a upside down lake. Hana blushed nervously when she seen the number of naked or near-naked women present. Gracia shrugged and explained this wasn't exactly what she pictured either, but how things ended up. The sunlight in the chamber had no where to go, since the area was underground and completely enclosed on all sides, so it was very warm under the false sky. So the girls started to discard clothing more liberally as time went on, and now it was clothing optional. Since there was no boys and no way for men to ever get in there, there was really no reason for anyone to need to wear clothing. So, the majority were entirely naked. They all relaxed, swimming in the crystal clear water of the small lake, tanning on bed-sized short stone slabs to get a tan, or just reading in the shade of trees at the edge of the woods. It really did seem too good to possibly be true. You could relax, have fun, socialize or study in utter paradise, and then return to the real world in the blink of an eye and pretend like nothing happened. There was no rules here really, no laws, you just did whatever you wanted, the outside world had no influence here.
People seemed really different while they were here, like their real world personalities got tossed out the window the second they stepped in here. Women who were stuck up bitches in the real world were reasonable almost-fun people to be with here, and shy girls actually opened up. It was almost two weeks of coming to Nowhere, when relationship talk started to bother Hana. She had not had a boyfriend since mid-highschool. In a place with no boys though, free conversation about boys was very abundant here, and given almost everyone was naked, those conversations veered into the gutter quite quickly. Hana was reluctant to take her clothing off at first, but by the end of the first week she was wearing a bikini specifically for coming here, and halfway through the second week she realized there wasn't much point and just went nude when she came to Nowhere. She stuck to herself when she did though, not exactly wanting to show herself off. Her breasts were tiny mounds, with easily excited impressive nipples centred in tiny dark pink areola. Her straight dark brown hair usually hid her chest, though her bush below was plenty visible. She shaved her pits and legs but since she hadn't been in a relationship since forever ago, she rarely bothered trimming the hedges. She found the sexually charged conversations a little too distracting, and between that and her self consciousness of being nude around so many other women made it hard to study in the main area, so day by day she migrated closer and closer to the woods till she found herself studying alone in them. There was no wind, no bird chirping, and the trees muffled most of the sound from everyone else. The woods were completely tranquil and Hana was able to study easily in them.
Definition perfect does not exist though, and once she cleared all other distractions Hana managed to find another- a very familiar sound within the woods that was not another person. It was no secret she absolutely adored horses- when she was little and couldn't get to sleep she used to put on a looping track of horse hooves on stone and grass and go to sleep to that easily. There was a horse in these woods- she would never in a thousand years mistake the sound of its hooves on the ground. With no wind sound carried pretty far, and bounced off trees making it a bit difficult to track down but she spotted him after a few minutes of quick footed searching. And what a horse it was- he is big in every possible sense. Hana's head probably only reached the base of his neck at best, he could cover over a quarter of her entire torso with a single hoof. The pure shimmering black pelt revealed the toned curvature of his muscle. The stallion's mane was short and bristly, but he had long fetlocks and tail, all of which were dark brown, the only colour on him. And down below, saying he was well endowed would be a gross understatement. It was thicker than Hana's arm and so long even compared to his own body that the head was almost between his FRONT legs. His balls looked like the size of a cantaloupe each! She had seen a LOT of horses on the internet and the posters that almost entirely hid the wall of her room back home from view, but this stud was unbelievably impressive.
Hana just stood there watching him for nearly ten minutes, wondering what he was doing, and how he got here. Only Gracia can open the door to get into this place and it is a completely closed off underground chamber, so how did a horse get here? Was it always here? If there was several horses, they presumably could have just been born and raised here since ancient times without human intervention. Horses were herd animals though, and there was no other horses visible here, or in the open fields outside the forest where you'd assume they would prefer to live. Not to mention his dick was out- way out. From the moment she found him it was all the way out of the sheath, though not hard- and it just remained out for no apparent reason. Every step and turn he made caused it to bob and sway heavily and Hana's eyes were locked to it like she was hypnotized. She was naked, alone in a forest paradise with a super stud swinging his dick around only a few feet away from her. She couldn't have thought of a better scenario in her wildest dreams. After what seemed like forever his cock finally decided to give the show a rest and slide back into the thick soft leathery sheath. A while longer Hana realized how long she had spent following an unknown stallion in the woods aimlessly and had to leave for the dorm to rest up.
This was only the first of many encounters- now with him on Hana's mind she deliberately looked for him in the woods when she went out to study, and found him each time easily. She hadn't had a real boyfriend in ages so she couldn't take it on the third encounter. He started to masturbate right there in front of her, slapping his huge dick on his sensitive veiny underside while his huge balls bounced with their own rhythm. She was already naked, and in the privacy of the woods, so she just leaned back against a tree and finger banged to the stallion's rhythm- though he beat her to climax by some time. Hana didn't mind, his soft cock took its time returning completely to the sheath anyway. She wanted to touch him so bad, but wasn't sure if he was wild and would stomp her. It seemed unlikely though- not only was it odd a horse could get in a place like this in the first place, her thorough examination of his cock told her there was no smegma at all. No other horses to fuck, but his dicks unusually clean. Someone had to be taking care of him...but that didn't guarantee the person tending him actually owned him either.
After a week of this, Hana was plenty used to coming to Nowhere, and thoroughly enjoyed the time she shared just a short distance from the stud. She brought him an apple twice, letting him take it from her hand while she gently pet his side, feeling the twitching muscles against her hand made her even hornier. She couldn't imagine doing anything further with the horse though, she wasn't a pervert...but, things took a turn that night. She was so comfortable around her stud in the woods she decided not to bother returning to the dorm at all. Her only two friends both knew about this place already- no one was going to go looking for her, there was no reason to return to the real world other than her classes and to get something to eat. The ground was already soft and spongy with moss, so she only needed to throw down a big sweater and went to sleep on that. Because the sky underground was an illusion the sun never set, so the temperature was always the same comfortable level, and the woods gave enough shade she could easily still sleep in. Some girls were having a party by the lake but Hana could barely hear it from her spot in the woods anyway.
Hana did however get woken up some time later by some slick wet sounds. Looking around confused, she seen something that horrified her for the first split second, then captivated her. Maria, the woman who worked part time at the ramen shop as a waitress was on her knees below Hana's stud, blowing him! Any other horse would have started to thrust as soon as she put her mouth on it and likely throat-fucked her to death, but this stud was perfectly still, letting her do the work! Her blow job was horrendously sloppy, and it didn't take Hana long between her actions, and the empty bottle rolling away on the ground beside Maria to figure out she was bombed. She got drunk at the party and wandered into the woods! She must have found the stud swinging his dick around for funsies like usual and decided to give it a taste. Too drunk to realize the horse could accidentally kill her at any time, using nearly any part of its body. Maria was clothed, but, not properly. She drunkenly slipped her clothing back on and probably got lost trying to find her way back out of Nowhere, finding the forest instead. They were a bit of distance away from Hana, but she dared not move any closer at risk of Maria spotting her. Instead, she watched from where she was, very intently and kicking herself mentally. Sure it was dangerous, and pervy and disgusting but...Hana wished that was her! Yea it was dangerous, but Maria was doing it perfectly unharmed! It was unbelievably well behaved! Even when it did thrust it was very short gentle thrusts that only sent its huge balls rocking back and forth. His dick was of course many times too big for Maria to take- she tried to take it into her throat but the glans were too big, so she was basically just working the tip. Hana could tell he was going to cum easily when Maria's cheeks puffed way out as his glans flared, quadrupling in size making it impossible for Maria to remove. It was bigger than her mouth could allow in or out locking it in place, which means she had to swallow his spunk.
Maria finally managed to pop his glans out of her mouth, wiping the sticky strands from her lips, then looking at her hand before licking it clean. She made pleased sounds as she lapped it up- she actually liked the flavor! She started to make sounds like she was very horny again though, falling back onto all fours as the stud took a few steps away- no longer interested in her. Maria cupped her crotch and moaned loudly, saying it was so hard. Hana watched with fascination from some distance, seeing a bulge in her panties briefly as lube dripped through them. She started to thrust the air as the bulge quickly shifted and darted up, then out of her panties. Hana could not see it well from where she was, but she certainly knew its shape when the shaft started to raise Maria's skirt in the front! Two bulges in the panties and a long shaft...she had somehow grown a dick? A big dick. A huge dick. No...it was still going, darkening. Inspite of herself Hana let out a very audible, long gasp. There was no mistaking that shape. Maria had a horses cock and balls! Maria was confused and scared at the throbbing behemoth jutting from her and held it to her body so it wouldn't bob all over the place as she hurriedly fled the area. Hana wished she stuck around longer. What on earth just happened? It was a pencil compared to the stud's meat pillar, but even other horses couldn't compete with his- she still definitely had a horses dick, no mistaking that.
The next day Hana was expecting Maria to be absent, trying to find a doctor or surgeon to deal with her addition but nearly choked on her own tongue when she found Maria already back in Nowhere the next day, and centre of everyone's attention for...obvious reasons. The others looked horrified, disgusted, curious and even several who looked clearly aroused. There Maria was nude like most people here now, but with a semi-erect horse cock. Apparently it was bound to Nowhere- the moment she stepped back in the real world it vanished, and as soon as she returned here, so did the cock. The transition from her peach toned skin to the ebon horse flesh was quick at the base, and there was some bulging veins around her crotch that were unusually dark for a human. There was a fat taint below her softball-sized nuts though, her vagina was completely replaced. The shaft was black but dappled to pink toward the end. Hana was completely straight, and had joked with her friends that she wished she was bi because this place would be a buffet of potential dates otherwise. Young, supple naked women laying around all over the place as far as the eye could see. But now Hana was finding herself very aroused by another woman, but...only because she sported something very unwomanly.
They hid at first, were as subtle as they could be but word travelled fast regardless- Maria was not shy about letting the other women....explore her new asset. Hana was very tempted, but she did not know Maria that well and didn't want to seem like a slut. It was agony trying to restrain herself. Her deepest, forbidden fetish hanging from the body of another human!! She tried desperately to find Gracia to ask her but no one knew her personal contacts or how to find her at all. Hana stuck to watching and masturbating to her stud in the woods, still afraid of trying to go further without knowing more. Literally a single day later three more women walked into Nowhere with dark skinned horse dongs swinging between their legs and Hana blew a fuse internally. That's it! Tonight, her stud in the forest. She gave no shits anymore, four other god damned women got her wet dream out from under her nose!
Using an apple, Hana led the horse toward the opposite end of the forest to make sure no others also tried to suck him off while she was taking her turn. She couldn't believe four women blew a horse in the woods, and then openly admitted to it. And grew horse dicks themselves! You'd think the fact you grow a cock would turn them off from it- since everyone would know what they did and...well, they would have a cock every time they came here. But nope, did the opposite. The fact it vanished when you left Nowhere meant there was no lasting consequences. Hana did not want the attention it gave but she was horny, and her wildest fantasy was right there, she absolutely could not restrain herself anymore from this. She found the stud first! Like with Maria, he remained still, as if knowing what she was going to do and just letting her do it. His dick was fat and bunched up at the opening of his sheath at first, flaccid but not all hidden either. She gently messaged the skin of the shaft and sheath, both very soft and squishy, but also quite thick compared to human flesh. Hana breathed deeply as it extended toward her face, his musk was delicious. The thick folds of skin stretched straight as the veins throbbed into visibility. She took his cock into her mouth slowly, to savour the sensation. She wanted to feel every contour against her soft lips as it passed inside. One hand on the ground to steady herself, one hand cupped his huge hot balls and heft them, she slid her head back and forth along his shaft as much as she could, which was admittedly only a fraction of it.
The stud approached climax as his cock locked itself with her head, flaring too large to be moved just like with Maria. Hana ran her tongue quickly around the rim of the protruding urethra just before it exploded with cum. There was a lot of it, and it was abnormally thick and consistent in texture. His cum was so heavy! Tingling and heat passed through her body, causing all her muscles to twitch, passing down in a wave straight for her crotch even with the dick still cumming in her mouth. An immense pressure appeared in her groin, especially concentrated on her clit as it started to grow and mutate. When the stud softened enough afterwards, he gave a very pleased sounding nicker and stepped away, pulling free from her mouth. Hana herself was frozen in place, stunned by the sensation. Her body started to move on its own, humping the air on all fours, she couldn't stop. With each thrust her newly grown cock swung below her, gaining another few centimetres. Her nuts were as big as softballs, and her shaft grew long enough to slap her chin when her head was down. She didn't want to make noise to call attention to herself but couldn't help but moan wildly at the feelings of the throbbing thick shaft sticking out of her now. She still couldn't stop thrusting, and realized it was causing the dick to repeatedly hit her underside...she was uncontrollably masturbating like a horse! Her glans started to flare and she only had to bend her body slightly, turn her head down and swallowed the head of her own new horse cock, swallowing a second massive load that night. Her stomach felt so full, so hot. When she moved too suddenly she could actually feel the thick cum sloshing around inside her gut! And it didn't taste like she though ANY cum would. It was good! Both her new cum and the stud had the same taste, thick heavy hot and tasty. Hana remain there for over an hour, just catching her breath and looking at her new cock. Beautiful stallion cock...and now it belonged to her!
She tried to be subtle about it the next day, when she returned to Nowhere, but it was very hard. It is hard to not notice a package that large, and of a completely different skin colour. If she wore clothing to cover it up though she would still out like a sore thumb. The sheath she grew from what used to be her clitoral hood did fully work, which meant when it was totally flaccid the shaft was completely hidden- the sheath and balls were still plenty huge on a human frame. She made it to the woods, thinking she was safe but she had been spotted on the way there by the other girls with dicks, who were now five- six if you include Hana herself. They invited her to hang out with them and have fun, saying she didn't have to do anything sexual if she didn't want to- just not to judge them if they started to do something like that. That was what Nowhere was all about from the start after all- a judgement free paradise of pleasure. Hana did not want to be rude, so she agreed. The socially awkward and rational parts of her brain told her to try to get away from the others and continue doing her own thing, the other parts of her brain seen horse dicks and followed. It didn't matter how long she looked at them. Even after studying every curvature and pore on the entire surface of each dick present, it was still enthralling to watch them. They would have had Hana's attention on a horse, but on a human? She could stare at these cocks forever and never get tired of it- her own included. It was a good thing the others were so sexually open because it was a futile effort for Hana to try and stay flaccid for very long at all. She didn't go fully erect but much like the stud in the woods, she remained fully out of the sheath, bobbing and waving in a lazy arch from her crotch. The others openly had sex with each other, farther into the ruins than anyone else usually went. Most gathered into the field and lake and left the ruins untouched. There was several still normal women who came to 'ride the pony' as well. The newly cocked woman claimed to have ridden Maria's poll once as a normal woman and once as a cocked woman, and said it actually felt better cocked. She didn't take it in the pussy to start with, fearing a bestial shaft like that would rip the tender skin, so she took it in the butt either time. It completely cancelled out the vagina though, which meant the new g spot was a prostate like a man, which caused anal to become a lot better.
Hana tried not to look, then she tried not to stare. The others did not mind nor care, so she eventually just gave in and enjoyed the show, watching the dicks get put to use. It seemed the libido was an odd mix of male and female- they did not have the refractory period a man would and could have sex as many times in a row as they wanted, but they were more hormonally driven than a woman was, craving sex often. And people wanted to test it. Horse phallus is the poster-boy for big impressive dicks, yet now women could have sex with one without any of the stigma of having banged an animal. The conversations in Nowhere were already so openly lewd so often this actually didn't seem like that steep a transition, though no one expected dicks to show up in this place. Over a few days, the others tried to convince Hana to join in the fun. They already knew she enjoyed horse dick or she wouldn't have her own in the first place. Hana couldn't bring herself to, and they didn't want to force her, but eventually one of the women bent over to present her butt to Hana, asking to be fucked. She was erect herself, her big smooth balls gently rocking back and forth, her taint throbbing occasionally as if to point at her hole. Most of the others were distracted with their own fucking so Hana finally took the offer. It took a bit of aggression to push it in but once the head was in the rest slid in fairly easy, though still taking a bit of effort to stuff into the tight hole. Hana could feel the throbbing of the other woman's cock all the way back into her to the prostate, which was swollen to half-horse size itself. When she thrust, she could hear the other woman's cock slap her underside, and see her tits shake out to the sides as the cock smacked down between them. Life started to become more and more of a blur. Less and less studying, though now from more of a lack of trying in the first place. Hana banged other girls desperate to feel the bestial shaft, other cock owners looking to double their pleasure, and even got fucked. Nowhere had surpassed perfection, now not only being a sea of nude young women, but now a forest of impressive dark shafts! More and still more women visited the stud in the woods, looking to experience it for themselves! Pretty soon almost no one there didn't have a horse dick! Even the women who were grossed out by the horse still did it to get a cock of their own.
Where on earth was Gracia? There was still no word from her, strange to say the least that the owner of the place is no where to be seen when all the inhabitants mutate to be part male horse.
Hana lost track of time, sleeping several nights in Nowhere. Hypnotized into a completely spaced-out haze almost constantly watching all the waving and swinging horse dicks in all directions. There had to be around a hundred women who came to Nowhere, given the large population at the university, and everyone that Hana could see here had a dick now. Every last one. Who needed a boyfriend now? A tranquil paradise of endless fucking with the world's best collection of cock with zero consequence. She may have lost all track of time, but Hana still remembered the day Maria walked back out of the forest very vividly. Maria had been getting more and more jealous of the others. Working part time at the ramen shop meant she had zero time between job and studying to have a social life. Here in Nowhere she had a horse dick! The other women were either fascinated with her or wanted to ride her! But then more and more women also had cocks...and now everyone did. Maria vanished into the crowd again. Unknown to everyone else, Maria went to the one person she thought might be able to help- the stud. When she emerged from the forest that afternoon, she was once again number one without question. She let him fuck her in the ass, and survived unharmed. When she returned she displayed her gift proudly- having taken his cum a second time, she now sported a cock identical to his...which on her body was absolutely absurdly gigantic. The balls were each slightly bigger than her entire head, and hung around her knees, having to hang either in front or behind because they would never fit between. The sheath looked almost fat enough to fit someones head inside, and there was a bulge in her abdomen were the cock slept. Once unleashed the glans dragged across the grass in front of her long before it started to erect. Once full erection the head was beyond her own head by at least a half foot, and likely as wide as her head when flared- given the stud's ability to completely lock you in place when flared.
Hana's cock was like a stone pillar seeing that, but as usual she had enough self control to stand back and let the others examine and ask questions first, while she watched. The others joked her ass was probably obliterated from the stud, but Maria claimed to be perfectly fine. It was only when the others checked that it was realized- she now had a horses anus, that is why she is fine. Her anus was a big puffy black ring, and her tailbone seemed oddly long. It was then they also noticed she had horses ears- having migrated up her skull a bit and formed into leaf-shape. Maria shrugged it off- who cares if there are a few minor side effects, they return to normal the moment they leave Nowhere. A few women tried to ride the stallion cock, but none succeeded. It was just too huge. Ironically Maria was the only one who could take it because she had a horses anus! That immediately prompted several others to take turns heading into the forest. That stud was getting his balls emptied just as frequently as the women now. One by one more pillar-like dicks swung into the fray, dragging on the ground lazily. Women laying with huge soft dicks draped over them, relaxing, swimming or having lots and lots of sex. Those who grew still larger claimed the pleasure increased even more, and you needed to be larger to be able to take those with bigger dicks because you needed the transformed anus. Any form of restraint in any of the women in Nowhere seemed to be a distant memory. People constantly fucking out in the open all over the place, everyone had a horse dick, half the people had a giant horse dick, and no one so much as batted an eyelash at how absurd everything had become...and it already started in a weird place. Hana had a perpetual goofy smile on her face- her suppressed fetish had become reality, and then cranked itself to eleven.
Maria was staying ahead of the curve this time as the 'most experienced fucker' there, so maintained attention over others, even as more and more women converted to the even more bestial members. Hana though felt a bit left out, not so much by the others, but by the actual horse. She seemed to have been the first to find him, and she adored him long before anyone knew his cock was contagious. But she was not the first to get his phallic gift, nor the first one to double down on it. For most situations Hana actively made herself the second or third person down, but not this. This made her feel like her dream was taken and run off with by others. Everyone spent less and less time in reality, but the consequences of not studying and disregarding the real world was completely lost even on Hana.
Using an apple, Hana once again took the stud deep through the woods to a forgotten corner no one else would look, and asked him to give her his gift again as well. She once again got onto all fours and took him into her mouth. Suppressing her gag reflexes, she tried to force herself to take him deeper, and to her shock actually did! Another inch, then another she slid more and more into her. Her throat bulged grotesquely as it skewered her further, vanishing past her collar bone! She had to hold her body perfectly parallel with his cock to do it, but she took him farther than surely anyone else had. She got his medial ring past her lips! He was so deep in her, if his cock throbbed hard enough it would likely lift her off the ground. When he came it blasted directly into her stomach!
Again, before he even finished coating her insides with thick spunk, her dick hardened beyond what was normally possible. Her flare filled to max and held there, her veins bulged to capacity and even her taint bloated up like a small balloon. She could feel it, more weight, more pressure. It swung with more force, it throbbed more aggressively. With each pulse her cock grew bigger and longer. She slid his out and went into a sitting position, moaning loudly as her swollen taint pressed into the ground causing her cock to throb and vibrate violently, dribbling enough lube to fill a water balloon in less than two seconds. Her cock pointed toward his sheath, extending closer and closer to him. His dick was still semi hard though, and Hana was absolutely drunk with pleasure and didn't want it to end. Her eyes went wide as she rocked back on the ground to feel that her anus had become that of a horse, and remembered she now had the ability to take a cock like his. Or just literally his.
She bumped her own cock back and forth on his, seeing how much life it still had in it, and sure enough it started to slowly get hard again instead of returning to the sheath. The more sex one has, the more 'prepared' their sexual organs become to having sex more often, and since near a hundred women have been swarming him, he was extremely sexually active right now. Hana actually had to make three attempts to sit up and roll onto her hands and knees again, not used to the tremendous size and weight of her huge balls. She turned her equine anus to him and moved her ass back to meet the head of his cock right over her puffy anus. Taking the invite, he thrust into her and her vision exploded into white dots as her thoughts spun around her head a mile a minute, completely lost and braindead in pleasure from every part of her body. Having her prostate pounded by an actual horse, Hana did not last long, but remained just as hard and horny, cumming again a minute later with less volume. And then again with less, and again without actually ejaculating anything, since her prostate and balls can only do so much...it didn't stop her from having the orgasms still however. The throbbing pleasure of orgasms never seemed to go away now, and brought powerful throbs in the rest of her body. She started to grow with the throbs, her muscle expanding all over. Her ass doubled and then tripped in size, becoming absolutely gigantic. The mass travelled down her legs till her feet stretched and shifted, her fused nails expanding and hardening into horse hooves! The expansion travelled up her body, stretching her arms into horse legs as well. She had not noticed at all, but during her blowjob the reason she took so much was because her neck had already expanded and lengthened considerably, but only now continued to become a full horses neck. She moaned, and the sound became more and more bestial as her face stretched and expanded. Hana completely lost all sense of her surroundings and how many orgasms she has had. She whinnied loudly as the stud exploded into her with a flood of cum that felt twice the size of every other load he unleashed, and they were already huge to begin with.
The stud was black pelt with brown hair, Hana was pale brown pelt with dark brown hair- but was otherwise exactly like the stud! Hana was 100% horse now except for her mind, but it likely wasn't totally intact either- she was still madly horny and it wasn't showing any sign of going away soon, making it extremely hard to think about anything other than horse cock. Hers or others, it did not matter, horse cock was an absolute obsession now! After tapping him so hard she couldn't bring herself to mount the stud, even in her hormone madness- but she had no reservations about fucking all the girls outside the woods, since they are now able to take a cock this perfect! The next day was a complete and utter blur of panic and horny madness. Yup, just the next day. One day was all it took. Being 100% horse, Hana now had the same power as the stud- when she fucked someone they became more horse, but unlike the stud she did not walk the forest calmly, she rushed the other girls. And since most of them were already fucking or being fucked by horse cock, they either were unprepared to evade, or didn't care either way. The thing was, when they went to leave the following morning they found they could not. Every single woman was now a giant over-endowed endlessly horny stallion and no one could leave.
Then there was Gracia.
One of the studs tried to charge at her, but she placed a black ring on her finger and every single horse whinnied at the same time, and several climaxed right then and there. It felt like something huge was pressing up their asses!
And so over the next two days, from dawn till dusk and over again, nearly one hundred stallions with the minds of young women fucked each other in every conceivable position and way, trying to get as much content for Gracia as quickly as they could. That is what they told themselves anyway, who were they kidding, they just wanted to keep cumming regardless of any reasoning. When she was pleased with the videos, Gracia stayed true to her word, using the Bestial Totem to undo the changes on everyone completely, releasing them back to their old lives. She still possessed the three rings linked to them though, promising that if anyone double-crossed her, and tried to spill the beans to the outside world, she would make their lives very difficult.
Hana approached Gracia a day later, in the now empty Nowhere. Even those that sort of wanted to still use the place did not, as their erotic memories from here were too distracting. |
(M TF Multi-animal Hybrid)
Ken wandered the ancient path over small grassy hills, on the way to a hidden nook he found himself returning to more often than he would like to admit to himself. He was in the tail end of his highschool career- so already a man, but not always feeling the role. The countryside he walked was quite a trek from his house, but he did not mind it. Old castles dotted the area, some preserved as historical sites and others restored- but the one he was approaching on was nearly entirely reduced to pebbles. A relic long forgotten by most. Ken had short dark brown hair that rustled in the steady, warm wind. His eyes were pale brown and while he was decently tall, his physique was not very impressive.
He made the walk here many times before, to a hidden corner of the ruins all to himself to hide away from his problems and... let off steam. As he arrived and looked for the gap in the leaning stone wall an odd butterfly fluttered very close to his face several times. He gently swatted it away, and he could have sworn he heard someone's voice. He froze to listen for it again but it never reoccurred. Ken knew other people came to these ruins to hang out but his corner was hidden away and he needed it to remained hidden. Inside the only corner left completely standing was the isolated edge of the former courtyard. Here he kept his stash of lewd imagery. From scantily dressed girls in advertising to actual nude images cut from magazines he found through various means over the years. His parents were an odd pair and a bit paranoid- which made 'alone time' rather difficult. Even though he could get porn on his phone, they would manage to find it in his history eventually, so he had to resort to his hidden getaway- far enough that their search could not find. His parents were not the reason for his need to de-stress though, as odd as they were, they were still good people. He had his eye on a beautiful girl from his classes for a while now, and honestly her sister as well since they are identical twins. Thanks to a bully, he blew his chance of asking her to prom as the ultimate icebreaker. As it currently stood he didn't want to ever go back to his school again. He would need to trick his parents but it actually was possible for him to evade school- it was that close to the end of the year and he already had the grades to graduate without problem.
He made his way through the dark chamber familiar only to him, holding his cell phone out to light the way through. Ken staggered out into the light of the hidden court on the other end, blinded for a good minute thanks to the contrast between the sealed hall. The divide between was not a door, but simply several moved stone blocks from the lower wall. It was early afternoon so the sun was quite warm and the court was sealed off from wind, so it made it rather comfortable. The very long grass that overtook the remnants of a stone walk was pushed down by the steps of his last visits here. Just as he was about to relax and start unwinding, he froze at the sight of a naked woman! She stood with her left side to him, completely naked looking at some of his hidden porn out on a stone pillar laying on its side. Why on earth was there a nude woman here, looking at his porn, of other nude women? She almost looked... familiar. Ken became even more confused when her form flickered and suddenly became that of a different nude woman- one he immediately recognized as one of the women from his lewd magazines! Her form flickered and changed again to another person! What on earth was she, some sort of ghost trying to steal the image of the living? Was she the ghost of porn past... was he going to be visited by the ghosts of porn present and future next?
Without even turning to Ken she spoke. "You have a problem, hmm Ken?"
Her voice was strange, it had a strong tight reverberance to it at first that went away as she continued to speak, like she had hundreds of voices that were trying to synchronize.
"I... who are you?" He might have been more scared if she didn't literally have the body of a porn star.
Her form seemed to burst into coloured vapour, leaving a butterfly made of energy where she had been- the same butterfly he seen on the way in!
"I am Arcane. Or... I am called Arcane. I am not a person, I am a force- one half of the world's magic, long lost. I can seep back into this world from time to time, and encountered you here, since this is one of the weakest points on my seal."
"Well, that is unfortunate. Some powerful magical being, and your forced to see my sorry act- hey wait a minute, you mean now, or the last time I was here?!" His face was already turning red.
"Well I can see into your past and future, so that question is sort of moot. The point is, I want to help you! You had a real rough time, but I am magic itself, I can do whatever you want to make you feel better!"
"Can you... reverse time so I can stop that mess at school from happening? Or, erase Lilac's memory of it at least?"
"I... erm. Well, technically yes. But let's just say no. What about something else?"
Ken gave a defeated shrug. "Magic me a girlfriend out of nowhere? Ugh, even that wouldn't make up for it because I wouldn't even know the girl you created. Highschool is over, I will be getting a job in a year or so if I don't fuck that up to, so I will be too busy to go around finding girls to talk to. It was already sort of down to the wire, and then I royally botch it. Everyone in school will know about that fiasco so there is no chance I am getting a girlfriend."
Arcane fluttered around his head as if pacing in circles. "Hmm, well, if you cannot get a girlfriend, how about I give you what you could have experienced with a girlfriend?"
"Companio-"
"Sexual pleasure!"
"Right, that. That is good too." Ken furrowed his brows. "Wait, are you saying you are going to have sex with me?"
"Uh, I was thinking a little bigger. I could give you a bigger dick if you wanted, or... a huge prostate so you cum lots! Or, I dunno... I could turn you into a woman so you can get off to the appearance of your own body. Or all of the above. I can do basically anything, go nuts, no reason not to."
"That... actually does sound good. I mean... let's face it, if I can't get a girlfriend I am going to be spending a lot of time with my hand to unwind. Yea, give me a bigger dick." He paused a moment in thought. "Not just bigger, give thicker too. Wait, yea. Maybe more thick? See, if I make it gigantic it doesn't really matter that I can't fit it in a girl because... no girl. But if it is crazy huge then it doesn't fit in my clothing and makes living difficult."
Arcane nodded her tiny little butterfly head, saying she had just the sort of cock he could use in mind. The problem is, Arcane is a relic from a time when magic ran rampant in the world, she knew of creatures that no longer exist outside of mythology.
She told him to sit on the pillar- the seat he normally took while here alone. Sitting on the sun heated stone though, he could really feel the pressure surge up through his parineum, it felt like he was tightening the muscles there even though he wasn't. Seeing no reason to hide himself from this crazy situation he did not hesitate to take his junk out, letting his pants fall to his ankles. His fully erect dick throbbed on its own, and the veins bulged larger than they normally could, becoming fat with blood. Then his shaft started to fatten out, swallowing the bulge of the veins back in as it went, thickening the most in the middle but ultimately covering the entire thing. It grew in length, but only a minuscule amount compared to girth. Ken tried to complain but Arcane ignored him, hushing him and telling him she needed to concentrate. He grabbed his shaft from either side trying to contain the growth as it started to round out! The nerves were stretched thin so his touch caused all the muscles in his groin to clench a moment from the sharp unexpected pleasure. His dick was starting to look like a balloon! Actually, now that he thought about it, it looked a bit like the shape of a butt plug. The glans on the end were stretched flat and completely lost on the shaft and the underside of it felt like the flesh was shivering uncontrollably. When it stopped he pushed the cock against his body so he could get a look at the other side of it, and the hundreds of growths there! He had never seen a dick like this... no human had, for many hundreds of years. The underside was covered in tiny bumps- the bumps developed into rounded thorns, and then full fleshy spikes about 3 millimetres in length each. The spikes were rigid with blood pressure turning the underside of the phallus into a forest of them, but they were ultimately just engorged flesh, so they could not get hard enough to be able to damage anything. They all slanted down toward the base, so getting them in was easy- trying to get it back out caused them to grab onto the vaginal walls. The cock itself once fully engorged looked almost like a huge butt plug, with rounded point and some extreme girth, and much more red than the rest of his skin tone. A Griffon cock.
Arcane explained that when flaccid it deflated and became much more narrow. As requested, it is a dick that is extremely thick, making it bigger without making it too long. Ken lightly fanned his hand over the tips of the hundreds of tiny thorns and shivered in pleasure. While this absolutely was nothing like what he pictured, it felt good... he actually was considering keeping this. He needed to see how compact it became when it was flaccid though. Before he could start to really rub it Arcane told him to hold on, she was not done yet. His balls were too small to be paired with equipment like that, and a Griffon is supposed to have a sheath- it can't get properly tucked away without a place to tuck! Ken immediately slid forward in his seat a bit and spread his legs to let his balls hang as the pressure inside them came on immediately. It was a gentle pressure in their very core, pushing out steadily as they expanded quickly to about the size of a baseball each. The skin of his scrotum thickened and grew out to accommodate, but then continued to grow and shift forward, the extra seeming to swallow the base of his dick! Thick folds of skin remained pooled at the base of his dick, the top of which fully fused to his crotch to become a sheath for his new dick to sleep in.
Ken gently rubbed and squeezed the round bulk of his dick. "I is pretty... unique. I will give it that. I always thought the bigger the dick the more sensitive, but, it actually kinda feels mostly the same now that it stopped changing."
Arcane nodded. "W-well, there is more mass for the nerves to spread through. Your cock is bigger- your hands aren't. You can only stimulate so much. See if it was longer, even with your hands being the same it would have the illusion of having more pleasure because the pleasure signals sent through the nerve receptors would have a longer distance to travel, creating a sort of... I dunno what you would call it, 'ghost pleasure' in your shaft as it went. Till your brain is told otherwise it assumes you're still having a good time."
"Well..." Ken smirked to himself, a bit drunk on arousal now. "If it has a sheath, it can pack itself away pretty well, right? Maybe I CAN do a crazy long cock."
"Oh you definitely can. Here!"
Ken shifted forward a bit more, now putting most of his weight on his feet, mostly defeating the purpose of sitting in the first place. This time he felt a powerful pleasure deep inside of himself that could only be his prostate growing larger. From there a gentle pressure travelled up his taint again, like he was getting a new erection even though the first was clearly still there. When it got half way to his balls however the pressure seemed to get stronger suddenly. Now as it travelled forward it both felt like a pressure and like something was squeezing against his dick, deeper in than any hand could reach. Ken stared at his sheath, panting a bit as the steady assault of odd new feelings strained him. He could not see it around the steep round curve of his bulbous cock but he did see the sheath getting stretched downward suddenly. He realized the sudden increase of pressure in his parenium was a fork in the piping! A second cock was growing out of his sheath! Instead of transforming his dick again to be long, she just gave him a second penis that is already long. Ken was a bit agitated at her reasoning but did not actually say anything just yet. Mild agitation was as far as he felt, he was more curious than anything at these changes. How was it going to fit? He got his answer when it followed the curve of his other cock, moving around and arching off of the outer curve of the first! It looked more like a tentacle at first, it had no definition. It was a bright pink in colour, though faded almost to grey at the very base as it stretched farther and farther out. Usually the feeling of getting an erection was short lived or subtle to the point where you rarely even think about it, but this was strong and maintained. Now he literally was getting a second erection, and new blood was being created at a rapid rate to power it. The cock seemed to bend one way then the other and Ken realized he had control over it, he could move it around at will! As it approached its full length two gigantic bulges surged into existence snaking their way up the shaft on either side- primary arteries. They were so large and thick they rivalled the large urethral bulge that was also made more prominent after they stretched the skin sideways. As it hit full erection the tip took form and the closest thing Ken could find to describe it as, was a flower. The tip was a tapered point but a bit flat, and instead of having the urethra in it, it was under it. The urethra was... huge. And it had a trumpeted end to it. Imagine someone wearing a mitten and holding a tiny trumpet in the palm of their hand upside down, and that was the general shape of the end of the dick. Odd, to say the least. It was also large and long enough that Ken was easily able to examine it, while sort of hunched over the end of it was an inch away from his face at most, making it the length of most of his torso.
"W-what sort of alien dick did you give me?!"
Arcane landed to rest a moment on the side of one of the few fully standing walls. "Alien? Its a Rhinoceros cock." She snickered. "Because its great at RAMMING things. This way you can test both side by side and see what you like best, length or girth. Since you are the only one who gets to enjoy these- your pleasure is the only factor to take into account. Oh and, you probably want to get better balance for this."
Ken stood up straight about to ask what she meant but then his entire body wobbled in place. He took a step back and braced on a nearby wall as his muscles filled with a warm gentle pressure and seemed to twitch and stretch on their own. His entire body felt so tight, and it sort of felt good. Like every inch of him was getting hugged all at once, even though the pressure was on the inside not outside. It almost looked like he was inflating a moment before the skin was stretched into the curvature and he realized he was getting more muscular. He needed only kick his pants off, but his shirt was ripping quickly and already too tight to remove properly, so he just gripped it and timed it with a growing pulse to rip it clean off.
"Oh! Stronger. Jeeze I didn't even think about that. Was so focused on getting something new it didn't occur to me I could just give myself something I should already have."
Arcane nodded, waving her antennae around like a conductor's baton. "You knew, just not your conscious mind. I am pulling this stuff from your unconscious. Your conscious mind is always in flux trying to mediate between what it wants, what it needs, what its been told it needs, and what it thinks it might need in the future. Your unconscious mind only cares about what you want. There is clarity in desire. No confusion there."
That would explain why he has been oddly at ease, even when her changes deviate from what he thought. Arcane's wings of energy started to give off a glowing powder that swirled in the air as Ken became more muscular. The swirling energy quickly filled the form of another porn star for him to look at while he changed. As his dicks twitched and swapped dollops of pre, he discovered the rhino cock had enough mobility to actively rub his griffon penis- not enough to get either of them off, but enough to pleasure them both still. Arcane walked up to him and gently placed a hand on his shoulder as his muscles calmed back down, and a powerful wave passed through him. He was forced to wobble forward and nearly fall as his spine rippled and squirmed in a way that looked like it should have hurt. It straightened with a snap and yanked itself out, but rather than painfully create a divide in vertebrae a new one was born, extending the length. Then the muscles squirmed down again causing it to ripple, and then it yanked straight again, pulling longer. He felt something similar to the skin bulking up on his scrotum to make his sheath, but this time on the opposite side, and looked back to see a tail stretching out of him at a very rapid rate. Well there was no way he could live normally with a damn tail! What was she thinking this time? As it quickly got large though he was distracted by other feelings. One that felt almost like small arms spreading out inside of his torso, and quickly revealed themselves as a new pair of ribs having grown in- followed by two more! The other oddity was his anus getting pulled out! The base of the tail grew so thick that it was causing his lower back to raise out a bit, and it consumed the area where his anus used to be- pulling it down onto the tail itself. The tail alone was easily twice the length of his body when it stopped and he lashed it around to get a feel for the new control of movement. He hit a stone wall so hard he actually shifted one of the stones! He had to be careful, he had no idea what his own strength was now, and the tail was almost solid muscle. His ribs and mid section were longer and much more flexible too as an extension from the tail- traits of a snake, though devoid of scales at the moment.
He seen but was not able to properly register the fact Arcane had done the same transformation to her own borrowed human body. Before he could say anything she seductively slid to his side, her hand gently moving over the contours of his muscle toward his crotch. She turned and arched her huge tail over his body and then quickly under it, brushing his rhino dick and wrapping around him again, then again, and then quickly coiled tightly around his own tail and squeezed lightly. Ken blushed and closed his eyes to just focus on the feeling of the unusual embrace. She did not have to tell him now, he knew this well enough. He had always like the idea of Naga and Lamia's tails. A long very powerful, smooth body that could coil around him completely and give him a full body hug- or just as easily crush him like a tube of toothpaste. Because his tail was so long, he could technically coil himself. She gave him an aggressive squeeze before slithering back off him that made his lower ribs creak from the force. Because of that though, he did not notice the sudden pressure pop out of his groin as a third testicle plopped into his scrotum and rest comfortably between the other two. This filled his mind with a pleasurable haze as more hormones were now being circulated in him.
Arcane plopped down in the grass on her back and used her tail to hike her hips into the air, presenting her holes to Ken, telling him to give his dual prongs a test run. With all the pleasure and hormones in him he found no reason not to and quickly turned to her. One dick reached her much sooner than the other, but luckily the mobility of the rhino cock let him line that up quickly and shove in. Two thirds of that dick was already in her butt before the second one even reached her pussy. If she was a human she would have bottomed out long before this, but being a force of magic Arcane could literally just create space to put any amount of dick in her. He put a bit of the griffon cock in her but was going to pull out to get a more full thrust, remembering the barbs on the underside. They grabbed onto the walls of her pussy when he tried to move back and locked their position. The griffon dick could only go forward, not back. Arcane cooed at the feeling though, enjoying the tug on her passage. The thing with an incredibly girthy penis is- you can't really miss the G spot if you hit EVERYTHING. Because of how bulbous it is, once the griffon member got to a bit past the halfway point the elasticity of the vagina naturally pulled the rest in without either of them having to do anything. Ken shivered and paused as he got both fully in her now- apparently the most sensitive part of the griffon penis was the back curvature- it was the part least touched normally. Since they stand out, the barbs were the most common source of pleasure though. The barbs were certainly the female's favourite part, as long as the male did not get too aggressive with his thrusts.
As soon as Ken rolled his hip back to thrust it gave off a very loud pop, causing his lower body to tremble a moment from the movement inside! His hip became wider! And then again, and again! His butt expanded quickly to keep up, very quickly becoming huge and meaty- and the skin on the surface also started to bulk up tremendously. Arcane could see his confusion and told him his prostate was too small to power two cocks, and to give it room to grow without crushing itself she needed to make his entire hip bigger. The skin started to lose some of its coloration and become a bit bumpy as it thickened, and almost looked like it was melting a moment as it overlapped itself. Ken quickly recognized the skin- layered like armour plates and as thick as armour too- he had the cock and butt of a rhino now. The skin tapered off halfway up his back, and only a short ways down his tail. It seemed to only armour his outer thighs, but otherwise remained off his legs. He would have dwelled on it more but his pleasure started to surge on its own, telling him to not be distracted from fucking Arcane. His prostate was getting bigger, creating movement around itself, which might make him orgasm even if he didn't fuck- which meant if he wanted to fuck, he better do it now.
His tail lashed around in the air wildly without him consciously controlling it and his overly full scrotum swing and slapped down onto Arcane's tail holding her up for him. With his prostate mutating he was unable to last very long, only getting a bit of a feel for how either cock felt before they both exploded into her. After several long seconds and powerful thrusts as he fired a ton of cum, he could actually see her gut lifting up from all the volume. The huge urethra on the rhino cock could carry a lot of fluid quickly. The pressure of cum firing from him was not the only one though... another pressure popped from an opening in him he did not even know was there, and he unintentionally birthed a fourth testicle into his scrotum- before he even knew there was a third. To pull out he just relaxed his legs a bit to put a gentle pressure between them. Enough that when the barbs deflated would release them, but not enough pressure to yank Arcane around. It did not take too long and the griffon cock came out with a loud wet pop, since the shaft was still fully round. The barbs remained reduced to nearly unnoticeable bumps for only a moment, before flaring back out! His orgasm was more powered by his prostate growing- it was done now but still at full capacity, so neither of his dicks were ready to call it quits.
Arcane stood up letting the sticky white goo drool out of her casually as her tail sluffed off turning to mist. She changed her appearance to another porn star to switch it up. Ken was about to approach her again but wobbled and fell back down. He couldn't stand up straight! Rhinoceros were not bipedal, and he had the hips of one, so his legs could not stand properly! Ken was about to demand that change undone but his protest came out in a drawn out groan as more changes washed over him. The skin down his legs started to harden and turn grey like the rhino flesh, but did not thicken. If anything, it got thinner, and became ribbed. His toes all seemed to fuse together into one mass, shift around and then split into four, three forward and one back. His thighs became very, very short and rounded, making them hard to pick out against his huge butt cheeks. To make up for this, from his ankle to the front of his foot extended and bulked up to the point where it was even longer than his actual shin! His nails had been reduced to just a narrow sliver on each of the four toes but then quickly extended out. Very long, sharp and hooked, while also being narrow like a blade. Talons. He had human sized hawk legs! Ken cried out again and his tail arched back hard at the prickly sensation down its entire length. A million pricks along either side of it like it had been asleep and was just waking up. The tail muscles convulsed against the unwanted feeling, as thousands of quills started to push out of the skin. Once the tips were out the prickling went away and the feeling of them sliding the rest of the way out was pleasant. He arched his tail around his body to get a good close look at them, and at that moment from base to tip in a wave all the quills burst open. They all released a fan of bristles on either side revealing they are all newborn feathers- hawk feathers. The tail was still a snakes though, and devoid of feathers on the top and bottom, but large on the sides, making his tail like a giant fan.
"Ok, come on! How does this help me at all?!"
Arcane shrugged. "I said I would give you changes you wanted, not ones that would benefit you in any way. You admired hawks for their deadliness and sleek appearance. Oh, but speaking of deadly predators..."
"Wait n-nnnnnuuugh! What arrrr... nnn."
Thin, long bones started to grow under the skin of his back and an intense warmth spread down his arms and condensed into pressure in his hands. Being forced onto all fours put a strain on his palms, since this was not how humans are meant to stand, but this would fix that. His fingers started to compact in rather gross wet sounding pops, becoming much thicker to the point they all squeezed together making them nearly impossible to move individually. The extra skin created was forced onto the ball of his hand and swelled out into plush pads of dense flesh that started to turn black as it billowed out into paw pads. Like his feet, his nails seemed to turn to talons but sunk into the round flesh of his stumpy digits. with a voluntary flex, he seen he could force them back out. Retractable claws... a feline. The fur started to grow in where he felt the heat pass initially, and grew into dense fuz before it took on any colour- but once it did the transformation was unmistakable. No one would confuse that coloration with any other animal. Vibrant orange streaked with solid black stripes- Ken had tiger arms! The cushioning of the paw pads made it easy to stand on all fours now- and birds had the unique ability to deliberately cut the circulation to their legs to allow them to stand for extremely long periods of time without their legs getting tired. The tiger fur ended at his shoulder, but the coloration on his skin continued over his entire torso and tapered off on his neck. His chest, like a tiger, drained of colour to be stark white. While this technically solved his immediate issues with his new posture, this obviously couldn't be a transformation he stuck with. If he went anywhere near society he would be in a zoo by the end of the day, or in a government research facility!
He had completely forgotten about the odd growths under the skin of his back, till his arms finished and the new bone structure yanked out of him! It lifted and stretched the skin, pulling it out easily as a fine membrane. What looked like giant fingers stretched involuntarily against the sensations of the new muscles coming to life and pulling out. He felt like cramping in limbs he did not even have before, urging him to stretch them out as quickly as possible. Lifting out of his back came two small dragon wings! The finger-like appendages were the frame of the wings, the stretched skin the membrane. He half-flapped them and shivered at the sensation of the air on the never before touched limbs. The warmth of the sun caught on the backs and made him spread them wider to take in more of the soothing warmth. The back of the wings were tiger-striped since it was born from the flesh of his back. The underside however was his old skin tone, and because it was stretched so fine you could see the slight outline of veins on the underside of the wings. Held up to the sunlight, you could actually see the light through the membrane, making the veins very obviously visible.
Ken panted and sweat... at least on some parts of his body. Over half his body no longer had sweat glands at all, and his blood ran cold in his tail, requiring the sun to kiss it to keep his blood warm for when it returned to the rest of him. He could barely comprehend his form at this point. He knew he wanted to argue with Arcane and undo a lot of this, but could not think of what because his head was swimming in hormones. His dicks were still throbbing and bumping into one another in the wide sheath they shared. He needed to get off! If he waited any longer Arcane would just keep pilling absurd transformations on and he wouldn't be able to muster enough conscious thought to tell her to stop. He whipped his tail out behind himself to let the fan of feathers help drink in sunlight as he sat down on the soft grass.
As soon as his taint pressed down on the ground another pressure popped in his groin and a fifth testicle joined the others in his now slightly lumpy scrotum. It shifted around on its own quite a bit, each testicle drawing in and out from the body reflexively between one another, which caused them to just roll all over the place within the ballsack. His long torso bent over easily without straining is back- he was extremely flexible thanks to the snake traits in his spine. He could not really grip well with his paws though, so he needed to use both just for one cock. If he tried too hard to close his paws around it the claws came out- and he didn't want those razor points anywhere near his shaft. The soft pads felt great against his shaft though. He panted open mouthed, staring at his cocks as he masturbated the griffon one. Each of the barbs pulsed in time with his heart. But the other was completely neglected. But... so... close. He bent down a bit more, pressing his lips onto the head of his tall rhino cock, and slid into his mouth to take care of it without his hands. His head bobbed a bit, his hips twitched a bit, his testicles were playing musical chairs with one another in the remaining space of his sack. His pleasure surged! It came in throbbing pulses, his prostate going wild. He did not realize it was growing again. He revelled in the increased feeling as his cocks felt even stiffer, not realizing the tubing in his parenium forking again! His sheath stretched even longer as yet another penis started to snake its way out below the second to create a fan of cocks! The third started like the second, but remained that form even as it reached and then surpassed the length of the rhino cock. A sixth testicle popped out. He groaned around his dick as Ken watched the third cock appear and throb larger and larger with every pleasurable pulse. He sent pleasure down two dicks, into his prostate and then it fired back up and fuelled the growth of the third. Bent over as he was, his third cock actually continued to grow well past his head! Very streamlined, long with soft curves and a tapered tip. A whale dork. His prostate finished adjusting to now supply three phallus with ammunition and he was hit hard with orgasm. The griffon cock started spurting, then a second later his rhino cock started blasting gouts, and then a full second and a half later his dork started firing streamers. The difference in length was so much that were was a noticeable delay between each while it travelled the length of the penis. Because he was swallowing the load from his rhino cock at the time- Ken did not even register the fact that his neck cracked and popped as it got longer, making this position still easier to hold. He popped his head off, still attached be a thin strand of cum as he sighed from the release, and as he relaxed a seventh testicle popped out of him into the scrotum.
Again though, he exploded mostly as a result of his prostate growing to accommodate him, so everything he ejected was just excess- his prostate and balls were still full! All three of his dicks twitched now, demanding more, squeezed together tightly in the shared sheath. His seven balls absolutely drown all thoughts he had out completely. His conscious mind only appeared in short lived blips and existed only briefly enough to conjure images of things and people he found sexually attractive. As if losing its grip like his consciousness was, his human hair quickly fell away and turned to vapour, vanishing off him in only moments. He was going to get himself off again immediately but then faced the problem- he yet again had too much cock and not enough hand. He could use his paws to get off the griffon dick, then mouth for the rhino, but then his dork is left untended. He tried to bring his wings around, and they were long enough to touch his cocks, they could not grip it, so that would not work. Bumps started to appear down the length of his longer neck, creating a trail up the sides of his head and connecting his brows. All his brain could register of that was 'longer'. His next thought then was 'tail' as the other transformation that made him longer, and that was enough thought process to give him his answer.
Ken flopped haphazardly onto his side in the warm grass and swung his tail around between his legs, squishing up against his busy ballsack. He used the featherless smooth underside of his snake tail to rub the entire length of the dork shaft! In his pride of solving the problem, new muscles flexed in his neck, loosely attached to the same muscles that controlled his facial expressions. The muscles then tensed in surprise as he realized they were there, and his neck exploded in width suddenly! He had a cobra's crest! It just looked like bumpy flesh ridges when relaxed but opened up into a huge dish, lined with flesh nubs at the edges. The underside remained skin toned, but shimmered teal and pink like the inside of a clam shell. It tapered off onto his head, though the ridge continued onto his brows, making it almost look like he was wearing a hood if viewed from the front.
"M-morrrre? Ugh, muoo, uuuh..." His tongue started to rapidly get longer making speaking tremendously awkward.
His tongue lashed around, flexing to get a feel for its new length even as it still grew. The skin on the back of his crest and on his head started to bubble up a bit in places, becoming glossy and hard with condensed keratin. They lifted off slightly as it became a sheet of golden scales. Both his tongue and the scales belonged to the same animal- a pangolin, the only scaled mammal. Lust drunk, the only thought he could process on his new addition was- it looked like juuust the right size for his rhino cock. The pangolin tongue is very long, but also very narrow, and the rhino's urethra is huge. He arched around again and slid the entire length of his new tongue down the urethra to sound himself, while also giving himself head, while also masturbating with tiger paws, while also masturbating with a tail. An eighth and final testicle popped into his scrotum as they churned, barely being noticeable to someone who still had their mind, simply because of how busy the ballsack already was. Pleasure buzzed in his entire lower body like a vibrator cranked to 11.
Arcane shed her human form again, fluttering over Ken from above to get a better view, knowing he would be unable to notice or interact with her in his current state. She really had to give herself a pat on the back for this one, even though there was three last finishing touches still. She could look into his mind and touch on his desires easily, but putting them into motion was another issue. Trying to figure out where to put all the traits and animal aspects together so they don't clash or negate one another was some skilled work.
Because he was already looking down to tend to his many flesh pillars, Ken immediately seen the fat deposits building under his nipples as several more nipples formed in rows of two under them, spaced down his longer rib cage. Again, his limited thoughts only managed 'boobs' 'hot' 'like, more'. His grunts and moans started to even devolve further into growls and yips as his nose and lips turned black, and his jaws started to click and extend. Whiskers grew out of his face as it extended, and the shadow of fur to come started to grow in under the shade of the golden pangolin scales above. His old nipples were now hanging from the front of two full breasts, which were continuing to grow from his chest as the second pair of nipples below started to evolve into breasts as well. It was a warm pressure, gently feeding the breasts their growth, and when it stretched the flesh and fat further it sent subtle pleasure signals without him actually touching them at all. His ears grew long and big, folding over themselves and continuing to grow. His teeth became narrow but long and sharp as his face continued to stretch. He had to be a bit more mindful of his mouth full of dick with his mouth full of fangs, but the longer face allowed him to take in more and more. His breasts were starting to push into his chin. The top ones were getting really big and round, and the second set was now a full pair, and the third nipples were now starting to develop breasts! Because of how he was laying on his side, one breast from each set rest on the warm grass and the other rest on the side of the other breast- whenever he moved his torso they would wobble around on their surface and rub pleasurably. As fur grew in properly, it almost looked like the orange tiger fur was starting again on the other side of the pangolin scales but actually was more red- a vermilion fur, still with white underside on his throat and jaw. His ears were getting tremendously long to the point they were almost getting in the way- they were so large they couldn't resist their weight at all and were fully flopped down. His face finished fully extending in a final few cracks as the long, narrow face of a red fox. While the fur remained that of a red fox to the black tips on the ears, the ears were very clearly not a fox's. He had the ears of a lop-earned rabbit, sized up to a human head. The fox fur ended at the base of his neck, so while his torso was still coloured like the furs, it was still nude.
In still more surges of growth, the bloated round surface of his breasts forced his head too far out from his body to properly tend to his rhino penis! He growled and was going to protest but all that came out were very strange sounds. His human voice was long gone, only now he noticed his voice was a strange amalgamation that did not really sound like any one animal at all. His attempts at vocalizing either came out as yips with a high reverberance, or an extremely high pitched whistling sound that was almost inaudible to human ears. Unable to talk, and barely able to care, he returned to his changing body. His top breasts were pretty huge to the point he had no idea what the cup size was. The second set looked about DD cup, and the third C cup. While they all appeared to have stopped growing, and they did feel great... and he did love looking at them while he masturbated- they were also in the way. Uncurling his body he instead reached up to take the end of the dork in his mouth, then using his paws to grab the rhino cock just below the head, and then slid his tail in between to rub it back and forth between the griffon and rhino phallus. It was clearly working, his testicles all started to draw up at the same time. His crowded scrotum of eight testicles hung like a bunch of grapes when relaxed- but when drawing up they all fell into formation and stretched the scrotum out lengthwise. They formed into two rows of four down his crotch as he finally had an orgasm from masturbating, instead of a nearly forced orgasm from growth alone! In the middle of the orgasm a bone spur popped out of the skin in the middle of his head- a little painful but he was too preoccupied to care. It very quickly grew and extended out into a horn, long but also very narrow. It grew into a gigantic forward arch, so large it actually made his head difficult to hold up. It was thin and blade-like and had a rough, ribbed surface. The horn of a monoceros.
As Ken went limp, breathing heavily, Arcane fluttered calmly down to perch on the very tip of the giant horn. "Lets see... fox, monoceros, snake, griffon, tiger, whale, rhinoceros, dragon, cobra, pangolin, rabbit, and hawk. Oh, and I guess human of the opposite gender, so, 13? Your nuts are basically like a roulette wheel of sperm. They only fire the sperm of one of the species you are, but which one it picks during each orgasm is random."
Now that Ken's balls were not drowning him in hormone his head was finally clearing. "No... no way I can... can be this!"
Arcane's antennae lowered. "Aww, why? It is everything you wanted. Tons of pleasure, huge orgasm, ability to orgasm multiple times, able to take many mates, you are strong, you can fly... jeeze, what more do you want? Laser vision?"
"Uh, a body I can live in without being hunted down as a freak of nature?"
"Oh. Yea, I guess that makes sense." She thought for a moment. "But, that means your old body. We would be back to square one. Or did you forget the reason we were doing this in the first place?"
"Huh? Oh, yea because of the disaster at school."
"Yea, this is the first time you thought of it since we started, ya?"
Ken nodded, thinking it over since Arcane was clearly trying to make a point. He had not been thinking about it, he was busy pleasuring himself. It was a terrible thing to happen to him, but it is also in the past. It only exists now if it is reflected back on. If he only looks forward, he will never see it again.
"I... want my old body back. Its ok."
"Are you sure? Why would you want that old form?"
"Because I like me, and this isn't me. It felt great, but I don't imagine it is particularly functional. I mean the wings probably can't even lift me."
Once the lust and thoughts of finding a mate were cleared, Ken could see he was fine with himself just as he was. It didn't matter what embarrassing things happened to him, that doesn't change who he is. It didn't matter if everyone else thought he was a loser because they have no sway on him. It would be nice to have a girlfriend, and maybe he would still find one. But it wasn't the end of the world if he didn't. It isn't something he NEEDED. As long as he continued to appreciate himself, he could always move forward, so mistakes of the past remained in the past. Arcane nodded and this time it was Ken's altered body that burst into coloured vapour and vanished into the air, leaving his old self in its wake, as if he had always been there under it all. He went to grab his underwear and pants to put them back on and looked back to Arcane.
"Hey uh, can I get a new shirt? I sort of wrecked the old one. Hey, are you ok?"
Arcane's form seemed to flicker like a candle flame about to burn out. "Yes... but my time is up. Like I mentioned before, I am sealed in another location, I can only seep back into this world in short bursts. The rest of me is sealed in a land beyond dreams, the castle Greivanhal."
"So... no shirt?"
"No shirt. I did leave you a lil somethin' though~"
"What?" Ken looked around quickly. "What is it?"
"You'll find out, hehe. Bye bye for now~"
"Thank you for helping me!" Arcane vanished as he said it, so there was no reply, but he still had a feeling she heard him.
Aside from a torn shirt she did not seem to give him anything- anything tangible at least. But she helped him clear his head. She filled it with lust and buried it in pleasure so that it could reemerge with renewed clarity. Even if Ken never crossed paths with Arcane again, this was not an encounter he would ever forget. His parents always believed in magical beings like this, and Ken always thought they were a little nuts because of it. Now he is the one who will have to keep tight lipped at the risk of anyone thinking he was nuts. Suddenly his problems of yesterday seemed like a fleck of dust to be brushed off. Ken returned home confidently... though, still sticking to the less populated routes since he was shirtless. It wouldn't be till he tried masturbating again three days later he noticed Arcane didn't take ALL the changes away. |
“Alright Jeremy, everything’s ready. We’re lowering the headset. Please stay still.” His excitement was hard to contain, the young man shaking all over the place with the stupidest, widest grin stuck on his face. He’d been waiting so long for that opportunity that now that it finally arrived, he didn’t even know what to do with himself; most of him wanted to start squealing in delight at the prospect of testing the very first full-immersion VR suite, while a good chunk of his mind was telling him to at least try to remain somewhat respectable and not descend into self-indulgent madness too quickly. In the end, Jeremy settled for buzzing in his spot as quietly as he could, prompting the observation team to ask him to please keep quiet while the equipment calibrated, a process that took the better part of an hour. It was no simple set of peripherals nor advanced scanners. His whole body was covered by a skintight suit, dotted with the same kind of motion trackers used for big budget Hollywood mocap productions, while his head was completely encased in something that looked like a cross between a racing helmet, standard VR headset, and massive pile of misshapen machinery. Underneath the lump of metal, plastic and wires, however, was the proprietary technology that the company claimed would revolutionize the world of virtual reality, as it allowed their users to not have to rely on phantom sense alone to enjoy whatever it was they were seeing. Hidden away inside one of the sub-compartments was a small set of needles, each one designed specifically for use with one person and one person alone; creating them wasn’t as simple as just taking measurements, requiring instead extensive medical examinations and brainwave pattern scanning, for their goal was to block all motor neuron signals being sent by the brain to the rest of the body. While Jeremy initially balked at the idea as something straight out the minds of a deranged, cartoonishly-evil scientist, the research team informed him that the theory behind the whole thing was, at the very least, sound; by blocking outbound signals, they could prevent the suite’s users from moving away from it, while allowing the inbound signals to still pass, thus making it so that whatever the suit was “seeing” could be translated into direct neural impulses, translated by the brain into something akin to reality. Or, in other words, the suit would deliberately trick the brain into feeling the VR experience, rather than relying on the brain deluding itself. It carried with it a non-zero chance of backfiring horribly and causing no end of brain damage, though the research team assured him that it was such a minute, remote possibility that standard medical procedures could statistically be considered more dangerous. Jeremy, meanwhile, was so taken in by the promise of actual VR-reality translation that he didn’t even consider the odd choice of the word “could”, instantly signing himself off as a test subject the first opportunity he was given. What he was told afterwards just helped seal the deal.
In order to adequately test the full range of possibilities offered by the device, Rivtech was paying its participants to deliberately try and break the whole system as hard as they could, not just with model creation, but by stretching the physics simulation and straining the calculations required to keep the system running by whatever means necessary. If stress-testing was important for something as simple as a headset, one could imagine how vital it would be for a full-immersion suite that fudged up brain signals for the sake of improving one’s connection to their avatar, hence why the observation team informed him that they would be removing all safety locks before turning the simulation on. Once again, Jeremy at no point questioned why there were safety locks in place, but wasn’t exactly in a position where such a thing could even come to mind. The machinery placed the helmet on his head, isolating him from the outside world until all he could see was complete blackness and the only words that he understood were the occasional technical jargon that he’d spent so long listening to. Beyond that, he was alone in the dark, waiting for someone else to pull the proverbial lever and send him down into the brand new simulated world he’d been dreaming of for so long. “Jeremy, you alright in there?” one of the techies asked through the intercom connected to the in-built headphones, “We’re just finishing things up in here and then we’ll work on activating the neural blocker. We’ll be able to hear you once you’re inside, but for now, just give us a thumbs-up if you can hear me” - Jeremy did just that - “Wonderful. Just a few more minutes.” The excitement was so much Jeremy could barely contain himself, yet somehow he managed to keep everything in place without moving a single inch. Admittedly, the threat of a botched cerebellum puncturing was enough of a threat to keep him from literally jumping in place, even if it wasn’t quite everything needed to tip him over to the side of fear and anxiety. Both were certainly there, and it’d be unthinkable for them not to be; the suite was going to pierce one of the most vital parts of his brain with a set of needles deliberately designed to penetrate deeply enough to mess with his “wiring”, leaving at least forty-percent of him terrified at the prospect of being left unable to walk just because he wanted to see himself with big titties. It just so happened that the other sixty were so giddy at that exact same prospect that they overpowered what some would consider to be the saner aspects of him. Jeremy hadn’t had any contact with the other test subjects running the same experiment as him. There were six others, each with their own full-immersion suite and specially-designed neural blocker, each with their own room and research team; the experiment had been designed to maximize both comfort and familiarity, so that when push came to shove, the participants
wouldn’t be afraid to cut loose and show the observation staff what they needed to see. In all respects, it had been a resounding success; Jeremy knew everyone in that glass cubicle by name, and if not for the trial run being recorded, he’d be referring to them that way. As it stood, however, some professionalism was required, and thus Jeremy waited for the signal to start working his magic. “Everything is ready,” the speaker rang up again, “Jeremy, we’re going to need you to be extremely still. Any sudden movement can and will ruin the experiment and possibly cause injury, understand? On the count of three.” It was really happening. Trying to keep his body from shaking was an herculean task. “One.” Just two seconds and it would all start. He couldn’t wait! “Two.” Oh God, what did he do?! “Three.” *** Jeremy awoke an indeterminate amount of time later, feeling… weird. It was comparable to when he slept on one of his arms the whole night, cutting off so much circulation that it was rendered unusable for upwards of ten minutes after he woke up, prompting much panic and worry about whether there was nerve damage… except literally everywhere. He couldn’t feel his body, nor even begin to move it, leaving him with an overwhelming sensation of dread that only began to quiet down once he remembered just where he was and what happened to him. “...emy? Jeremy?” Someone was talking to him, but the constant, annoying buzzing was making it hard to hear them. If only he could move his arms, he might actually be able to do something about it, but even getting his head to shake was impossible. Should it be? “Jeremy, please, we need you to talk to us!”
The sounds were oddly muffled, like they were coming from very close by and yet still behind some kind of obstacle. He knew he was in some kind of experiment, but parts of his memory were still so foggy that he couldn’t for the life of him recall just who might be interested in speaking to him. “Jeremy, for feck’s sakes, talk to us!” Oh wait, right, that was it! That was him! He’d recognize that lilt on the curse word anywhere, it had to be... Paul? But if that was Paul, then that meant he had to be somewhere inside the research compound, and if he was in the compound… … that’s right. He was inside the full-immersion suite and had just woken up from having several spikes shoved into his brain. At least it didn’t hurt, or at least he thought it didn’t; for all he knew, it was actually extremely painful and the same system blocking him from moving was also preventing his brain from telling him how much agony it was suffering in that exact moment. But that wasn’t important, he had to say something, even if he’d somehow forgotten how to do that. It was kind of funny, because if it wasn’t, he’d have to start panicking, but Jeremy could not remember how to speak. Intellectually, he was aware that it involved moving his lips and expelling air from his lungs in just the right way to produce a sequence of sounds, but even as he tried to do it, nothing really happened, not even a whimper. For a few brief moments, it all felt like it was going to collapse around him; the trial run would be called off, the experiment deemed a failure and his body left an ungovernable mess, fit only for occasional visits from whatever nurse or carer was assigned to him. Every one of his fears, realized in a single, piercing instant, all because he couldn’t keep his dick in his pants. It was fitting, in its own weird way, that the grandest punishment came from his own hands; he just hated the fact that it had to happen there, when he was feeling so helpless. But he still tried. He knew it was pointless, but he kept on trying to speak, and the more he did, the more he convinced himself that he might be able to. It was folly, complete and utter madness to assume he could power his way through brain damage with sheer force of will, but the second he heard himself let out a quiet whimper, that was all the evidence he needed. He had to speak, had to do it, and after straining his brain for what felt like hours (but were more than likely just seconds), something came out. It wasn’t his regular voice and still felt like miles off from what he should be saying, but it was something. Two letters. “Ok.”
The whole observation staff let loose a collective sigh of relief, some of it infecting Jeremy himself, who kept trying to push himself to say something else. It became easier with time, and as his cognitive functions returned, he began to realize that what he had just gone through had most likely had only lasted a couple of minutes at best, a frankly ridiculously small amount of time for his brain to recover from having one of its parts stabbed in multiple locations. With a few more tries, he was back to saying full words, and within moments the young man was completing whole sentences, communication finally reestablished between both sides. “You had us scared there for a moment, Jeremy,” Paul told him, “you sure you’re alright? We can call this off if you want us to.” “There are needles. In my brain,” Jeremy replied, trying his best not to smile at the choice of words, “I don’t think we should… back away now.” “You don’t sound so good, Jeremy.” “That’s my name. Don’t wear it out.” A moment of silence followed that dumb joke, with Paul then having to stifle a chuckle before turning the intercom off. The test subject could still hear them talk, obviously; just couldn’t catch any words in particular. Meanwhile, the set of needles stuck inside of him began to itch, though Jeremy quickly discovered this was only when he attempted to move; if he remained perfectly still, his whole body might as well not be there, but any time he tried to move a finger or readjust one of his feet, the back of his neck, the lowermost pair of him that he could still feel, felt like someone was digging into it with a sharp nail. “Jeremy, please do not attempt to move yet. We haven’t started the simulation.” Well, that explained it. He’d never been claustrophobic, but being forced to lie there in complete darkness without even the smallest of logos being displayed in front of him brought to mind images of being stuck inside of a coffin, which didn’t really help with the mounting anxiety building up inside of him. He tried to reassure himself that things were fine; if they weren’t, then the observation staff would’ve terminated the trial run and sent him back to his room rather than give him the choice to continue… hopefully. It must mean that things were going according to plan, whatever that might be.
His thoughts continued to run wild while the outside world carried on without him, at least until he heard a familiar click; someone had turned on the headset feed, and finally he was seeing something in front of him, even if it was just the company logo flying around and bouncing off the sides of the screen. A short jingle played, and soon enough he was flying through the air in the familiar intro cinematic, approaching the ground at breakneck speed before slowing down at just the right moment to cause a cloud of dust to kick up around the landing area, only to settle a few seconds later. The camera left first-person view, swivelling around to reveal their chosen avatar; which, given the nature of that experiment, was a photorealistic depiction of Jeremy himself. He had to hand it to the techies, they did a wonderful job on the scanning software, because it was just like looking in the mirror, down to the smallest of details. What made it even more impressive is that no one had taken a full picture of his body before; the avatar was created right there and then by the suit he was wearing running several thousands scan cycles before assembling everything into one workable model, leaving him with a perfect baseline to work off of. The camera returned to first-person, and he was given full control over himself in-game. Unfortunately, he didn’t really know what to do, courtesy of never being told, so he had to wait until one of the researchers, Sandra, appeared next to him as a featureless floating sphere. “Sorry for showing up like this, but we didn’t really have time to make something better,” she said, flying around him to inspect the results, “though honestly, judging by what I’m seeing, we probably should. Guys, check this out!” Through the headset, Jeremy could hear the whole team agreeing with his own assessment, expressing genuine amazement at how lifelike his avatar was. “Alright, so, you’re going to want to walk all the way over here,” Sandra carried on, floating next to a simulated mirror, “and when I say walk, I do mean walk. The neural blocker will stop you from moving in reality, but it should be able to interpret the signals it’s receiving and translate them into virtual motion. So, just… try walking!” Far easier said than done. The disconnect between his real self and his virtual representation left Jeremy feeling incredibly confused as to what exactly he was supposed to do. It was almost like vertigo, except reverse but not really; his brain was straining to comprehend what the hell was happening to it, given that it was sending messages and expecting one kind of answer, only to be given a quite literally artificial replacement it didn’t know what to do with. Thus, it took Jeremy quite a while before the first step ever came… but when it did, everything changed.
He felt it. The ground beneath his feet was real, despite not being so, the motion was real despite being simulated. He had taken a single step, and before remembering that it was supposed to be happening to his virtual representation, was thoroughly convinced that it was going on in real life. Another step, and the sensations were mimicked, leaving him marvelling at how that piece of tech had successfully fooled his brain meat into thinking that it was his avatar! It wasn’t just moving around either. Before going for the mirror, Jeremy opted to sit down on a couch, with the resulting sinking into soft upholstery feeling exactly like it should. It wasn’t just accurately simulating what it was like to sit on a comfy couch, but feeding back the exact same sensations that came along with it, so much so that he felt an intense need to open his mouth and let out a long sigh… which was exactly what he did, leaving the observation team feeling so victorious they barely avoided fistbumping one another. Still, a trial run was a trial run and he had things he needed to do; therefore, the young man got up and walked towards the standing mirror, where he could more thoroughly examine his avatar. Most importantly, however, it was the only place in the entire simulation where he could edit his model, courtesy of the company’s simulation software coming with that capability in-built into it (hence the astronomically high price they expected to charge for it). To be fair, they had every right to ask for that much, seeing as they were giving everyone who purchased that suite the ability to perform 3D modelling work on the fly without having to worry about all the intricacies that normally came with it; how exactly they did that was anyone’s guess, and the R&D department certainly wasn’t telling. It was at that point that Jeremy knew his dreams could finally come true, if only inside of a virtual world. He’d discussed his fantasies in depth with his assigned research team, after they broke through his awkwardness and got him to admit what he was into; it was important, they said, since they were fully expecting people to milk the editor for all it was worth, thus making it a necessity to know if it could withstand the kind of abuse they figured would be levied at it. For Jeremy, however, proper protocol was less important than holding his cards close to his chest; the kind of stuff he fantasized about wasn’t necessarily something that most others would, leaving him somewhat isolated even from most kink communities. The staff assigned to his case, however, were nothing if not supportive and understanding, thus eventually making it easier for him to reveal what his intentions were. The floating sphere was polite enough to take its leave, with Sandra telling him that he now had full control over both the simulation and the model editor. She bid him farewell and the intercom was turned off, allowing the headset to feed back the simulations’s soothing background music and occasional sound effects.
What to do first? He thought to start with the most obvious change needed: the one on his chest. Curiously, the simulation had options for a variety of implant types, ranging from typical silicone, to the forbidden polypropylene and even saline-based expanders, each with their own set of characteristics, traits and sizes. It was hard to pick, given the sudden amount of choice, but seeing as Jeremy was always a fan of artificiality and the whole “plastic” look, he figured he’d settle for silicone. A second menu opened, giving him two sliders controlling the size of his bosom, which helpfully enough appeared on his avatar to let him know how they’d look like. He felt disappointed at the complete lack of weight or feel to them, but carried on nonetheless, hoping it’s kick in eventually. Jeremy found it odd that he could leave both breasts at wildly different sizes, and for a while had a bit of stupid fun growing one while shrinking the other and vice-versa, eventually settling on what he felt was a perfect size for him: just about half of his chest being covered by a pair of perfectly spherical, fat titties, primed and ready for squeezing until they began creaking. The moment he pressed the “Apply” button floating in front of him was the moment his back screamed for help at the sudden increase of weight tugging at it. Not expecting it to come into play so soon, Jeremy almost doubled over when the sudden appearance of two gargantuan, implant-stuffed tits on his body marked the point where he began indulging his fantasies. If that’s what those porn stars had to deal with every day of their lives… … he wanted more of it. Some might say that having a rack that covered most of his chest was already too big, but not Jeremy; no, he wanted to keep going until he could barely walk properly, then carry on even more to the point of near-immobility. Sadly, the system could only move in increments of limited size, so while he could technically go that large, the second boost left him carrying such a colossal weight that his back gave in and forced him to kneel, his enormous implants having already pinned him down to the ground within five minutes of him starting to play around with the system. Frankly, to be expected; no one in the observation room had thought it would go any other. The only question was what to do next. “Alright Jeremy, here’s what we’re gonna do,” Sandra spoke again, the featureless sphere making its reappearance by nestling on top of his cleavage, “we can shrink down your breasts
from the control station if you want us to, but me and the rest of the team were discussing things and we were wondering if you’d be up for something a bit more, uhm… extreme.” He was always up for extreme things. Even more so now that his mind was being assaulted with the incomprehensibly powerful feeling of having two tits too big for him to move. Jeremy nodded furiously, so much that the neural blocker began to itch again. “So, we’re looking to try and stress test this whole system, right? So we thought, why not try to find an alternate solution to your problem? Something that would fix your mobility issue while also letting us see how far we can take this simulation and the neural feedback without breaking everything. You up for it?” Truth be told, some part of Jeremy wanted to ask some actual questions about what they were planning. A very small part, the same one that urged caution about size and was duly ignored before he gifted himself those immense mammaries. Easy enough to make it go away again and end up mindlessly saying “Yu-huh!” over and over again until Sandra told him to be quiet and vanished again, leaving him alone with his two silicone-stuffed beanbags. He wondered what he was going to get; maybe some kind of powered exoskeleton to help with the lift, or even a boost to his overall size to see how his body would react to being thrice its size, the possibilities were almost endless when it came to simulations like those, which made it all the more surprising that what happened next left him as speechless as it did. Rather than change his size or give them some extra support, the observation team chose to alter his shape. It started innocuously enough, with his spine elongating and growing in thickness, but quickly took a turn for the weird when the joints in his arms began to crack and pop as they adjusted to a completely new form; it didn’t hurt a single bit, even if it was psychologically distressing as all hell to see himself be turned into something he couldn’t even describe. Within seconds, his neck began to grow, protruding off one end of a torso that started to widen and thicken considerably, until, when his hands touched the group with a small clop, Jeremy understood what was happening to him. The photorealism made it slightly disturbing, seeing as he still had most of his body hair on him, just… spread across what was now a fully equine body, complete with an elongated skull, thick haunches and even a long tail and mane. Admittedly, it looked a lot worse than how he had envisioned it, but that was quickly rectified as soon as he was given full control over himself again.
“We could fix this on our end, but this is your simulation, Jeremy,” Sandra spoke up again, “we just gave you a bit of a pick-me-up to get you back on track, you’ll need to do the rest yourself.” The horse-Jeremy nodded, but instead of going directly for more bodily modifications, decided to try out this new body of his before he did anything else; if the whole idea behind the project was to simulate what it was like for the users to receive a whole range of sensory feedback they shouldn’t be able to, he figured that trying to force his body to walk on all fours would produce some good data. Surprisingly enough, it came to him as easily as it would in real life, albeit without as much waddling around; it was exactly like getting on all fours, except his joints actually made it feel a lot more natural, like he was designed to walk that way. It was a wonderfully efficient way of getting around as well, making even his new tits not feel like as much of a hassle. They were obviously still there, still wide and tight enough that they squished against his forelegs and needed to occasionally be shoved out of the way, but at least he could carry them! “You guys getting this?” Jeremy called out, “Feels great!” “We’re getting everything, Jeremy, just keep going as instructed,” Paul replied. The man in the simulation was having so much fun that he failed to notice the clear hint of panic adorning Paul’s voice. In the outside world, the observation team was currently facing an ethical dilemma about as big as their test subject’s new tits, tits that they could very clearly see both on and off their screens. They were warned by the research project’s central committee that a “transference” effect might take place, loosely defined and explained as the virtual avatar imposing itself onto the user’s physical body by way of the suit trying to make sense of what was going on so it could inform the brain properly. It was a necessity, they claimed, to guarantee that their customers were as immersed as possible; if the suit had to physically rearrange the physical properties of what it was stretched over to make it better fit the simulation, that’s exactly what it was going to do. In Jeremy’s case, this “stretchiness” was being tested already, by virtue of the immense pair of silicone-stuffed mounds they’d given themselves. Even behind the thick cover of glass, the whole team could hear them creak and groan gently, kept from making more noise purely thanks to Jeremy’s body being paralyzed from the neck down. While the suit itself held back the initial surge, it was clearly having a lot more trouble with the radical changes brought about the equine
transformation, partly suggested by Sandra herself out of a pragmatic desire to see the stress testing be conducted properly… and partly by Paul because he really just wanted to see what it would be like. As Jeremy had made it clear that he was more than fine with that kind of transformation, no one thought it’d be too bad to shift his body that much, especially since the process was supposed to be fully reversible. In theory, at least. In the meantime, the virtual avatar was spending a good amount of time just walking around aimlessly, until Jeremy finally stopped in front of the mirror and began fiddling with the controls, finding them finicky and nearly impossible to use when given hooves to work with. He made sure to relay that information to the observation team, who reacted with a simple “Mhmm,” before communication was turned off again. Jeremy saw a lot of things that could be fixed about that body of his, not the least of which was the hairiness of it. Thank heavens that there was a “smooth skin” option, leaving his whole body bereft of even the tiniest of follicles and giving him a beautiful, shiny sheen. A quick look through the associated options allowed him to select the “fresh bath” look, turning his equine self into even more of a beautiful example of proper grooming. It was a bit weird that it was nothing but skin on there, but it looked… oddly alluring. Especially coupled with the breasts squished between his legs out front, it really was something straight out of his browsing history. And if that was the case, why not keep going even further? There was nothing stopping him, after all. The only real question was what to do next. He had a couple of ideas for where he wanted to go, but none that really struck out as more important than any other. He settled for opening up the object spawn menu, thoroughly alarming the observation team for a few good seconds, before finding what he wanted: a coloured wheel with a spinning arrow stuck to the middle. It was a rudimentary instrument, especially since it didn’t even have any pictures or anything, but it would serve perfectly for what he wanted to do. With some difficulty, he spun the arrow, making a mental note of what every colour was meant to represent. He really wanted it to land on red, given what he’d have to sacrifice to get it, but… well, green was good too, he supposed. He’d just have to come up with an interesting way to have it happen. “You guys have any option for food around there?” he asked out loud, startling the people watching him. For a while, they said nothing, though Jeremy could hear them speak on the outside, even muffled as he was by the large headset. When the answer came through the intercom, even he had to notice how unnaturally calm their tone was.
“It’s still experimental, but so is most of the system. It’s in the spawnables menu.” Jeremy had half a mind to say something about how strangely that was worded all of a sudden, but given that he was presented with the perfect opportunity to indulge in yet another of his kinks, he wasn’t in the mood to start looking gift horses in the mouth. Quite literally, at that. Finding some room to place a large table, he spawned in as much food as there were options, and there were a lot of those spread across what had to be a dozen or so menus with everything from simple pieces of fruit to full meals. He didn’t know who exactly had the job of making models for all of those things, but he made a mental note to himself to congratulate them once he was done in there, possibly even give them a gift to show his appreciation for all of their hard work. He even felt bad, in a way; someone had clearly spent a long time lovingly rendering all of those items for use in that amazing simulation, and there he was spawning in dozens of copies just so he could stuff them right down his gullet. It was mind-boggling how real it felt, probably thanks to the neural blocker being so close to his throat that maybe some signals got mixed up in there or something; Jeremy wasn’t a neurosurgeon, but he couldn’t really come up with any explanation as to why it genuinely felt like he was swallowing down copious amounts of both meat and vegetables, very little care given as to what they would taste like. It surprised him even then, that he could taste those things at all; from what he was told, the system was meant to confuse the brain by giving it fake signals from below the needles stuck into his brain, and his mouth and taste buds, last he checked, were above them. With such a sumptuous feast at his disposal, however, Jeremy couldn’t bring himself to care; he was too busy opening his mouth, craning his neck upwards and hitting the “SPAWN” button until he couldn’t fit anything more into himself. All of that gorging was having an impact on his avatar’s figure, though given his equine nature it still took a bit before he noticed it. A little bit of extra weight was nothing when his tits alone were already such an enormous hassle to carry around, so he only took note of something being wrong when he tried moving a few steps forward and sensed something new entirely rubbing against the floor. It didn’t surprise him, to be fair; with his virtual self being as malleable as it was, and the company clearly wanting to push into the lucrative market of fulfilling people’s sexual fantasies, was it any wonder then that his stomach bloated so much that it turned itself into a legitimate liability? For once, all Jeremy could do was nod and look at it like it was the most normal thing
in the world, because right then and there, it honestly was; he ate, he gorged, he feasted, and now his belly was several times its original size and dragging along the floor. If this didn’t make sense, then he didn’t want to be sane; the simulation offered a much better alternative to his actual life anyway. Meanwhile, in his actual life, the observation team was scrambling to deal with the damage control that suddenly became extremely necessary. Contrary to expectations, the transference didn’t stop, only growing increasingly worse the more Jeremy pushed the limits of the simulation to satisfy his kinks; as much as they all wanted to shut it down and return him to normal, the system had automatically tripped some kind of failsafe and alerted the central research office, who immediately ordered that the trial run be kept online until such a time as they could send someone to inspect the procedures. Something about good data and opportunities that couldn’t be wasted, corporate nonsense like that. On the other hoof, even Paul, the one person in there that was most honestly interested in seeing how far Jeremy would go, was finding the whole thing both incredibly unethical and unbearably arousing. It wasn’t enough for his test subject and genuine friend to suddenly sprout a pair of chest-obscuring tits, no; he then had to go on and turn himself into a horse, only to immediately turn around and eat so much virtual food that his real self was being buried by a gut that threatened to tear apart the immersion suite. That alone left them all on edge; again, in theory, it should be possible to reverse the effects and turn Jeremy back to normal, but all of that assumed things were kept nominal and the equipment wasn’t tampered with or damaged in any way. Taking all of those groaning noises into consideration, at least the ones that weren’t coming from the man-horse himself, none of them were sure that condition was being met anymore; hell, they’d be surprised if the whole thing could even be reused after they were done with the experiment. Heavens know just what was going on with the other test subjects; thank goodness the walls were soundproofed, or else they might have had to contend with a lot of odd moaning noises. Despite it all, Jeremy was remarkably composed, especially given their predilection for the sort of thing he was mindlessly indulging in. There were plenty of lurid noises coming out of their throat, yes, but as soon as he was done eating, his voice was just as composed as it always had been, probably as a result of them not being aware of what was happening to him on the outside; the observation team seriously doubted he’d be able to act normally should that piece of information be disclosed, and silently agreed to keep him out of the loop until further orders from the central office.
Meanwhile, in the simulation, Jeremy was having the time of his life coming up with solutions for his weight problem. He wanted to keep the belly, obviously, but everything tied back together in the most wonderful way the moment he looked back and noticed his ass was about as flat as it always had been, extra equine haunches notwithstanding. It was time to do something about it, especially since the coloured wheel landed on his rear end rather than tits; the idea of giving those silicone spheres an extra boost was always nice, but the arrow showed the way. Those were the rules. Even for a simulation as detailed as that one, it was naive of him to think that there’d be some direct conversion button that allowed him to live out his fantasies of transforming fat to hand-filling pudge. What he did have were a series of convoluted, interconnected functions that allowed his in-game model to be sculpted so that the exact same effect could be achieved, and while it took a few tries before he got the hang of it, during which the people watching him got to see his body twist in ways that were better left forgotten, he transferred the mass he had stored in his stomach to his ass. All of the mass. The result was delightfully quick and so powerful that, if he weren’t already on four legs, he would’ve collapsed from the sudden shift in weight; so colossal was his new rear that he could hear its cheeks rub up against one another whenever he took a step. His thighs as well, giving him practically the same sensations as the pair of artificial udders smushed between his forelegs. All of him was soft flesh to be rubbed or to rub against itself, so obviously the logical step was to just walk around and appreciate it. The suit was performing admirably in that respect; for Jeremy, who still had no idea as to what was happening to him, the experience felt exactly like he hoped and thought it would, leaving him somewhere beyond the realms of your typical satisfied customer. If he could, he’d stay in that virtual world forever, feeling his transformed, bloated body creaking and groaning under its own weight, the equipment dutifully translating all that flesh mashed against itself into an unspeakably powerful maelstrom of rapturous pleasure that threatened to break his mind in half with every step. Though he did his best to keep his voice as steady as possible, there wasn’t a lot holding back the flood of sexual desires from bursting free from his head and invading the real world as well; by that point, if Jeremy were to be released from his avatar, he might genuinely do something he’d regret just to get back inside… which given how he had befriended everyone currently watching him, caused him to take a step back and reconsider his approach. It was still pleasurable, that would never change, but suddenly having violent thoughts if anyone dared to yank him out of his personal paradise was entirely unlike him; he was still himself behind all that
self-indulgence, and he’d do well to remind himself of that, even if it took physically banging his head against the wall a couple of times. “You alright there, J-Jeremy?” Paul chimed in, unable to stop his voice from cracking once. “Yeah, just… getting stuff out of my system. You guys alright in there?” “Yes, we’re fine. Proceed with the experiment.” Oddly clinical for him, but fitting given how the man must be feeling quite horny himself; Jeremy wasn’t blind to how the team reacted to him confessing his kinks, and Paul definitely shared some of them given how blushy he got when he brought them up. In fact, now that he thought about it, it was probably his idea to turn him into a horse to begin with, probably handed out disguised as a way of stress testing the simulation. The sly dog… Well, if he was going to play that game, then he’d get exactly what he bargained for and more; if Paul wanted a stress test then he’d get one, with Jeremy’s long face breaking into a longer smile when he turned his body towards the table, eliciting several stifled groans and a terror-filled gasp from the people watching from outside. His real body was already causing severe damage to the suite’s equipment, the neural blocker hanging on by a thread as it was, and yet none inside the glass box had the good sense to just turn everything off and call it a loss. They all knew what would happen to them if they disobeyed direct orders from the central office, especially ones given with such urgency as theirs, so while they stared down the OFF button, it remained unpressed. All the while, Jeremy’s real body continued to perfectly mirror his virtual one, the suit working on overdrive as the bed it was attached to began to break down. The weight, the volume, the width, it all contributed to stretch out what were precisely-machined components and finely-tuned electronics, making it nothing short of a miracle that the whole assembly hadn’t just crashed and sent Jeremy back to the proverbial desktop, probably keeping him in that form permanently. The possibility of brain damage as well was still on the table, and was the one thing seriously pushing the researchers towards an early termination of the trial run. Blissfully unaware of any of this, Jeremy began eating again, this time purely to keep his belly bloated and nothing else. He’d already gotten rid of what remained of his male apparatus already, giving him that extra bit of comfort room he needed to truly gorge until his underside became a stuffed, overinflated blimp, and when he resumed the feast, he did so lying down. He wanted to feel his body being lifted by its own gut, even its weight unable to keep it down; it was especially sweet given that this position let both his dangling tits and overflowing ass settle
gently against the virtual floor, giving him the perfect early warning system for when his belly grew “too much”. As he kept on eating far past the point where he should be able to, this lift-off happened quite unceremoniously and without any kind of warning; one moment he was fine, in the next his feet were struggling to reach the floor and the only thing keeping him from tipping forward thanks to the impressive weight of his bosom was the counterbalance provided by the gigantic cheeks he had attached to his hind legs. It was a curious balance, where one side constantly attempted to tip the other, while they grew progressively insignificant compared to the giant belly growing underneath him. The food was delicious, the taste supreme, and there wasn’t a single thing he could do to stop himself. At that point, the only way for that to happen would be through outside intervention or the simulation itself failing; and when it came down to it, it was both of those things happening at once. Even the sturdy suite couldn’t hold back against the growing mass on top of it for much longer. Its support struts buckled and bent as they struggled to withstand the pressure, leaving themselves increasingly weakened and filled with oddly-shaped cracks and fissures, until, after a tipping point was reached, the whole thing came crashing down. This had two effects happening rapidly in sequence: The complete structural failure of the immersion suite shut it off from its power supply, instantly terminating its connection to the simulation and shunting Jeremy back to the real world, stuck in darkness and unable to move his body once again. He could still hear the sounds of metal creaking, and for a few brief moments considered the possibility that maybe there had been some kind of earthquake or other similar disaster. “Un”fortunately for him, the sudden loss of power meant that the remaining, untouched mechanical components, the one failsafe designed to prevent a complete termination of the test subject’s mental functions, kicked into gear; in one motion, the hydraulics pulled back the needles that formed the neural blocker, thus allowing everything below the neck to come back into play as his “real” body once again. Oddly enough, Jeremy didn’t feel any different from when he was in the simulation. He chalked it up to it being some kind of residual effect, but the moment he tried to take off his helmet to ask just what happened and instead of hands found hooves, he froze. Was all of that ruckus just a part of the simulation as well? The sudden removal of the neural blocker was something he noticed, yes, but it didn’t hurt, something he felt was quite odd; maybe he was still
in some weird layer, subject to the whims of an observation team that clearly liked to have fun with him. If this meant he had to fiddle around with his helmet, then so be it; he’d learnt to use hooves once, he could do it again. Five minutes later he was ripping off the weirdly-shaped headset, watching it crash onto the ground and crack in half, spilling so many precious components in such precious detail that the truth hit him: this wasn’t a simulation. The virtual world was photorealistic, but still clearly artificial; there was no way it’d be able to so perfectly replicate all of those tiny particles flying everywhere, nor the sense of dread that came with looking up and seeing his friends huddled up inside of their glass box, staring at him with what was very obviously fear. “Guys? Guys, what’s going on?” he asked, finding it difficult to speak. Something was getting in the way of his teeth… a tongue? His lips? Though the idea brought him no end of discomfort, Jeremy still looked down. Even after doing so for what felt like hours, he still didn’t know if it had been a good idea or not. It was quite clear why he felt no different from when inside the simulation, or why those people were all staring at him like they couldn’t believe what was happening; hell, he couldn’t believe it either, hence why he turned around and jokingly-not-jokingly demanded they turn the headset off and bring him back to normal. When they did nothing, not even offer a single word of encouragement, that’s when panic began to set in. But panic quickly gave way to curiosity, and curiosity paved its own way to tacit acceptance. Sure, getting up was going to be hell of a ride, considering his gut was about twice as big as the rest of him combined, plus he still had to deal with the sudden surge of titflesh on his face and the two anchors on his ass… but this was his body. He made it like that, knowing that this was his ideal, fantasy self. Wouldn’t be the most easily acceptable by others out in the world, but then again, that’s exactly why he wanted to try virtual reality in the first place. Suddenly, the thought of trying out this new form didn’t seem so bad! After all, they could just plug him back into the simulation and revert him if it came down to it. Right? |
Jen was a good looking teen, and fairly popular for how timid she was. Unfortunately she was just becoming accustomed to being flat chested, when suddenly she started to grow. Apparently she was a very late bloomer. It was not like she had not wondered what big breasts would be like...being a timid person she also wasn't a fan of the attention it would likely bring. She also was not particularly flirty. She was adopted so she had no blood relatives to go off of to determine just how big she might get, and she went from totally flat to a C cup in only a few months. The average being a cup size a year...that was a pretty steep growth curve, so she was understandably a little nervous.
She normally took a city bus home but one day she completely missed it by falling asleep on the bench! Sure the other people there probably should have woken her up- but they didn't. It was in the middle of a heat wave so she had been having a really hard time getting to sleep in the muggy heat, so when she sat down on the shaded bench to wait for the bus she completely fell asleep right away. By the time she woke up the bus was already gone by almost a half hour. Jen took out her phone and tried to call her father but for some reason there was zero reception there. That was weird...it was a very busy populated area, how could there be no signal here? It wasn't just a bad signal, it was zero signal, as if something was actively locking her phone. She grumbled at the moisture under her arms, the sun shifted and took away the shade which was actually what woke her up- she was starting to cook again. She started to wander toward her house...it would be a very long walk but she couldn't think of a better plan at the moment. At least till her phone picked up a signal again. Jen took a band she was wearing around her wrist and used it to bind her wavy dark brown hair up, trying to get it off her back to alleviate some heat. Her cyan eyes quickly spotted a mini arcade as she walked by fixing her hair. That was something you did not see these days. It had a few arcade cabinets and several crane machines and capsule machines as well. The place was tiny and had an open front, it almost looked like someone converted a storage garage into an arcade. Jen hesitated a bit, sort of tempted to look a bit closer but not while she was in this situation.
When she glanced in though, she noticed something else bizarre. The owner sat with one leg on and one hanging off, of one of the arcade cabinets. Everyone else there seemed to glance at her every chance they got, because what a sight she was. Wearing pink shades and a tanuki hoodie with the hood left loose and the front open, her thin black top under that was stretched to the point it would probably explode if something pointy even touched it. There was no way those were real, absolutely no way. It looked like she jammed two small beach balls in her shirt! Each boob was bigger than her head twice over! The stretched collar of her shirt revealed enough cleavage that her drink was nestled firmly in it, and she was drinking from the straw out of her own cleavage without using her hands at all. She seemed like some freak-show hanging out at the arcade, but she occasionally asked people if they were having fun or not, and even gave a free quarter to some people- she is the owner of the place.
Like a shark smelling blood in the water, the woman immediately spotted the stunned Jen and struck quickly. Jen tried to look away and leave but the woman was too quick- introducing herself as Jess. When Jen mentioned she was in a bit of trouble and didn't have time Jess only told her that was the best time to game! Play something to get her mind off her troubles so she can look at it from a better perspective. Jen just brushed off the suggestion quickly, stating it was 2018- no one carried physical money on them anymore, she didn't have any quarters and thus couldn't play any of the games anyway. Jess grinned, reaching into her long cleavage with a hand to pull out a shiny quarter and hand it to Jen. One game, on the house. Jen was again a bit stunned, having glimpsed the cleavage and it certainly all looked like skin...gigantic implants then? The quarter was hot to the touch from being in there, which made Jen stutter on her words and blush as Jess practically slid her across the floor into the shade of the arcade.
Jen blushed anew when she seen the title of the cabinet was 'Ushi Samurai', and given the owners figure, Jen could make pretty accurate assumptions on the nature of the game, or at least its protagonist. Jen really wanted to just get out of there, finding the gigantic assets of the owner oddly intimidating. Jess was quite tall as well, so if she turned quickly she could potentially smash Jen right in the face with her tits and knock her out. Jen just looked around quickly for the fastest game to play and pointed to it right away. Only one quarter so once she played she could just leave. She pointed to the capsule machine. Put the quarter in, get a capsule and leave- wasn't anything quicker and easier than that. It was in the opposite corner as Ushi Samurai and the least lit area, so it had up till now received very little attention and was almost completely full of prizes still. It was weird- there must have been something odd with the glass because Jen could not focus enough on any of the capsules seen within to properly tell what they contained. Jess stood back a bit, with arms crossed and a smile on her face eager to see what Jen wins. Because there was so little room on her torso, crossing her arms heaved her tits even higher and tilted her drink at a dangerous angle- and was probably the reason she was turned to the side to watch Jen. Looking forward, her breasts were literally blocking her view. Jen turned the crank and after a few moments a star lit up over the prize slot, then another and then another. Once all three gold stars lit up ranking her prize, the capsule appeared. It was...a tiny boob? Jen lowered her brows and blushed again. Was everything here secretly breast themed? Jess looked surprised and a bit nervous. Jen popped it open to look it over, realizing it must be a stress ball from the feel of it. Maybe she could use this little trinket after all. She gave the small boob a squeeze, smiling just a little and then squeezed it hard. When she felt skin on skin though, she quickly opened her hand to see it vanished! She...somehow squeezed it out of existence.
Again, Jen hushed up and looked puzzled as Jess took her by the shoulders and sort of just slid her across the floor and into a back door practically hidden behind arcade machines. Jess sat behind a desk and Jen in front of it. Jess explained that a lot of the prizes in that machine were magical, knowing so few people would use it anyway. The same magic that gave Jess her huge boobs would also be given to Jen! Jen wanted to pass it off as the rantings of a lunatic shop owner, but her body was feeling really weird, making her afraid the woman had drugged her maybe...somehow. Her chest was feeling hot and she panted from the heat, also feeling light headed.
Jess could taste the uncertainty in her words, leaning forward causing her breasts to already rest their weight on the desk. She slipped her stretchy top up and over them before Jen could say a thing, revealing the giant masses in full! Without the top to hold them up and together they squished out a bit from their weight and softness but did still remain quite round. Even her nipples and areola were big! There was no scar, even as she leaned back a bit and Jen could see the lower curves there was no visible markings for implants, and implants would also not be able to squish and wobble like these do. Somehow they were real! The stress ball thing did vanish into her hand...oh gods, maybe she isn't a lunatic! But that also meant Jen would get overinflated fat bags too! And she was still growing her own breasts and becoming big herself. What if the two somehow overlapped to make her into a complete freak?! Jen jumped a bit when she noticed the huge mountains rotating and realized Jess was moving around the table to her and held her shoulders again, incidentally preventing her from bolting out of the building. Jess had a comforting smile, telling Jen it would be fine. She had nothing to worry about, breasts were pleasurable and fun. Sure they were hard work dealing with, especially when they are large, but it was worth the trouble.
Jess's exposed breasts started to consume Jen into the cleavage as her face heated up in embarrassment and tried to move away, but was stuck between desk and breasts. Doing it just to get her literally off Jen's back, Jen turned in her seat as much as she could manage and touched the breasts lightly with her hands. Jess hummed in pleasure from the touch. Jen was sort of mesmerized, poking them a bit with her fingers to see how soft they were- trying to find some hint they were actually fake, but again could not find anything. They were very soft and wobbled like soft rubber. The thick stubby nipples hardened from the touches. Jen started to gently rub her open hands on them, feeling the smoothness of the skin unintentionally, as if she was being hypnotized by the prodigious masses. Jess continued to smile, restraining her actions knowing Jen was a bit skittish about all this and not wanting to frighten her. Because of this, she did not say anything when she felt Jen's clothed breasts touch her own from below- having grown out into Ds.
Jen squirmed a bit as her breasts became DDs and her bra started to pinch. She quickly snapped out of her trance of hefting the giant masses before her and looked down at her own with a sharp gasp! Jess told her it was ok. Jen tried to get up and flee but stumbled over the chair and just fell over onto the floor. Jess was quick to try to help her up but moaned in pleasure when her bare nipples touched the cool floor tiles of the office, and only half knowingly paused there, pinning Jen down with her giant boobs! Jess' breasts reached her long before her arms could. Jess told her to at least look at her breasts and feel them before forming any opinions. Confused, worried and a bit horny Jen did remove her top and bra. The bra was starting to hurt her more than help anyway so she was glad to get that off. Her breasts were really big now! Not Jess kind of big, but big for a normal human. Her dark nipples stood prominently out, forced to full erection from the pressure of growth inside. Jess grinned and shoved her breasts down onto Jen's and the two soft masses created an impossibly pillowy feeling between them and Jen unintentionally let out a moan of her own. Jess started to roll her huge breasts around on top of hers and felt tiny little surges of growth as the smaller set started to grow to compete.
Her breasts swelled larger and larger, slow but steady. Even if she escaped being pinned by breasts, she couldn't fit her top back on without forcibly stretching it out completely.
Jess had to lean back more and more as the formerly small breasts pushed back, smushing out against the equally soft resisting surface. Jen was having a hard time breathing now from under all the weight, squirming around and managed to pop her breasts out from under Jess, since both were slick now from sweat from internal heat. She swung them back down to swat Jess' breasts and then squirmed out from under. When she stood she had to use the corner of the desk as help and almost staggered forward, yanked by her boobs. They were almost as big as Jess' already!
She could not stand up straight now, the corner of the desk was now eclipsed by breasts bigger than Jess'.
The growth seemed to stop, though the breasts wobbled quite a bit as if fighting back. Jen wobbled a bit on her footing as well, her breasts were as heavy as the entire rest of her body each so when they swayed they forced the rest of her to sway with them instead of the other way around. Jess could tell she was concentrating, trying to fight the growth and pleasure. Beads of sweat formed and traced the curve of her face and breasts alike.
As soon as the desk gave out, so did Jen's resolve from the shock and her breasts filled the gap of concentration with a huge surge of growth. Jess had to back herself into a corner to give the girl room as the desk completely exploded apart entirely from the breasts that now matched it in size, still growing. Jen was yanked forward by the growing weight and then bounced a step back off the soft rubbery surface as they were running out of space to grow in! The office was very small to begin with, and she now filled the vast majority of it. Her panties dripped below the short veil of her skirt as the pleasure rippled through her. She could not form words, trapped between moans and gasps for air. The entire room was heated against the air conditioning by the warmth radiating off all the tit flesh. Jess' breasts pressed into hers as their nipples jousted each other simply because there was not enough room to avoid it. The breasts pressed harder and harder into each other and Jen was forced into the opposite corner. She couldn't fit through the doorway to leave even if she could lift her tits off the floor, but worse still- they were so large no one else could open the door either because the breast flesh formed a wall across the door completely blocking it. Her moans became higher pitched with worry and ever increasing arousal as the entire room was filled with her bloating form. She was pinned against the wall by soft flesh, completely immobilizing her, and then starting to crush her. It was hard to breath! Her breasts were crushing both women in the room! Jess knew how to deal though, and listened to her moans to time it right, before heaving herself up dragging her rigid nipples and fat flesh across the huge breasts, forcing an even sharper surge of pleasure through them and causing Jen to orgasm violently.
Once she stopped shaking like a leaf from the orgasm she realized the growth stopped. Having an orgasm cleared her thoughts and dulled the pleasure enough for the growing to be stopped. After a few long moments of trying and failing to catch her breath with her boobs squeezing the life out of her torso, there was an odd electronic fizzling sound and in an instant her breasts seemed to glitch out of existence, revealing her old breasts in their place! Both Jen and Jess collapsed onto their hands and knees finally catching their breath, and surveying the damage. The desk was smashed into several pieces and smushed up against the wall, a fake plant that was pressed flat against another wall, and a filing cabinet Jess was forced to stand on top of that was now quite deformed- the inward facing corner crushed flat.
Jen was going to tell her she didn't want any growth at all, but before she said anything she appeared back on her doorstep at home. Well...at least Jess fixed the problem of getting home. As long as her grades remained decent, Jen's parents did not ask many questions, so they did not even ask where she had been when she came home just after dinner. Jen was a bit spaced out, having a hard time thinking about anything other than what had happened. She did not know what to think of Jess, she seemed off the rails but her smile seemed so...genuine. She seemed friendly and kind but good lord her breasts were insane. And she nearly crushed Jen to death under the pressure of her own gigantic mutant tits! Did Jess actually think Jen wanted to have boobs so big they filled entire rooms?! How on earth would anyone even live like that, she couldn't move a muscle! Under normal situations, Jen would think an arcade is pretty cool and probably would have liked to look around in it. Not only was she already agitated from her predicament, Jess' figure was intimidating and the whole situation that followed was crazy.
When Jen was brushing her teeth before going to sleep, she couldn't help but imagine Jess' mile-long cleavage as if it were on Jen's own reflection. She blushed a bit, rolling onto her heels and then back again causing her breasts to bounce in her night shirt. She thought she was growing big really quickly already- it certainly did not seem like anything compared to earlier today. But that was crazy...that was not normal, she couldn't let that influence her judgment. This was the normal, real world, she had to judge them according to that. She gasped softly as she realized how hard her nipples had become, and her heart jumped in fear of what Jess said. The spell that grew her before was still active right now- if she let her mind wander too much she might actually start growing. Jen shook her head trying to get her thoughts out of the gutter. No. These were fine. Earlier she was a bit worried about her growing boobs already, but they were fine, she was perfect as she is. With a nod to herself she finished brushing and went to sleep. As usual she woke very slowly in the morning, moaning at the sensation of her erect nipples jabbing into the cool bed sheets of the air-conditioned bedroom. She arched her back dragging them along the sheet, bending the rigid flesh of the stiff nubs felt so good. Her own sharp cry of pleasure snapped her fully awake and her face lit up bright red as she sat up and gawked at herself. Her nipples were not going down any time soon, and her breasts looked a bit puffier than normal...that was close, she almost started to bloat up. She ate breakfast and hurried off to school, meeting up with her friend Becca.
In class, Jen kept finding her mind wandering back to the day before. It felt so good and so crazy! It was cheating! Of coarse she was going to think about that, how could she not? That didn't mean she could live with tits like that, they were too damn big. Becca even caught her glancing her way, though Jen looked away quickly back to her books. Jen blushed as she realized she had been drawing circles with her pencil without realizing, which looked like boobs. Becca had such big breasts herself. Almost G cups. She was already pretty big when they first met years ago, and they grew along with the rest of her body so the growth seemed a lot less extreme. Jen wondered how she felt about her big boobs? She used to make fun of Jen and call her washboard- till she realized Jen was actually a bit irritated by it. Then when Jen started to grow her own rapidly she suddenly did not mind being 'washboard'. Now she didn't know what to think! She looked down in shock as she felt the fabric of her shirt shifting against her nipples! Still erect, her nipples dragged on the inside of her shirt because her breasts were swelling up! She quickly caught it and stopped but they were already a full cup size larger. She wasn't wearing a bra thanks to leaving hers discarded at the arcade yesterday, she was in a hurry to get ready in the morning and forgot she left it- so she bolted with no bra at all. It wasn't really that big of an issue normally unless she planned on doing a lot of running, but now that she has grown her nipples were very obvious against her shirt! She glanced around subtly to see if anyone else noticed, and most people hadn't- except for the two most important people. Becca had seen, and it looks like Dan did as well. Jen had a crush on Dan for a while and had been using Becca to low-key spy on him for her. He sat two seats over on her left while Becca was in the seat immediately to her right. In an attempt to evade questioning, Jen bolted quickly from the class as soon as it ended and straight to the bathroom.
There was only one other person and they were in a stall at the time, so Jen examined herself in the mirror, tenderly prodding a breast with her index to confirm she wasn't just hallucinating. Yup, definitely bigger. More pleasure too...even before the growth spawned more pleasure sensor nerves, the existing nerves got stretched and became more receptive. She pushed in on her rigid nipples trying to force the blood out of them, but only moaned quietly from the feeling. Without consciously thinking she grabbed them between index and thumb through her shirt and rolled them, sending sharp pleasure rippling through her chest- masking the fact they were growing again. Because of the movement and pleasure she did not notice them filling out more and more till the bottom of her shirt started to move up her torso from lack of room in it! Her boobs were holding her shirt so far off her it looked two sizes too small for her! She let go suddenly and stepped back in shock, causing them to bounce and wobble to a stop. And from her position a bit back from the mirror, she caught Becca in her peripheral vision! She seen all that!
Jen sighed and told Becca all about what happened at the arcade the other day, even after the bell rang for classes to begin again they remained in the bathroom talking. Becca moved close, pressing her own breasts into Jen's lightly to compare their sizes out of curiosity, unaware of the effect it would have. A small wave of lightheadedness came over Jen as she had flashbacks from the day before as soon as she felt boob on boob again. She gasped as her breasts jostled a bit without being touched, and then ever so slightly fattened a bit before she was able to restrain it again. Jen told her the growth was making her a little crazy, and it was probably best she bail on school entirely today. Jess said it was only for one day and she would make the size permanent at the end of the day- so Jen just needed to keep as small as she could for one day. School was too boring- it practically forced her mind to wander elsewhere and right now that immediately put it in the gutter. Becca was fine with that and said she would help her slip out- they could chill out at her place till it was time to go to the arcade. As soon as they stepped out into the hall though, there was Dan.
They both turned at the sound of Jen moaning, just in time to see her swell another cup size right there! Oh no, she was glad Dan was talking to her but Becca associating him paying attention to her because of her boobs caused her to subconsciously grow them again to keep him hooked.
Dan offered to help her sneak out as well. Becca was against it but Jen was very happy to have him with her. Even if he only liked her for the big tits, she could enjoy having him strung along for now at least. Even when he looked forward she could tell he was struggling to not stare at her, and that turned her on. She sweat from struggling against the growth trying to push her larger. Her breasts would jostle around on their own every so often from abruptly stopped growth. They were heading down a barely used wing of the school to on of the back doors, since leaving through the front was way too risky. Jen glanced down and seen the bulge in Dan's pants and was dizzy and lightheaded a moment causing her to pause. Her breasts suddenly surged in size causing her to fall forward from the sudden weight and both Dan and Becca caught her arm on either side to keep her up, but were nearly dragged down with her!
Becca was about to yank her shirt off to save her from being crushed in it but then glared at Dan and hesitated. Jen knew it was pointless either way- it was stretched so tight the only way she could get it off was being cut out of it. The huge weight now posed a very big problem as well...how could they sneak out of school when she could barely walk. Dan asked her if she was ok, clearly quite concerned and asked if he could help in any way, but Jen didn't know how she could be saved at this point. She was just glad Dan was there. His concern and concealed arousal was so hot! And her close big boobed friend on her other side to comfort her. How could she be so worried when she was in such good company? Her shirt groaned as a few more threads snapped. Stupid little shirt. It could not contain her breasts. Most shirts couldn't by now probably. Her boobs were bigger, stronger than any shirts! Still more threads snapped, the edges squeezed into the soft masses of her breasts so tightly even the bumps on her areola were visible through the fabric, and her flesh spilled over the gaps like a baking muffin- threatening to consume the top if it did not break. Her heart raced and she was completely lost in the moment, temporarily forgetting she was trying to resist the growth and instead encouraged her breasts to show this shirt who was boss! Another snapped thread caused the fabric to shift across her nipples which fired sharp pleasure through her soft masses, causing her to gasp and arch her back. That was more than enough for the shirt- as soon as she moved the shirt absolutely exploded into several shredded segments each fired in a different direction by the elastic flesh. Without any clothes to contain them they flopped down low enough to land in her lap as she stumbled to her knees- even her two friends unable to support her added weight now. On her knees her breasts covered her lap completely and she could feel the coolness of the floor on their hot undersides. Her cleavage was so sweaty from the built up heat, making the flesh slick and shiny. Her face was bright red, there was two friends staring at her! Her tits were out in the open! Anyone at all could enter the hallway and see her at any moment! She should be so embarrassed, so afraid. So why wasn't she? Her heart raced, but she wanted Dan to grab them and squeeze her fat flesh between his fingers! She wanted Becca to mash her tits into hers! With what little concentration she had left, she realized maybe that was actually what the solution was. To stop the growth yesterday Jess forced her to orgasm.
Becca stood up straight again, ready to leave but Jen silently grabbed her by the wrist. Becca was acting rather aggressively to Dan, even though she is well aware Jen likes him. Jealously? Jen gasped as her breasts surged a bit larger when she noticed Becca's nipples were erect too! It wasn't about sharing attention with someone, Becca secretly had a crush on Jen! She was subconsciously trying to sabotage Dan's chances with her because she wanted Jen herself. This whole thing was even more insane than yesterday! Dan was taking his dick out for her and she was growing toward the same size as yesterday only now she was in the middle of a hallway in school in the middle of the day! If someone went to the bathroom she was done for. And what if an orgasm only stopped the growth? If it didn't undo the changes she was still immobilized in the hallway by giga tits! As soon as class was let out she would be spotted immediately. Very few people used this particular hall but still...this was hard to miss. Still holding Becca still by her wrist, Jen placed her hand against her giant left boob and released her. Becca wasn't sure about this at all- though if Dan was not present she probably would have nosedived into the cleavage without a second thought and never be seen again. The nipples and areola were giant by now too, so Becca got down onto her own knees and grabbed either nipple with her arms held out and started to rotate them with a firm grip, rolling the entire fronts of the breasts around causing Jen to moan as Dan got into position behind her. At this point everything was to far disconnected from what reality normally was Dan didn't even care that his dick was out in school. Who could blame him from taking this chance? She literally unzipped him herself- Jen wanted this, and she was a nice person, and currently had the biggest tits in the world. At least for the moment, this seemed more than worth a few years in jail for indecent exposure. As soon as he slid in Jen's moans got a lot louder and sharper. He thrust powerfully into her and her breasts surged in size with the pleasure! It was starting to look like having sex was a bad idea...but felt too much like a good idea. Her boobs rocked forward and back with their thrusts. Becca couldn't even see Dan over the huge boobs as she got the huge fat nipple into her mouth and started sucking. The nipples were too far apart for her to tend to both of them now. The breasts were each a bit bigger than Jen's entire body now and smooshed out across the floor to fill almost the entire width of the hall! Was she as big as yesterday? It was hard to tell because yesterday she was in a significantly smaller space. Jen was forced to rest into her cleavage as her sweat slick breasts rose higher and rounder. Becca had to squirm back and part of the nipple popped out of her mouth, now too large to keep fully inside, and the wall of flesh advanced toward her still. The breasts became too big for Jen to be down like that and she was forced to stand and bend over into her cleavage again from a much higher angle as Dan continued to thrust into her. The ripples of pleasure shot through her body in jolts, but once they reached her breasts the pleasure seemed to explode outward in large, slow waves, dragging small surges of pressure along with them that bloated her huge spheres bigger. Fully standing her breasts both sat fully on the floor, and exceeded her in height! The sides were pressed firmly into either wall and both Jen and Becca had to step back several times as the flesh ballooned forward and backward in the hall!
There was so much heat radiating off the ever growing bust that it triggered the sprinkler system on the roof! The fire alarm went off nearly giving the three of them heart attacks! No one came out of the rooms though, oddly.
The cool water came down like a heavy rain from the sprinklers in the roof and cooled the giant hot masses, pooling in her cleavage and then cascading off in a river. Now soaked and horny as hell Becca disregarded any caution she still had and shoved a hand down her skirt and panties to dig into her meaty pussy aggressively as she worked the huge tit. The areola was wider than her entire head now! She grabbed the flesh firmly and dug her fingers in so deep her hand almost vanished into the soft bloated skin. The flesh was so smooth and slick from the water it bounced back out of her grip and she fell forward into a wall of flesh. The water wasn't even spraying outwards anymore because the breasts touched the roof now! As Becca tried to stand up off the breast again the rigid nipple brushed her stomach. Her eyes flashed wide a moment with inspiration and she yanked her skirt completely off along with her panties and laid on the floor, thrusting her hip up into the nipple! When Dan thrust his cock into Jen, she rolled forward, causing her breasts to roll forward and the nipple to slam into Becca's pussy, nipple-fucking her! Jen's breathing was becoming dangerously rapid as she continued to have to back up farther down the hall. She was completely filling it! The cheap roofing started to crack and break up and even the much sturdier walls were starting to bend outward slightly from the pressure! She was right about her breasts not being able to be contained- but that went farther than just a shirt. She was outgrowing the building as well! Nothing could contain these breasts! Whenever she was thrust forward or pulled back she groaned in pleasure as the walls, roof, and floor all tugged on her fat bloated flesh- unable to actually move because of pressure. The water still escaped from her cleavage on either side of the breasts upper curve, cascading cool refreshing water over her to try to quell the heat within. Because of the angle Becca was going at, the flesh started to roll over her as it expanded, pushing her legs farther apart and pressing the nipple into her pussy even harder. She thrust and ground her cunt on her friends gargantuan breast even though her legs hurt and tingled from being spread so wide- the circulation being cut off. The flesh started to roll completely over her, beginning to trap her under the gigantic mounds as if the breasts were trying to consume her. They were surprised by a metallic bang and the lights suddenly flickering out in that section of the hall. Her boobs were growing through the roof which destroyed the wiring in it. Two doors covered by flesh ripped off their hinges as the fat bloated into the room through the doorways and the walls started to crack and break! She was actually outgrowing it! Her heart raced in excitement even as she told herself mentally that she should be very worried.
Both sides of the hall exploded outward into the rooms on either side that were for some reason empty. The breasts sprung out sideways from the pressure release, exposing Becca long enough for her to slide back a bit on the water slick floor and take a breath before the flesh wobbled back forward and covered her again. The roof groaned and started to break as swollen tender flesh started to bubble up through the breaks in the floor above. When would this stop?! Dan staggered back exhausted from his own orgasm, but Jen only had several mini orgasms! She never had one powerful full orgasm like Jess gave her! It wasn't stopping, and Dan was now out of steam!
The floor started to groan and sink now as well! She was outgrowing the entire building! She was going to destroy the entire school with her tits! It was so bad, so wrong but it felt so good! It felt great breaking things under her weight. Smashing things aside and breaking restraints with her boobs alone! Overgrowing everything completely containable! Her boobs would destroy them all at this rate!
Suddenly everything seemed to distort like a digital image that did not load properly. In a flicker Jen found herself once again perfectly normal- in the office of the arcade! Jess was blushing as she waved a hand in front of Jen to see if she was fully conscious. Jen remained stunned stiff, gasping for breath there for several moments on the floor.
A year later, and two full cup sizes lager, Jen jumped up and down as she beat another stage in Ushi Samurai. Her jumps caused her G cup breasts to bounce and wobble within her cow print hoodie. The main character in Ushi Samurai was a cowgirl in...sparse samurai armour, using a naginata as a weapon. As she attacked a bar filled and every quarter the bar was filled she would wince and grow her already big boobs larger- once the bar was full she could empty it to return to her base size and fire two streams of milk across the screen dealing heavy damage repeatedly for the duration. It was a pretty well animated sidescroller. Jen used to think Jess was a perv for having this sort of boob related stuff subtly all over her arcade but...she understood now. When you experience breasts like that...it sort of sticks with you. Fond memories and a crazy experience. |
Shattered Shards: Myshelle's Medicine
Myshelle leaned against Melissa the entire way, her hand gripping the full satyr's own. They dripped and dropped, leaving quite a mess behind them.
"Who's going to clean that up?" Myshelle asked, curious.
"Imps, sprites, brownies, lesser gnomes, we have a great deal of tiny fey living around in places unseen. We're a strip club, we're a restaurant, we're a tavern, we're an inn, and we're a home, so we get all sorts that are willing to keep things tidy in exchange for leftovers, free shows, and the occasional pair of panties to make a tent out of."
Myshelle laughed, hugging Melissa as they stepped into the bathroom, entering one of the shower stalls and drawing the curtain closed. The hot, heavy spray felt heavenly upon Myshelle's equally heavy body.
Without being asked she instinctively began to help Melissa wash, working shampoo into her scalp, rubbing soapsuds over her soft, plentiful flesh. Melissa did the same for Myshelle, the two trading playful caresses than left both of them partially erect, but neither was interested in sex at the moment, just affection cuddling, kissing, and being close.
"What's Motzenger's Syndrome?" Myshelle asked as she rubbed lather into the fur of Melissa's lower body.
"It's a problem in you get occasionally when you transform an individual whose race isn't intrinsically magical into a fey. Their magical wiring isn't really set up to handle all of what's going on. You see it most often in satyrs and nymphs, since we pretty much can't shut off the magical effects of pleasure and seduction that we have."
"It's kind of a feedback loop where you start doing the things common to that sort of fey more and more to the exclusion of everything else. Eat, drink, dance, sleep, fuck, that's what the satyrs in the old myths pretty much did. They weren't natural satyrs, but rather transformed ones."
Melissa grinned and patted her large belly, "I think it's one of the reasons why Mistress Kora has us get so big. The more of you there is, the more it takes for you to develop Motzenger's. There are a few treatments, but they all involve a bit of a... donation from another transformed individual of the same race."
Myshelle hugged her friend and lover tightly, enjoying the way their wet, bulky bodies slipped against one another, "I'd do anything to help out. I think it'd be fun hanging out with you, even after this is all over and Kora changes me back and sends me on my way."
Melissa giggled and returned the hug, "Oooh, don't say something like that around a fey, hun, they'll take you at your word!"
The two kissed deeply, bellies, breasts, and cocks pressed up against one another, the feeling making Myshelle blush.
"I... I'm starting to wonder if the punishment is getting to experience all this for a few days and getting kicked out of it all at the end."
Melissa kissed her lover deeply, the action bringing both satyrs to full arousal, "Sweetie, if you love it here, Kora won't kick you out. There's always more room for new girls. Once your changes are done, you're going to be one incredibly sexy satyr. Most of us here were just normal girls, and a few guys, but the more attractive the raw material, the more powerful the satyr that results from the change. I bet you'll be able to make a busload of hockey players cream their jeans from a mile away."
Myshelle backed away and shivered, looking down over herself, "Th... this isn't normal, Melissa. I shouldn't enjoy being like this, I'm two and a half times my original weight with a foot long horsecock between my legs, and I can't believe that not only am I enjoying it, but I want more. I'm scared, and what scares me is that I want this all to happen."
She looked up at her lover with watery eyes, prompting the neon satyr to forget her seductive advances and merely hug her new friend to comfort her.
"Honey, don't worry about it. Nothing bad is going to happen to you here, and when that pendant comes off for a whole day, you'll pop right back to your boring, bland, bitchy, bimbo body any time you want." Melissa teased, drawing a laugh from Myshelle.
"Sure we recruit, sure we sometimes force the change on folks, sure as hell we're cheaters and seducers and just love to 'corrupt' so-called 'innocent' hot boys and ladies into taking on the fuzz and flab and joining our ranks. But we're fey, hun, and that means we've got rules to follow. You're worried that your mind is so fogged by magic that you can't tell what you actually want, right?"
Myshelle nodded, and Melissa laughed.
"Then you idiot, take the pendant off!" she said, doubling over.
The new satyr blinked, reached up to her neck, following the chain around to the back to find the clasp. To her surprise it popped open easily. She stared at the removed pendant in her hand, dumbfounded.
She felt the pendant's presence upon her mind fade, she was no longer filled with overwhelming need to eat, to obey, and to fuck. She playfully hit Melissa in the shoulder with her fist.
"It's not funny!" she protested, "I thought this was some sort of horrible cursed artifact!"
Melissa laughed all the louder, "Sweetie, if an item is cursed and you're wearing it, you'll never notice, it's what they do!"
Myshelle couldn't help but begin to chuckle at her friend's mirth. With the pendant removed, her feelings for Melissa were still there, just not as sexual, or as urgent.
"And what about the satyr seduction magics?" she asked.
The gothic satyr flicked the flair of Myshelle's half-hard cock in reply, "You're satyr enough that you're not going to feel anything you don't want to. Just close your eyes, take deep breaths, and try and imagine a bubble around you, then pop it."
Myshelle did so, and to her surprise she felt a weight vanish from her mind, and heat from her loins. She felt... oddly normal. She took a few deep breaths, looked herself over, and found that her feelings hadn't changed. She still liked her body, her cock, her cute lover who looked at her expectantly.
"Well? I'm not suddenly some sort of hideous blob, am I?" she asked, grinning.
Myshelle laughed and fastened the pendant back around her neck, "No, I think you're a rather cute blob." She said with a giggle, giving Melissa an eager, lusty kiss.
She rubbed her belly and looked down at her furless legs and toed feet. "It's not going to hurt, it is? I mean your legs bend in a completely different way. Below the waist we're built totally different."
Melissa chuckled and took Myshelle's cock in her hand, leading her out of the shower, "Not too much different in places," she teased, "It feels a little uncomfortable and weird at first and it takes some getting used to, but I like my satyr legs lots more than I liked my human legs. Ingrown toenails all the time, bleh!" she said with a giggle.
She led Myshelle to the towel rack, picking up a fluffy white towel and playfully using it to dry the new satyr's breasts. Myshelle let out a soft moan, her nipples leaking milk.
She giggled and tried to push Melissa's hands away, "Stop that! You're going to make me all messy and horny again!"
The neon satyr grinned and brought her lips to a thick nipple drawing out a mouthful of milk from within, "And that is bad because?" Melissa said, punctuating her words with a soft nip.
With that small action, Myshelle suddenly found herself fully aroused once again, her body and will soft and malleable, easily coaxed into performance by the hands and lips of a trained sculptor.
As Melissa suckled upon her breast, Myshelle felt something seem to give way, she suddenly felt a long tongue equipped with a tongue stud within her nipple. She looked down and found that her breasts were... changing.
The areole upon the breast she could see was growing, spreading, becoming thick and puffy, but also pale, losing the coloration that made it differ from the rest of her skin. In a few moments it was the size of a teacup, then a saucer.
She brought a hand up, running a single finger over the smooth, sensitive flesh. Her nipple had grown along with it, but not to the same scale, it was larger and thicker, true, but it looked tiny compared to the rest.
"Wh... what's happening?" she asked softly, awed as her body changed before her eyes.
As Myshelle stared in rapt fascination, her nipple... moved. Slowly moving downward and toward the middle of her body. The model stared at it, puzzled, until a trio of new nipples appeared, aligned in a square-like configuration upon her swollen areola.
Her bust also began to expand slowly as things seemed to shift around within her. Myshelle now sported what looked like areole-less breasts capped with four large, flesh colored nipples. Though they weren't hanging and saggy they looked...
"M-m-melissa? I have u-udders!" Myshelle squeaked.
"Mmm... and what delicious udders they are! I bet they feel wonderful." Melissa virtually purred bringing her hand to Myshelle's other breast, caressing and coaxing streams of milk from her nipples with gentle squeezes.
Myshelle blushed, they did indeed feel wonderful, the larger areolas meant more sensitivity, which meant more pleasure, which meant more fun, and easier, more plentiful climaxes.
"Melissa, stop!" Myshelle panted, "Please stop!" The new satyr shuddered as a thought went through her head, a thought that frightened her, once more from her completely lack of fear. She wanted to change more, wanted her body to develop into something more sexual, better designed for feeling pleasure. She wanted huge tits, a big fat equine cock, and huge, heavy balls.
Melissa continued to gleefully suckle, and it took Myshelle some pushing to get her head away. It was only then, deprived of the milk, that Melissa realized what she was doing. "Sorry about that." She said, her pale body reddened with a blush, "Once I get a taste, it's kind of hard for me to stop."
Myshelle nodded, "Is it... Normal to want bigger...You know?" she asked, "The more I change, the more pleasurable this gets, the more I want it to keep happening. The bigger my tits get, the bigger I want them to be. The bigger my cocks gets, the more I can't imagine going without it. The more my body is changed, the more change I want."
Myshelle hugged Melissa tightly, pulling the neon satyr against her, Melissa sighed softly and began running her fingers through the model's hair.
"Yeah, at the start we're all like that, it feels so good, so wonderful and liberating it's only natural to yearn for more. But the bigger you go, in boobs, balls, or body fat, the more difficult it is to do some things, to find clothes that aren't spellcrafted, to manage to hide a hard on..."
"For the first few months your libido is pretty hard to control, and if you end up with Motzinger's like I have, it's never in control. I can't go out in public without fear that I'll get horny and end up using my dance to have some cutie on their knees, sucking my cock on a street corner."
Myshelle gasped softly, "Oh... that doesn't sound bad at all."
"Yeah, but the mundane folks frown upon sex in public places and using mind-altering magics. I'm one of the best dancers here, and if I get real carried away, things might go beyond a little loving on the street corner." Melissa said, blushing.
Myshelle cried out as a strange numbness swept over her feet, accompanied by a gentle pressure at her temples. She clenched her eyes shut at the weird sensations, the muscles on her face giving small spasms as something grew at her temples.
"Wh-what's going on?" she asked, unable to keep herself from blinking, her bust and belly making it difficult to see her toes as well.
Melissa grinned and began to rub Myshelle's feet, "Well, it looks like you're getting a bit more of the moo-cow rather than just the udders. You've got some small bumps on your temples that are going to be horns, eventually, and I think you're well on your way to having to throw out your shoe collection."
The numbness suddenly overtook Myshelle's fingers, "W-wait! What's going on? Why are my hands changing?" she asked.
Melissa giggled, "Well, it's probably because you've had a lot more animal cum than satyr cum than is usual for a transformation. The ice cream we use for controlling the change has a good dose of bull seed in it. We've never gone with the ice cream as the first catalyst before. Don't worry about it."
The neon satyr took Myshelle's hands in her own, her fingertips gently tracing over the digits, stroking where the first two and last two fingers upon each had begun to merge, teasing the thickening flesh in the middle.
"You're going to have two fingers now." Melissa explained as her growing horns still made Myshelle unable to stop blinking.
"I've always thought that was kind of sexy. Big, thick fingers," she said, bringing the tips of what once had been Myshelle's right middle and index fingers to her mouth, suckling on the as they thickened, flesh and bone growing to become one large, thick digit.
"I'd love to have a hand like this; I keep imagining wrapping my two fingers around a cock, curling my nice thick thumb, coaxing the shaft gently into my mouth, curling my tongue around it."
As Melissa mentioned it, Myshelle couldn't help but picture the image in her head, so wonderfully sexy, beautiful, and exotic. Her tongue slipped from between her lips, curling around the imaginary cock, only there was a bit more of it to curl. She felt a bit of tightness in her jaw and lips, like muscle flexes, her facial structure altering just a bit to accommodate the new tongue.
It was long and thick, extending a good ten inches from her lips, and a bit wider. Her teeth felt funny, moving around a bit, and taking on a more boxy, bovine shape, though not transforming so far from human that she would be chewing grass.
Melissa ran her tongue over her lover's fused fingers, now a little bit longer so the two inch thick digits could bend properly. The satyr's tongue curled around each thumb in turn, also grown thick to match the size of the new satyr's fingers.
The neon satyr leaned forward, kissing each of the new satyr's horns as they gently poked through the skin, pricking her tongue on the small point adorning each tiny black horn.
"Mmm, I just love seeing the changes in a newbie, going from the mundane human to the more exotic." She said, pulling away, allowing Myshelle to look over her altered form.
The model looked down at her three fingered hands, flexing them experimentally, admiring the shiny black nail upon each.
She reached up and felt her small, bovine horns upon her temples, and then stuck her tongue out as far as she could, moving it in the air, admiring its dexterity. She shivered with arousal as a thought passed through her mind; she couldn't wait to wrap it around a cock.
She stood, raising a leg and peering at the altered foot upon the end of it, her toes merged into two larger ones, once more topped with a thick, black nail. Stray strands of hair rested upon her ears, which new muscles made twitch, sending the tickling strands away. The motion was instinctual and she did not notice.
"You look so sexy right now, Myshelle." Melissa said with a grin, handing her a towel so that she could finally dry herself, and remove stray droplets of milk, as well as a few more of precum.
The new satyr grinned, "You think so?"
"Honey, I know so." She said, planting a kiss on Myshelle's cheek.
"Breakfast will be served soon; the dining room is down the hall to the left." Melissa said, drying herself off as well.
"As much fun as breakfast is, I'm going to have to grab something later. If you're really serious about helping me with a cure for my condition, Mistress Kora will have to set something up. You'll keep your word on that, right?"
Myshelle nodded, "Of course! I'll do anyth..." she grinned, "I'll do what I can."
Melissa laughed and gave her lover a playful swat on the rump, "You're already the sexiest satyr in the club to me, Myshelle, and you're only going to grow more beautiful as the change progresses."
The model blushed and looked over her figure, shoving aside her old prejudices. The weight suited her, the roundness padded out just the right places, and just as Melissa had said, the touches of bovine upon her body, the udder-like breasts, the odd hands, made her look exotic.
"Maybe not the most beautiful, but I..." she blushed; she'd never gotten into a casual discussion about her beauty before. "I think I'm pretty sexy." She admitted.
The gothic satyr nodded and stepped behind her lover, placing the pendant around Myshelle's neck, not fastening it, merely leaving the central stone between her plump breasts.
"See? And you feel that way without a drop of magic, satyr or otherwise." She said, tickling Myshelle's elongated ear with her studded tongue.
"I..." Myshelle's eyes widened, "I guess so." She said with a smile, turning to a shocked giggle as Melissa pinched her sides and tickled her.
"Now don't eat too much, hun, I want you to save some room for me, you hear? I want to try out that new tongue of yours." She said, giving her lover a nuzzle of the neck before she headed for the door.
The pet quivered with delight, licking her lips at the thought of sweet, tasty Melissa-cock in her future, "I'll try," she said as she fastened the pendant around her neck and began to dry herself once more, "But I think I'd like to be up in your weight class when we have some fun."
Melissa giggled, "Oh you will be, I just know it!" she said as the two walked out into the hall and parted ways.
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Myshelle was about in erotic overload as she sat at the table. There were several dozen satyrs, all shemale, all naked, all in various states of semi-arousal, all varying degrees of heavy. There were some that were merely curvy and plump, and a few that rivaled Kora for bulk.
They were all very touchy-feely, giving Myshelle hugs, pats, rubs, and gropes. She wasn't sure she could make it through breakfast without moistening the hooves of everyone present with her plentiful climactic fluids. As it was she had a raging erection hidden beneath the table.
The two girls pressing up against her did not help at all. As many were very wide individuals, typical chairs would be constricting, pressing into their sides with discomfort, and with so many three hundred pound individuals, chair backs would quickly be bent or broken.
Thus even at the dinner table they all sat on bar stools, which allowed the black skinned, black furred, white haired, comparatively thin satyr on Myshelle's left and the large, hefty, thick-boned Clydesdale satyr on her right to scoot up so they were hip to hip, belly to belly, and breast to breast.
Myshelle could smell the scent of oatmeal wafting from the kitchen; it didn't smell particularly appetizing compared to what she had been fed so far. She wondered why something so healthy and bland would be served to a bunch of hefty shemales.
As soon as the carts were wheeled into the room, Myshelle got her answer. Servers began pulling all sorts of toppings for the oatmeal and placing them upon the table. Jellies of all sorts, sliced fruit, thick, rich cream, butter, brown, white, and powdered sugar, cinnamon, honey, raisins, nuts, and flavored syrups of all kinds. There were also pastries covered with frosting, buckets of ice cream to mix with the oatmeal, thick slices of butter-crisped toast, crispy bacon, boxes of sugary cereals, eggs prepared in a variety of ways.
It almost seemed like the scent of the oatmeal had overwhelmed the new satyr and prepared her for disappointment. But what was being presented before here wasn't merely a bowl of bland mush, but a virtual breakfast cornucopia. She took a few pastries and munched on them as the food was placed on the table, big ladles placed in the pots for easy and plentiful access. She waited patiently for her turn, but found that the girls next to her were selecting her portions for her.
The new satyr noticed that her bowl seemed to be much larger than anyone else's, and that oatmeal was only a fraction of what went into it. The oatmeal went in first, followed by the pre-melted butter, fruit, cream, sugar, chocolate syrup, and crushed peanuts, more like a sundae than oatmeal.
Before she could fully grasp what was happening, she found a straw pressed against her lips, and with her pendant-driven hunger, she wrapped her lips around it and sucked, finding delicious cream. She'd never thought of cream as a beverage before, but before she knew it, Myshelle had slurped down an entire pitcher.
Myshelle found her stool pushed over to the corner of the table, to better allow the other satyrs room to have fun with the newbie. She quickly found herself to be the center of attention.
She didn't have the first clue how to best feed the furnace that her portly new form seemed to be, but the other satyrs did. She was given huge serving spoonfuls of the oatmeal mix, her mouth opening wide enough to take a horsecock in order to accommodate them.
But each big ladleful of deliciousness was easily swallowed, the sweet deliciousness spreading across her tongue. A spoon occasionally replaced with a straw, or a pair of lips. The other satyrs petted Myshelle, caressed her, one even brushed and braided her long, auburn hair, making sure to keep it out of her face, and out of the food.
Oh the wonderful, wonderful food. Myshelle wished every breakfast could be as plentiful and delicious as this one, such a wonderful variety to sample, and a belly that could take so much. It was almost erotic, the manifold vibrant tastes and textures of breakfast. She couldn't help herself; if something was brought before her mouth she gobbled or gulped it down, giving little regard to what it was. Her body told her to eat, eat, eat, and she was powerless to resist. It felt so good, being fed like this, being caressed like this.
It was a little messy, but the other satyrs did quite a good job of cleaning her off, giggling and leaning down, using long equine tongues to lap a stray dollop of whipped cream or a fallen cherry from her chest. It all fell on her chest; after all, her breasts were huge. Or were they her udders now?
Either way, they began to leak milk as they were licked and caressed. Were they growing again? They felt like they were getting bigger, their weight more and more upon her belly. Not just her breasts, but her cock and balls as well. It felt like getting an erection, but it never stopped erecting, the more blood flowed into her shaft, the larger it got.
Soon the length began to press up against the table and Myshelle couldn't help but thrust, especially as her thick nipples were gently taken between expert fingers, having the milk coaxed out of them and into bowls, which were poured upon her meal. Oh how perfect and delicious her milk tasted, far better than anything that she had tasted that had ever come out of a cow.
She giggled, letting out a low, playful moo, relaxing, letting herself become enraptured with the orgy of eating and caressing. The slow expansion of her body came quicker now, more natural now that she had ceased resisting it. She felt each mouthful of food slide down her gullet and reach her belly, only to be quickly whisked away to pad her prodigious frame.
Her tits leaked, her cock leaked, her body swelled, and still Myshelle longed for more. In her haze she didn't notice that the oatmeal had been left behind, the mixture she was being fed a thick slop of butter, cream, frosting, sugar, and blueberry syrup, seemingly designed for expanding her body at a rapid rate.
Myshelle found herself having to push away from the table, so large had her belly become. Her erect equine shaft now rose above the height of the table, and thus became fair game for the other satyrs to play with.
The former model's revelry was broken by a feeling of intense pressure upon her feet, not painful or uncomfortable, merely strong. The giggles and words of the satyrs around her seemed to fade away, and all Myshelle could hear were the loud pops and cracks of the bones in her feet altering.
She looked down, only to find her view blocked by her own girth, she leaned to the side, trying to see, but there were satyrs in her way.
Myshelle felt suddenly like she'd been kicked in both knees by a mule. She felt her knees break painlessly, or at least that was what it felt like, as bone and tissue grinded together. The intensity was so great that she fell off her stool in surprise.
Her hefty body was protected by a generous layer of fat, but her head still only had the smallest amount of flesh between floor and skull. Myshelle saw stars for a moment and she rolled onto all fours, feeling dizzy.
But her changing legs would not cooperate, and all she managed to do was to press her cock against the floor, sandwiched by the heavy weight of her belly. She moaned with pleasure, but it came out as a lowing moo.
That seemed to snap her from the haze of lust and hunger that had overcome her. With wide eyes she leapt to her feet... hooves... and ran from the room, darting back to the bathroom, her bulky body bouncing against itself as she ran.
She began to pant, not from exertion, as even though her three hundred some pound frame seemed out of shape and flabby, it didn't hamper her at all. Well, except for the pleasurable sensations that filled her as her milk-filled udders wobbled and her cock bounced off her belly.
She burst into the bathroom, looking for a mirror, her hooves sending loud, hard echoes through the large room. She found what she was looking for between two banks of shower stalls, flanked by two potted trees was a full length mirror upon the wall.
Myshelle's eyes widened at the sight of her reflection. She didn't recognize it. The creature in the mirror was not Myshelle, but rather something that had snuck up upon her and devoured her.
The former human could see no familiar features in the mirror, not even her eyes. Her blue eyes filled with an unnatural lust. Her corpulent body had to be well over three hundred pounds. Her tits... udders... whatever they had become, were a pair of massive, milk-filled orbs that would look right at home on a fetish porn star. No, not even a porn starlet, but a milk cow.
A big, fat milk cow stripper. No one would believe her if she had said she was, Myshelle, THE Myshelle, the cover girl, the budding actress, the sexy, svelte starlet who had a career in film ahead of her.
That life seemed like a distant dream, a bad dream. There was nothing warm and comforting in Myshelle's all of it cold, distant, prickly. How sad was it that the bloated milk bag that she'd become had gotten more sex and affection in the past three hours than Myshelle had gotten in the past three years?
It would be so easy to let it go, just throw it all away and embrace the life of an amorous satyr stripper and whore with open arms, and open legs. The very thought of being paid to fuck made her loins ache with desire.
She was a satyr now, a fat, slutty shemale satyr.
Myshelle approached the mirror, not wanting to believe it, not wanting to see the horns upon her head, the hooves that had replaced her feet, the blotches of tan discoloration upon her legs, the nearly three foot long, throbbing, delicious beast-cock. Oh how she wanted to wrap her lips around it, probe its depths with her... oh gods, with her thick, fat, cow tongue.
She let out a cry that was half pleasure and half despair, her long-teased member finally erupting at the thought of oral self-satisfaction. The offending reflection was banished under a torrent of Myshelle's seed, the new satyr dropping to her knees, unable to keep from wrapping her thick, clumsy, bovine hands around her throbbing, spurting manhood and jerking herself off.
"I... I don't want to be a cow." Myshelle sobbed softly.
"Liar." Came the soft, seductive voice of Kora, the lead satyr standing in the doorway, "Tell the truth."
Myshelle winced and bowed her head, unable to meet her mistress' gaze. "I don't want to be a cow!" she protested, voice wavering.
"That's not it, hun." Kora said, kneeling beside her pet in the thick, sticky mess that was slowly spreading across the floor, "What is it that really has you upset?"
Myshelle wrapped her bulky arms around Kora, hugging her mistress tightly, "A part of me knows that I shouldn't like this, like being a cow. But it's getting smaller all the time, and I'm not sorry to see it go. I... if I change all the way, I don't think I'll ever want to change back. I don't want to make that decision."
The red-haired satyr grinned, nuzzling her pet's neck, "Would you like me to decide for you, Myshelle?"
Myshelle closed her eyes, a tear trailing down her cheek as she whispered her answer, "...yes..."
"It's so telling that you break down, not by captivity and forced feeding, but by gentle, loving affection and free will. You'd rather have this forced upon you than go along peacefully with it, wouldn't you?"
Myshelle found herself nodding, "Why is that? What's wrong with me?"
The satyr laughed, "You get off on being forced to do something, even if it isn't entirely forced."
Kora slipped a finger through the ring of Myshelle's collar, "Let's get you strapped back into the chair and get you marked as my property then, my pet."
Myshelle moaned softly as she stood, following along obediently behind Kora, her face and chest red with a shameful blush. The thought of being strapped into the chair, the gag in her mouth, food poured down her throat, it made her so very, very horny.
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Much to her surprise, Myshelle was not lead back to the small room behind the kitchen, but rather to a very pretty, well decorated room. The floor was coated with rubber, and metal hooks rose from the floor and lowered from the ceiling in places.
In the middle of the room was a large, plush, comfy looking chair, comfy save for the fact that it had thick, padded, restraint straps placed on it. Looking like solid black leather at first, but the light glinted off runes painted upon it, the leather magically enchanted for strength. The straps would hold, despite them being merely sewn onto the arms of the chair.
It looked halfway between a recliner and a barber's chair, save for the large black dildo rising up from the middle. Kora led her to it and gave her a shove, forcing her into the chair, the huge, thick, equine-molded cock slid easily into Myshelle's tailhole, making her moo softly with pleasure as she sunk down on it, her mistress placing straps around her ankles, wrists, neck, and waist with practiced ease.
Kora grinned, something metallic glinting in her latex gloved hand. "Stick out your tongue, my pet." She said with a grin.
Myshelle did as she was told, and found her long tongue within Kora's latex grip. An instrument looking rather like a pair of pliers was gripping in the satyr's other hand, pinching down upon Myshelle's tongue.
There was a cold pinch, a soft popping sound, and a momentary flair of heat. Kora removed the device, allowing Myshelle to see the golden stud that now ran through her tongue. There had been no pain at all, merely a sense of pressure. The new satyr pet didn't even taste blood.
"I mark all my pets with orichalcum adornments; I can afford it, after all. They'll be staying where they are for quite a while, hun." She says with a grin, placing it upon Myshelle's lip as she stared at the decoration upon her tongue.
With a quick squeeze and another cold caress, Myshelle's lower lip sported a ring.
"W-wait!" Myshelle sputtered, getting her tongue back in her mouth, "If these can't be removed, what about if I want to go back to being a hmmmph!"
Myshelle's protests were silenced by the return of the feeding gag.
"It doesn't matter what you want, pet," Kora said with a grin, "You wanted me to make the choice for you, remember?"
She gave the lip ring a gentle tug, and then with a quick motion of her hand added a ring to the side of Myshelle's nose, and then a trio to each elongated, bovine ear.
The satyr giggled and leaned down, her tongue slipping in through the gag, curling around Myshelle's own tongue, Kora's tongue stud meeting her pet's own. The former model found herself a little angry that her body would be altered like this without her being told. But she also found it exhilarating, something permanent beyond her transforming flesh, being made Kora's property.
It was something forced upon her, something that marked her even more as a pet, and it sent a thrill through her loins, making a thick trickle of precum begin to pour from her cock.
A wicked grin appeared on Kora's face as she brought the device down to Myshelle's cock, placing it at the top of her flare, just above the slit. The former human shook her head, not wanting such a sensitive place to be adorned with such invasive jewelry, but her wishes did not matter.
She cried out into her gag as Kora squeezed the device, a thick golden ring forever made a part of her cock. She didn't climax, but she sprayed a rather large gout of pre-cum that left the latex-clad satyr dripping with it.
Kora laughed and licked her fingers clean. She turned and walked from the room, returning a few moments later pulling a rather strange contraption upon a wheeled platform. It was an old fashioned, claw foot bathtub with the drain connected by plastic tubing to a hand pump, which had more plastic tubing leading out, which was promptly fitted to Myshelle's feeding gag.
The lead satyr smiled, and stroked Myshelle's cheek with a gooey hand, "You might find this a bit strange, but I'm sure you're going to love the end result." She said with a chuckle.
Kora turned her head, "She's ready for you now, Melissa."
A side door opened and the neon satyr stepped into the room, black runic drawings upon her pale white skin. She smiled and strode over to the captive Myshelle, removing the feeding tube for a few moments so she could properly kiss her bound lover.
"This may seem a bit strange and scary, but don't worry. Everything will be fine. Once this is all said and done, I'll never have to worry about Motzenger's Syndrome ever again, and neither will you." She said, replacing the tube and stepping into the tub.
"Mistress, if I have your permission?" she asked, bowing to Kora, who merely nodded and stood at the pump.
Melissa smiled and brought a strange gemstone to her lips, dark green shot with veins of black, about the size of a robin's egg. She placed it in her mouth and swallowed, humming to herself as she did so.
The gothic satyr began to dance, not like the lapdance Myshelle had gotten earlier, nor something of a stripper. This was more beautiful, more graceful, rather like ballet. It was bewitching and Myshelle found her eyes focused upon her lover, found herself instinctively humming the song.
As the satyr danced her skin slowly took on a shiny sheen. There was a fluid grace to Melissa's movements, and as Myshelle watched the dance, she could swear she saw beads of perspiration begin to drip from the tips of the satyr's hair.
Only the droplets were not sweat, they were mostly white, with small specks of pink and blue coloration. More of the droplets began to form upon Melissa's body, falling around into the tub.
Myshelle could only watch as her lover's cock stirred to arousal, whiteness dripping from the tip, not cum or precum, but something else entirely. She didn't understand what was going on, she would have asked Kora, but the gag prevented speech, and she could not bear to take her eyes off the beautiful dance for even a moment to try and catch her mistress' gaze.
Dark blue droplets began to fall from Melissa's legs, and as the satyr danced she seemed to be growing thinner, smaller. Her bulky body appeared to be thinning before Myshelle's eyes. Was her lover somehow donating some of her weight to make Myshelle even heavier? How would that help to solve her illness?
As the dance continued Melissa's flesh grew transparent, not showing muscle and bone within, but a single color all the way through. The droplets became rivulets of moisture, dripping down Melissa's body.
Myshelle cried out as her friend and lover began to melt before her eyes. All the while Melissa continued to dance. Kora began using the pump, pulling the shed essence of the pale satyr into the clear tube, which immediately filled with the swirling white-pink-blue mixture.
The pounds literally melted away from Melissa. Myshelle was forced to watch as Melissa's rounded belly and plentiful breasts faded away into flatness. She danced as her tail dripped from her body, the beautiful color fading from her hair, leaving it a washed out brown. The white seemed to leech from her skin, making it darker, giving a spattering of freckles.
The fur upon her legs faded away, bereft of bones, they took on a human shape. Tears filled Myshelle's eyes as she watched her lover's lips part in a moan of pleasure that turned into bubbling as fluid from within oozed out of her, cascading down her chin and neck, over A-cup breasts, over a flat belly, and down over a rapidly shrinking cock.
For a moment Melissa appeared as she had been before she had become a satyr, a blend of human and elven, her eyes meeting Myshelle's. She smiled, the sight stirring a memory from within the former model's head, something from several years past, an assistant, a shy, girl next door whose pointed ears showed her elven that had once, with a red face, asked the model on a date.
Myshelle had been offended, disgusted, outraged, she'd had her fired immediately, and had taken delight in seeing the over-reaching sub-human lesbian whore storm out in tears. Tears like the ones that filled Myshelle's eyes. How could she ever have delighted in being so cruel to this wonderful, sweet, beautiful creature?
And she was sweet, oh how she was sweet. The smooth, silk fluid that had been Melissa's body reached her lips, pouring into Myshelle. She could not describe the flavor, knowing that it was sweet, and that the merest taste brought tears to her eyes and broke her heart into a million pieces.
And even as she melted, Melissa continued her beautiful, heart wrenching dance. Her cock had vanished, leave smoothness between her legs. Myshelle didn't want to watch, didn't want to see the love of her life melt away into a rail, fragile wreck. She didn't want to eat her.
Myshelle pulled at her bonds with all of her might, but the enchanted leather held easily. As she danced Melissa began to sink into the fluid that had been her body. She broke her gaze from Myshelle as her face began to lose definition. She raised a melting, mitten-like hand to her lips and blew Myshelle a kiss as no part of her existed below the hips.
She turned her back upon her lover, her fingertips meeting the muck that had once been her body. One arm fell away, flesh turned to fluid no longer able to keep it held to her body.
Her torso began to sink into the multicolored fluid that had once been flesh and bone. Her hair fell away, transformed into oozing clump, transformed into goo as they dripped down her back.
Her face began to smooth out, melting like a wax figure, eyebrows, lashes, nose, and lips turning white and dripping away, leaving only the suggestion of a face; the black void of the mouth and eyes, now visible from behind.
The head and neck merged as shoulders melted away, the head tilting back, the face moving around, lipless mouth forming a smile, a translucent eyelid sliding down in a final wink atop a gentle bulge atop the fluid.
And then Melissa was gone.
Tears poured from Myshelle's eyes as she clenched them shut. She didn't understand why Melissa would do this, why she would destroy herself. Was it revenge for Myshelle's mocking scorn of her past adoration? Myshelle deserved it. Why had she ever done such a hateful, cruel thing? Why had she banished such a kind, loving person? She could've had years spent with the love she felt for Melissa if she had only opened her cold, icy heart.
And now? Now it was too late.
She lowered her head, a terrible wail of emotional agony rising in her throat, muffled by the candied treat that had once been her lover as it was pumped down her hateful, loathsome gullet.
She deserved it for what she had done, how she had behaved, to everybody. For a few short hours she had known what love was like, and for the rest of her life she would mourn its loss.
Myshelle would be all the more alone and worthless having had a few moments of joy and affection.
She sat and swallowed her punishment, which seemed to amuse Kora greatly.
"Good thing you have those four stomachs now." The lead satyr said with a heartless laugh.
She wondered how the satyr could be so cruel, to casually throw away the life of one of her satyrs and laugh about it, merely to take revenge on a small, petty, worthless being.
"You're not worthless." Whispered a voice in Myshelle's ear.
A gentle warmth spread over her body as it began to expand, putting Melissa's mass to use. It wasn't merely the usual swelling of her flesh; it was soft, gentle, like a loving, tender caress.
"That's because it is." Said the voice again, "Don't be sad, Myshelle. I'm not gone. I'm not dead, or dying, or anything even close." Said Melissa.
The former model felt the sensation of a loving, lustful kiss, "One spirit might not be enough to accept the strongest satyr magic, but two can easily take anything that the Fey can dish out. I'm not leaving you alone, beautiful, I'm not hurting you; I'm making sure that we'll be together. Forever."
The more of the fluid that was pumped into Myshelle, the larger her body became, the more she felt Melissa's presence, the loving satyr's spirit entwined with her own. She opened her eyes, looking down at her body. She watched her tanned skin go pale, the color slowly leaching out of it.
"One flesh, one soul, one spirit, eternally." Melissa whispered.
Myshelle could feel something tickling her mind, memories that weren't her own, a past that she had never experienced; an unpleasant, hurtful, human life that she had made all the worse. Pain magnified pain, Myshelle's guilt mixing with Melissa's suffering, the result unbearable.
And then it all went away, all that had been human seemed suddenly distant now, something that was not even worth thinking about. There was love, love of the other satyrs, her sweet, beautiful sisters, they had taken her in from her life of human misery, and made it go away. She lived life to its sweet fullest now; the human world had nothing to offer her.
"Do you want that, my love?" Melissa said softly, giggling as their shared body began to complete its transformation into satyrhood, their fur tickling as it grew from their legs, their long equine tail sprouting from their rump.
"Yes!" Myshelle said in her mind, "Oh please, yes!"
"Good." The neon satyr purred, "It'll take a few hours before we get settled in. Just enjoy your first day as a satyr, mmm... g'night."
Melissa yawned, her consciousness wrapping itself within Myshelle's as if it were a blanket. The new satyr remained in this state, disconnected from her body, psychically embracing her lover, until a dull ache drew her back to wakefulness
Myshelle opened her eyes and stood, no longer strapped to the chair. She looked over her body, smiling as she found that she was perhaps half again as heavy as she had been before. She loved the way it felt, thick and hefty, her flesh rubbing against other flesh, so soft and smooth.
Her auburn hair cascaded down her shoulders, the tips transformed into a navy blue just above her thick, luxurious tail, colored just the same way. Her body shape felt different, retaining the large belly and bust she'd had before, but adding Melissa's shapely hips and butt to the mix, giving her an extremely exaggerated hourglass figure.
She strode happily on heavy cloven hooves. Unable to see over her girth, she kicked out a leg to the side, delighting in the sight of her fur. She ran both of her three fingered hands through its sweet softness. The pure snow white of her fur was just a few shades off from her now naturally pale skin. But rather than the black of the typical bovine blotches, Myshelle sported the gorgeous navy that Melissa's fur had been.
The satyr let out a soft, happy moo, the noise making her giggle. She practiced walking, shaking her big bovine booty. Something tickled within her mind, but she ignored it. She took in a deep breath, sighing softly at the throbbing arousal from her loins.
Her cock hadn't changed much, perhaps a few inches of thickness and length, some minor changes in shape, and the alteration of the color to a very pale pink with navy blotches.
Myshelle was horny as hell, and she knew exactly where to go to slake her lusts. She went there all the time, after all, to help with her...
Oh right! She wasn't the one with Motzenger's that had been Melissa's problem, thankfully gone forever now that the two were one.
Her cock didn't ache anywhere near as much as Melissa's had in the throes of a Motzenger's lust fit, but it was still rather annoying, and something that she was very eager to have quenched.
She smiled, admiring herself in one of the mirrors that studded the bondage room's walls. She took pride in the fact that she looked about as big as Kora now, though the lead satyr had more of a belly, whereas Myshelle had bigger boobs, butt, and balls. It wasn't enough, though. She wanted to be bigger. As big as her gorgeous shemale satyr body would allow her to be and still be able to keep dancing.
The thought made her quiver and gasp with delight, she couldn't wait until Mistress Kora allowed her to dance again. Her cock throbbed, a few pints of precum splattering onto the floor.
The bovine satyr giggled and strode out into the hall, the cowbell placed around her neck giving off low, melodious tones as she walked. She didn't remember it being there before, but it had the same vaguely magical warmth of her orichalcum piercings. She reached down and gave her cock ring a playful tug, making her moo with pleasure.
She needed to reach the stables quite quickly, before she made a mess. |
Mel was in her third year of highschool, and was still having a hell of a time fitting in. The nerds had their place, the jocks and cheerleaders theirs, but Mel was a contradiction. She didn't have the ego to fit in with the 'beautiful' ones, but everyone assumed she was too pretty to be a nerd. She liked to game a lot, loved watching anime, but also liked to do a lot of walking and was quite attractive. She didn't consider herself a nerd or geek but she didn't need to pull any tricks to get passing grades, she was sort of a little bit of everything. She was also very tall for a girl making her stand out like a sore thumb- all that walking gave her long well toned legs. Her eyes were a blue-green that almost looked like cyan and her hair was large golden-brown curls cascading to her shoulder blades. She had freckles on her upper cheeks, the bridge of her nose, top of her breasts and the backs of her arms but they were near invisible till she went out into the sun. She always wore rectangular glasses with very fine silver frames, they did not look like much but if anyone with good eyes put them on, they would probably go blind. Mel could see very far off without problem, but once something got closer than five feet they stopped appearing clearly and started to look like blobs of color.
She climbed the local mountain to look down on the city and think. She had a crush on a boy named Piper and she got fed up with dropping subtle hints his way and took a bold stance to ask him out- and was turned down! He politely but quickly turned her down, saying she wasn't his type, but Mel wasn't sure he knew what type she actually is...she isn't sure how she would categorize herself! She was already embarrassed and awkward enough at the time to try and debate it of course, so she tried to brush it off and go about her day. Things continued to not go her way however- it was a white sky when she started to walk here, dark grey by the time she made it up and poring rain shortly after she got to the top! She was just barely above the rainclouds but her short trip was turning into a long one as she tried to wait out the rain. She was wearing a black form fitting, long sleeved top and knee length navy skirt that unintentionally matched the weather- black tops and blue bottoms was the schools uniform code. It was summer so she never thought to wear a jacket or thicker top. She was already very late for dinner and considered just holding her bag over her head and making a run for it down the mountain. It was only 90 metres high so it wasn't a particularly difficult climb, up or down. With a nod to herself, causing her hairs huge curls to bounce around wildly, she pulled her bag off and held it over her head, and started quickly down the rock slide area of the mountain. Since it went from top to bottom it was the least steep part and made and easy climb.
Unfortunately it also made for unstable footing. She thought she heard her stomach rumbling at first- her home town was on the geographic area known as the Canadian shield, so she had never experienced an earthquake. The rain had eroded the mountain too badly over the years, and the mountain chose this day over all others to finally give up the ghost. The rock slide started to move- shattered stone flowing down in a river like water, breaking off bigger rocks with its force and creating a landslide of epic proportions! Mel tried to outrun it, no longer caring if her hair got wet, but it was coming at her faster than she could possibly move. Huge rocks snapped trees like toothpicks, being deflected by the greenery just enough to avoid hitting Mel. Just when she thought her number was up she fell straight down, instead of on an angle with the mountainside- she fell INTO the mountain! She hit her head on the massive marble tiles on her way in so she was seeing stars for a few moments. Too afraid to move as the ground shook violently and rumbled like unending thunder for quite some time. When her head stopped spinning and her heart stopped trying to escape through her throat she finally opened her eyes and looked around. She was in a titanic man-made chamber! The ground was smooth black marble and the chamber was quite wide, but not too long. The roof was sort of dome shaped, and there was a narrow chasm where the roof met the back of the room. There was ancient looking marble pillars and pedestals all around and tiny plants grew between crevices of both the floor tiles and the segments of the pillars. There was a tremendous crack down one side of the floor and an avalanche had filled in that corner of the chasm. A pillar of light over it marked the place Mel fell in from the roof. The pedestals had scrolls and tomes on them, most weathered nearly to dust but by far the centerpiece for the chamber was squarely in the middle. Several nearly decomposed vertebrae the size of truck tires sat in a pile behind two much better kept rib bones as tall as Mel herself. The ribs were anodized to preserve them and if pushed closer together would form a perfect circle, but they were mounted to grey marble slabs, both with inscriptions in a tongue long forgotten. The ribs were threaded with the long hairs of whatever monster originally owned them, making either rib a huge macabre harp! On the pedestal between and in front of the two harps was a massive time bound with a metal encased cover, with a broken lock beside it that formerly sealed it. Mel opened it and started to flip through it but understood none of the writing, she didn't even recognise it as any language she had seen! One thing she did understand however regardless of language is that this was a music book, songs for the morbid harps!
Lucky for her, someone else had been here not so long ago and broke the lock on the book- someone translated many pages and had been researching the harps and inserted their research pages between the tome's own pages. What she read she did not believe- one harp represented body and the other mind, they were an ancient mechanism for controlling a terrible magic that as far as she could tell, seemed to have power over anything you could think of! The bones and hair belonged to a slain deity known simply as Harm, who formerly manipulated people to his whims. Mel knew how to read music well enough and for nothing else, she at least wanted to see how these harps sounded after centuries of being sealed here. She flipped to the mind portion of the book as it sounded far more magical, and found songs to manipulate the weather! Being in a weather related predicament at the moment this seemed like a good place to start. The notes stated only the one who plucks the strings could direct the spell, but didn't get any more specific on how to direct it. Mel looked at the human-sealed doorway on the front of the chamber near where she fell in and started to play the song known as the shape of earth. To her amazement, toward the end of the tune, the stone and mud the doorway had been sealed with reformed into a featureless humanoid statue! She could see daylight on either side of it! The unique shape of the chamber made even a gentle pluck of the harp sound strongly from all directions, but there was a bit of an echo from where the crack was- the land slide wounded the chamber as well as its resonance. With a beaming smile Mel flipped pages wildly to the body portion and walked over to its representative harp. Cautious, afraid, excited and curious all at once she found some wildly lewd tunes- the more exotic the spell the more complicated the music, and she had extremely little experience with actual harps so she ignored those entirely.
She found one to increase the size of ones rump, and in adrenaline powered curiosity she started to work the strings to its tune. The first only started to work when the tune neared completion so she didn't expect anything till then, and hoped timing wasn't an issue because she made a few momentary pauses to make sure she plucked the right string. With the sort of power these harps had, god only knows what would happen if you started mixing in random notes. She felt a little tingly toward the end but wasn't sure if it was something actually happening or just her anticipation. The song was lower pitch and simple enough. Mel actually felt nothing directly, but did notice her skirt becoming tighter. She wished she was wearing pants to be able to notice better, and had to reach around and cup her butt cheeks to inspect the difference. Her ass grew very slowly, and stopped a few moments after she squeezed it. The notes on how to adjust the songs magnitude was too complicated for her, using many abbreviations and mathematical equations to explain influence from the strength the strings were pulled at, the emotion of the musician and so on. The increase didn't seem that big, so she played it again, this time grabbing herself immediately as it finished to feel her solid checks round out and push back against her clutches, pushing up between her fingers a bit. She gave herself a nice bubble butt! Feeling a bit aroused and ever curious, she glanced at the more sexual songs, and almost reluctantly started to play one to increase the size of her pussy, with slightly trembling hands. Mel groaned and squeezed her legs together immediately as unlike with her butt, she definitely felt this one in full. Her passage moistened immediately as her mind's eye tried translating sensation into imagery. Her actual passage widened ever so slightly, deepened a bit more, and her labia puffed up quite a bit larger. She staggered back and helped herself down onto the floor braced on a harp as she hiked her skirt and dropped her panties to inspect. Her puffy labia concealed it well in their soft folds but wedged between them her clit seemed to gave grown as well, though it was hard to tell if it was from the spell or her high arousal. She nearly slipped her middle and ring finger inside around either side of the clit but stopped herself when she remembered where she was. She couldn't do such a thing in a place like this- especially in front of a pile of ancient bones.
She shuffled her clothes back in place and tried to straighten her gutter-balled thoughts as she returned her attention to the book. Following the theme of the other two songs she found several for breasts. Elasticity, size, weight, lactation, and nipple specific size, songs to increase and decrease. She liked her C cups as they were, a nice handful- but she had an idea and the harp was the tool she needed. This time she concentrated and visualized it in her head and played the strings as hard as she could, though it hurt her fingers. She was afraid of going overboard but also curious as to what it could really do. She could always undo the song with its counterpart, so as long as she didn't screw up catastrophically she would be fine. The first thing that hit her is her nipples went immediately to the hardest they have ever been, to the point where they tingled from her body trying to circulate more blood in than they could hold. The best it could be described as a gentle outward pressure and warmth coming from deep inside her breasts. Both due to the difference in the spells magnitude and how much difference a little more made, her breasts seemed to ripen faster than her other parts and go much farther. They rounded out in all directions but started to stick out farther the bigger they got. She went from a modest C to something that looked like a DD or even a E cup. She undid the clasp on her bra part way in to avoid pinching, but left the bra on. She waited cautiously after to make sure it was done before reaching under her shirt and bra to squeeze a overflowing handful of herself. She arched her back a bit and eased her grip at the sensations. They were so full, and bouncy! Their size had increased magically so they didn't get softer when they expanded, the elasticity of her skin and the muscle to hold them firm remained just as strong. Two things held breasts- a tendon on the inside of the rib cage held them up, and muscle tissue connecting the fat to the skin held them in place, and both seemed to have been bolstered along with the fat mass. She bounced on her heels several times, having way too much fun watching her own sweater puppies bouncing around in her form fitting top. She wanted to see these in a mirror! Mel looked into the book again and seen some intelligence enhancing songs as well as mood altering in the repertoire of the mind harp, but the translated notes also held many, many warnings saying to never use them- they were far too dangerous. Finally settling on a teleportation song, she imagined her home as vividly as possible as she played the tune. She did not hear the final note as she instantly appeared in front of her house! She half wished the harp would be transported with her, and then cursed under her breath when she remembered she left the door open! She shrugged it off and slipped into her home. She dashed upstairs right away to hide her change in a sweater, claiming the rain drained her body temperate- which was half true, though her sizable new mounds were good insulators.
Mel was not normally a frisky girl, so she did not want to immediately give in and touch herself, and managed to cool her thoughts down before bed that night- after spending no less than forty minutes bouncing and squeezing her meaty pillows in a full body mirror. She slipped quickly into a contented sleep that night, eager to see Piper at school the next day with her new body. Even the new weight on her chest felt sort of comforting, they sure were squishy, and it was definitely impossible to sleep completely on her stomach now. Her dreams were bizarre compared to the usual though. She fell a short distance onto a giant breast made of pink jello! She loved the sensation on her skin, and dragged her own erect nipples on the surface before she realised she was slowly sinking into the soft jiggly mass, which felt warm and tingly around her. When she woke in the morning she felt a bit of wetness and jumped up a bit startled till she realised where her hand had been! She was playing with herself in her sleep- that's never happened before! Now she sort of regretted not doing it before she went to sleep when she could have done some better mess control. It was foggy out but no longer raining that morning so she wore a hip up hoodie to conceal her bust till she got to school, and wore the same form fitting long sleeve as the day before under that, and a slightly smaller skirt today- it was time for round 2 with Piper!
Mel had a few people she liked and occasionally did things with, but no one she would really call a good friend, so the secret of the harps would have to remain her secret- and she would have to re-seal the chamber properly when she had the chance. The rock slide was on the news obviously today, so no one was going up there for a while because of the danger. She wore a bra still to contain her girls, but had to leave the clasp open as to not strangle them. As long as she didn't break out into a jog they should remain contained- because without a bra the elasticity of her top would not leave much to the imagination. Her breasts now matched her hair in bounciness! During first period she felt her nipples become super hard like the day before and her heartbeat sped up considerably, making it very hard to concentrate! She needed to find Piper fast and get this over with. When the first period was over she scratched her back as the open clasp rubbing it was irritating, and paused a moment in surprise. Had the gap back there always been so far? She looked down at her tits as discreetly as she could manage and they did seem bigger now! It must have just been her imagination though, she was just not used to being so big, they wouldn't just randomly start growing again for no reason. She became much more self aware now though, and it felt like they bounced more- like there was even more weight. Her slight blush and the big difference in appearance from the day before was getting plenty of not so discreet glances and many hushed whispers. At least her nipples had calmed down again.
When she confronted Piper this time, he did a double-take and froze up like a deer in headlights. She asked if he was sure about not going out with her, and he stuttered out questions as to how her appearance changed so much. She used her longer skirt as an excuse to hiding her plumper rump and claimed to have had her breasts bound before- but after a recent growth spurt wasn't able to contain them any more. Piper shook his head, quickly turning his previous response on its heels! He said he just needed time to think it over because it was so sudden, and that her old outfit and binding hid what she was really like previously. Mel's timid smile turned into more of a sneer at this point as she adjusted her glasses. She turned her bubble butt to him as she started to walk away, saying she didn't want to go out with him anymore. She now knew the reason he didn't take her before was entirely based on her build and appearance, and she had no time to waste on someone so shallow. She left Piper as slack-jawed and dazed as when she appeared.
Mel walked the halls proudly now that she had settled that misfired relationship better than she could have on her own. She would return to the harps later and undo most, if not all the changes she did the day before. She would also look through and probably try some new ones too though, because why not? She passed at that thought as her nipples became wildly stiff again catching her off guard, and when she paused to concentrate on them she quickly realised this time that her breasts were growing! Why?! Why would they complete and then start up again? Her heart raced, causing her breaths to deepen and her deep breaths projected her swelling tits even more, causing a few people to stop and openly gawk and literally everyone in the hall to stare while at least trying to look like they were doing other things. The gap at the back of her bra grew and grew, while luckily the steep curve of her bosom held it tightly in place against her shirt. Did someone else find the harp and play the song? No, that made no sense- only the person who played the song could control it, so the person would have to target her with the spell, but who would do that? Had she messed up the song somehow? She did not think so, she was very careful when she did each one and the others worked fine, but it was still a possibility. Mel's nipples calmed down and she watched her tits carefully, confirming the growth stopped. Her nipples indicated when it stopped and started. Mel didn't grow nearly as much as yesterday, but this was the third addition now and it added up. She could not see her legs or feet anymore in spite of their length! Her face turned cherry red when she noticed all the eyes on her, and that she was staring at her own breasts in the middle of a busy hall! She looked at the floor and quickly rushed to the bathroom- though because of the size of her breasts, when she looked down at all, it just looked like she was staring at them again.
She made sure no one was in the bathroom before examining herself in the mirror and trying to adjust her shirt and bra to be as comfortable as she could manage while making her chest as concealed as possible. Neither was working. The bra wasn't holding her breasts up, her breasts were holding it up, but if she removed it her nipples and even the shape of her areola may be visible through the fabric, though at least black was the most concealing of colors. Mel needed to get that hoodie back on, though her increased heart rate and overly insulated chest was going to make it quite hot, it was the only way she was even remotely hiding these fun bags. A bit embarrassed with herself she bobbed up and down in the mirror to see them bounce around in their cloth confines. The reduced space in there made it rub her nipples when she bounced and almost scared herself into thinking there was another growth spurt on its way. Mel caught herself about to grind her hip on the edge of the sink and quickly backed off. What was wrong with her? She had never been like this, never been so horny. Granted, she never had this much fat rolling around on her chest either, and every inch filled with nerves however small, each linked to her pleasure center. She groaned, knowing this was no time to indulge in herself. This was a serious problem! She should have just bailed out of school to take care of it, but she wasn't thinking clearly and instead quickly left the bathroom the moment the door opened as another girl came in, and Mel tried to look as casual as possible when she walked past the other girl with breasts as big as her head. She grabbed her hoodie and went to her next class, keeping quiet and keeping her head down, and moving as quickly as she could without causing her boobs to bounce wildly out of control- which no longer took much. She didn't notice her friend Aria following her a few paces behind- having seen her heading to and from the bathroom before the hoodie was on.
It was hard to think of anything but breasts. Mel cursed herself mentally for being so chaste the night before! If she hadn't been so shrewd with herself then at least her mind would be a bit more clear now! On the other hand, she had no way of knowing her song would make a surprise encore! She felt like sinking into her hoodie like a turtle into its shell as her nipples became rock hard, not even that far into her second period class! At least Mel still had the common sense to sit at the very back of the room. They felt so hot and she was already sweating a bit under her layers. Bigger, fatter, heavier they swelled. Her nipples were trying to rub holes through her bra cups, making her shiver from the raw sensation. She was panting a bit, trying her absolute hardest not to moan in class, because after earlier it would only take the tiniest peep from her to gain everyone's immediate attention. Her larger pussy swelled with arousal, and since it was bigger than normal already, her panties pressed into it firmly and caused her to squirm even more. She felt like a balloon being blown up between two shelves, her top was resisting the growth above and that also causing pressure below, making her feel very comfortably squeezed- too comfortably. This was school, she couldn't get this aroused in class! Everyone would think she is a slut! Mel's heart sank a bit at that thought- with breasts like this they probably already think that. She wasn't like this normally! It was just an experiment! A normal person would assume she has a blowup bra or something under her shirt, but it's not! It's all Mel. It stopped and her nipples relaxed again, to her relief. They were massive on her now, like famous pornstar level huge- they were definitely going to be giving everyone the wrong impression. And unlike an over endowed man, she can't simply tuck them or adjust them in any way to hide them- they stuck out forward, always there, and now always the first thing people will see. She liked her breasts, not too big or small and well shaped, now she didn't know what to think of them! Mel pushed her chair back as quietly as possible to be able to at least try and do her work, since she couldn't properly see or write with her huge breasts eclipsing the desk. She could clear a table off by turning around too quickly with a chest like this.
As crazy as the situation was, she could fix it once she got back to the twin harps, and that at least gave her hope. Mel wasn't even going to try and figure out excuses or explanations to give right now, she just needed to focus on getting out of here and to the chamber. Before second period ended though, toward its end her nipples stiffened again! Two growths in a single period didn't bode well for her plans. Even worse still, her bra was all but shoved out of the way now and her shirt was pressed too tightly into her for Mel to possibly readjust so she had to pull it off and just hide it for now. So now her rock hard and slightly bigger nipples were very visible. Even leaned back her tits squished against the top of the desk. It felt so good to squish them, they needed to be fondled, but she can't here! Her brow hardened in thought- was that what caused this? She had been very aroused, was the arousal triggering the growth? She apparently touched herself in her sleep last night, which could explain why it was delayed till she arrived at school, but, then why wasn't she growing after getting home, and the entire time before going to sleep? She was nearing freak show level sizes by the time it stopped this round. Mel could not lift her arms even slightly without brushing the sides of he soft spheres. Once everyone got up to leave class she stood absolutely no chance, one person would turn and see her and then everyone would. Once a teacher seen her Mel would be accused of stuffing her shirt for a prank, after lengthy arguments it would be determined they were actual tits, and then Mel is on a hospital table- even farther from the harps. Plan A was failing hard, Mel needed to leave school now, she wasn't going to be able to shrug this off and act normal till school ended.
The class had a door at the front and back and luckily the back door wasn't completely closed, so she was able to very carefully slide her boobs out and dash out the door, which was more like stagger out of the door. The weight of the giant mounds of fat was tremendous and immediately hurt her back, but she had no choice but to stand as straight as possible- bending forward even slightly destroyed her balance and threatened to yank her completely over. It was like trying to heft two small medicine balls using only her spine. It if wasn't for her shirt she likely wouldn't be able to walk properly at all! She looked down the still empty hall and seen the vice principal waiting by the front doors- that would be a problem. Students would rush into the halls as the period ended at any moment, she needed an alternate exit fast! She went down to the gyms, there was another exit on that side of the school, but seen many guys and a coach just outside that door, drat! They were returning from the track field! She was out of time now though as the bells rang. Mel heard someone yell 'hey' from down the hall and wasn't sure if it was directed at her but didn't want to wait around to find out, and quickly dashed into the bathroom. The bathrooms in these halls were almost never used so thankfully empty- most people on this level just used the ones attached to the changing rooms.
Mel almost feinted when she seen her monstrously bloated tits in the mirror. She had literally never seen breasts as big as these, and was pretty sure it was biologically impossible to have them this big. Her nipples and areola had grown too, but at only a fraction of the rate as her breasts themselves. Her heart jumped when Mel heard footsteps just outside the door. Practically throwing herself into a stall with the momentum of her wobbling assets, Mel locked the stall door and lifted her legs up the best she could, though it pushed her boobs up forcing her to turn her head to remain able to breath. Aria entered the bathroom right after her, scanning the space with her bright grey-blue eyes. Unlike Mel, Aria was very petite, from her mosquito-bite sized chest to her diminutive stature. Her hair was to her hip but always tightly bound in a braid, her outfit was a t shirt and a mid-thigh jean skirt. Mel held her breath, trying to remain as quiet as possible.
Aria paused in the middle of the room. "Mel? I seen you come in here. A-are you OK?"
Mel let her feet down, trying to keep her voice as calm as possible. "What? Yea, just had to go to the bathroom between periods. You act like its a weird thing."
Aria sighed nervously. "And the incident in the hall? Your chest is inflating like a balloon."
The last thing Mel needed was Aria biting at her heels looking for easy prey. Aria was a vengeful little sprite of a woman, and has been known to pull some particularly malicious pranks.
"They are balloons obviously. It is part of a social experiment I was doing! Because she was already talking when her nipples hardened, Mel let out a surprised squeak. "Haaah! Ngh-not now!" She quickly zipped off the hoodie so it wouldn't strangle her.
"What is it?!" Mel moaned and told her it was nothing but was clear!y lying. "I am coming in!"
Mel wrapped her arms around her boobs the best she could to try and squeeze them back, as if to try and force the spell to give up. "The doors locked."
Aria's head popped up over the door as she managed to heave a full arm as well over the top. "I am a good climber. Are you sure you don't need help...?"
Mel's face was beet red from strangling her chest, the sensation of rapidly getting even fatter, and Aria spying on her. "You peeping tom! I am trying to use the toilet!!"
"T-then why is your skirt on?"
"Sexual harassment!"
Aria squeaked in fear and jumped back down. "S-sorry! I didn't mean to...you seem like you need help. I just wanted to..." Now her face was red as well, and her nipples and clit hard- though not from any magical influence.
Mel's collar had become stretched far enough off her neck to reveal a good chunk of ever deepening cleavage. Her breasts moved out over her lap. Aria seemed actually worried. When Mel heard her take awkward steps toward the door she panicked a bit. She couldn't think of a way out of the school fast, and she needed to go FAST. The harps were halfway up a mountain, and very soon climbing anything would be utterly impossible- she did need help, from anyone!
Aria paused when the lock on the stall clicked. Breathing heavily, Mel stepped into the open but leaned on the stall a bit for support, she could barely remain upright. Her breasts together were bigger than her torso and took every muscle she had just to stand. Even after they softened after the growth her nipples were still a bit visible simply due to the pressure- her top was starting to crush her ribs, it was too flexible for her own good. Aria was still as a statue and her eyes absolutely locked in place. Not making eye contact Mel explained that it was all tit flesh in there, and that she fucked up a spell. She quickly shifted gears and told Aria she wasn't going to tell her how she cast spells, if that was her intention. She was lying, but wanted to see if that's why Aria was helping. She remembered a couple of times though where her and Aria did hang out, and they had gotten along well enough- the tiny girl seemed genuine. Aria very nervously asked if it was OK to see them, but Mel could not remove her top anymore, and instead bent over with support from the stall to show her cleavage. Why was Aria nervous, it was Mel who was against the ropes here. Mel explained the only help she needed was getting out of school unseen, and to the 'mountain area'.
Aria was in the process of coming up with a plan when Mel let out another soft, long, and desperate 'no' as her nipples tuned to diamonds. She trembled and staggered a bit as her weight shifted still farther forward. Her tits swelled more, fattening, plumping up. Her shirt was crushing her and refusing to burst! She staggered forward and on reflex Aria dashed forward to catch her, but caught two arm fulls of breasts.
"Ah...aahhh....nnnghaaaah!" Mel's legs shook and the strength completely drained from her lower body as she was overcome with a small but strong orgasm!
Aria's hands sunk into the soft masses right over the nipples, coupled with the sensation of the growth was too much for Mel to take. The shirt ripped loudly but the holes under the arms were not big enough, the shirt still held on. Mel had collapsed onto the floor from the orgasm and Aria followed, supporting the huge mounds as best she could. Panting heavily Mel explained she was OK again as a queue for Aria to take her hands off. Mel took a long time to catch her breath. She was on her knees, but her breasts rest firmly on the cool tile floor. What was she going to do now? Her eyes glazed over a bit with tears as she realised she could no longer stand up, never mind walk, or climb. Even if she got out of school now she couldn't reach the harps! Suddenly becoming more bold for the sake of Mel, Aria said they needed to get her top off before it squeezed all the air out of her lungs, and without permission grabbed the edge of the holes and yanked. She finally managed to tear the shirt right off, falling to the floor from the force. Her face went bright red and she looked almost dizzy with giddiness at the sight of the massive soft flesh pillows. The look on her face gave her away this time.
"Y-you're a lesbian!". Mel tried to cup her nipples but it was a scavenger hunt trying to find them around the curve of her boobs at this point.
"No!! I...no."
"Aria this isn't the time, just give me a straight answer."
"Uh-I...I am not a lesbian..." Her voice lowered considerably. "I just prefer girls most of the time." She raised her voice back up to normal volume. "And its not what you think, I really do want to help. I always liked you a-oh not like that!! I mean sort of but...and I mean oh my gooood look at those things." Her voice quaked when she said it like she had just soaked her panties.
It was obvious Aria was struggling to hold herself back from the huge boobs which made Mel mildly uncomfortable. "I know. They have been making me feel a bit crazy to. They are incredible but they are way out of control, and now that I cannot stand, I can't stop it! I don't even know why they keep growing, they should have stopped!"
Airs shifted closer on her own knees and asked how it all happened, to try and get to the bottom of it all. Aria placed her hands on the top curve of the breasts gently and started to rub slightly without even consciously meaning to, but Mel did not stop her. Mel reluctantly explained her entire adventure and the power of the harps.
It was during her own explanation that Mel's eyes opened wide. "Oh my god the crack! The crack and avalanche that broke into part of the chamber created an echo! That's why the spell keeps activating, the last note keeps echoing because I played that song much louder than the others! But that doesn't explain why it didn't start till I got to school..."
"You live quite some distance away."
"Yea. Oh shit! My house is outside the harps effective range, of course! How do we stop an echo though? I can't move to get out of its range orrr-hoooboy."
"Huh? Oh!"
Aria both realized where her hands had been and that the flesh was stretching out farther and farther yet again. Mel couldn't take it any more, it was like trying to not scratch an itch that wouldn't go away, she told Aria to grab those hard nipples and toy with them- she needed it! Aria only rolled one between her finger and thumb, gently tugging it. With her other hand she bent completely over and hooked the turgid huge nipple in her lips. She gently nibbled it causing Mel to take heaving breaths which rocked the expanding masses of flesh across the floor, pushing around Aria's face. Aria kissed it and sucked it, moving her mouth wider and pushing harder till she was sucking the entire areola into her mouth, filling her mouth entirely with the bloated flesh. The flesh expanded all around her face and could suffocate her if she wasn't careful but Aria honestly couldn't care less- she was in heaven one way or the other. She eased off when the nipples softened and realised it also marked the end of the growth. Both girls were flustered as hell and completely out of breath, and Aria was dizzy from all the blood rushing to her head. Aria wanted to rip her clothes off and jump into the cleavage to grind her cunt against the soft mass but didn't dare actually do it. She always wanted Mel and didn't want to fuck up this unique chance to win her over. Mel explained after she took a break to catch her breath, that she was not normally like this but had been turned on by the spells and possibility. She denied herself the night before when things were under control, and then was forced to stay her hand when it started to get out of control because she was at school. She begged Aria not to let this be a valid impression of her, and apologised with her cherry red face, that she needed it badly. She reached around her bubble butt and dug out her soaked panties, pulling them down to her knees and immediately dipping fingers into her overly large and plush pussy, with Aria right there watching! She stood up a bit, rocking her breasts forward to be hunched over them. Both Aria and Mel squirmed in arousal but only Mel with her fingers in the honey pot. She moved a second hand back in desperation, which meant her entire weight was divided between the tips of her angled toes, and her breasts.
Mel's legs buckled and scrunched up under her as she arched back and let out a long desperate whimper as her nipples hardened! Between her long breather and explanation she had used up far too much time and she was growing again! Even without her squirming the breasts would be juggling and wobbling wildly from the growth, fatter and fatter still. They spread across the floor and pushed Mel back, forcing her to shuffle her sitting position. The growth was according to their respective size, so each time they got bigger, the amount of bloated flesh each impromptu encore produced also grew! They might as well have been anchors at this point, their weight prevented her from even dragging them, she was totally immobile. Even the air in the room was hot from them, though several other things were contributing to that. She was dazed, trying to comprehend the wobbling sea of firm rubbery flesh in front of her, and how it could possibly be part of her. Each boob was as big if not bigger than her entire body! Her tits were supporting her now! In order to avoid tugging she had to stand up against her breasts. Only half leaned over them, her breasts alone could hold her up in this position.
Aria couldn't take anymore either, and in a voice shrill with nervousness and arousal Aria offered a hand. Sorry for Mel but not the least bit sorry for her actions Aria grabbed each perfectly spherical butt cheek, spread them and practically rammed her head straight in. Aria kissed her pucker and quickly turned downward to kiss her clit, deliberately dragging her small nose down the lips of the extremely wet cleft. It was so puffy and big! Mel had not mentioned using the songs for ass and vagina enhancements before the breast song. Aria dug and rolled her entire face in the big needy mound, enjoying taste, smell, and feel of its lushness. Mel shrieked in pleasure, unable to think let alone speak understandable words. Gasps and grunts were the only thing she could do, even her breasts quivered and quaked with pleasure through their huge mass, because this position rubbed her nipples against the floor! Beads of sweat trailed down then huge fleshy masses of fat. She was at Aria's complete and total mercy, Mel was anchored in place by her tits and forced into a bent over position leaving her rump at a very opportune angle. Her nipples defied gravity, pushing back against her breasts causing her to start hyperventilating, as Mel knew they had waited out another echoed performance.
Mel felt the radiating pressure and heat within each, stretching more oversensitive nerves out as they swam in her mass. "So fat...so...fucking fat! Bloating, swelling...filling! So full, so hornyyyyyaaah! So m-much boob!!"
Spritzing Aria with hot pussy juice, Mel's legs completely buckled, falling back onto her. Aria grabbed one meaty thigh with her hand to brace Mel but used her face and head to take the rest of the weight, as her other hand was already buzzing back and forth over her own snatch at the pace of a hummingbirds wings. As Aria got closer and closer to exploding she involuntarily stiffened and stood up a bit more and more, which rolled Mel more and more on top of her huge growing hills. Mel kneaded her tit flesh aggressively, pushing into the soft surfaces as far as her strength and their elasticity would allow. Both girls hit orgasm together, though this was technically Mel's third or fourth of the day. Aria completely collapsed down onto the floor, her muscles twitching on their own. Mel's ass landed down on her back and Mel's own face rolled onto her cleavage to rest. She wanted to go to sleep there, in a valley of her own cleavage so badly, but as her now clearer thoughts gathered, so did her fear.
Her breasts were almost the size of a small car! Another spurt of growth and no one was getting the door open, from inside or out- her tits would be sealing it shut, trapping them inside! Mel got up and stood behind her breasts telling Aria to go get to the harps. Mel wasn't moving at all so Aria was the only hope, and had to find the hidden chamber by Mel's instruction alone. Suddenly Mel was glad she left the front door wide open. If Aria didn't find the harps in time who knows when Mel would stop growing! Hell, it was a magical sound, for all anyone knew it would just keep going forever. Aria took out Mel's cell phone for her and gave it to her so they could talk from the chamber, so Aria will know if it worked or not. Knowing they were running out of time the hapless Mel shooed Aria off to get to the harp. Aria was going commando now, her panties were too soaked and would slow her down now when she needed to be her fastest. Her heart was still racing from seeing her crush growing milk tanks the size of a vehicle, so she moved extremely fast even in spite of her legs feeling a bit rubbery still.
There was thankfully no traffic since everyone was still at work or school. By the time the small girl got a quarter of the way there Mel grew again. The door to the bathroom was now unopenable, so at least she wasn't going to be discovered. Because of the softness of the breast you might get the door open about a foot before the breast slammed it closed again. Mel was fully standing and her breasts were on level with her collar bone while being fully rested on the floor at the same time. The first sink in the row was pressed against her, and the stall doors smushed against the other side. She could feel the coolness of the far wall on the tips of her nipples. She had a good amount of open space behind her luckily, and hoped she could hold out. By the time Aria was three quarters of the way there, Mel grew. Her breasts pressed into the far wall, smushed into the corners and staggered her back twice, rippling violently. The tops were now well over her head- all she could see is a wall of flesh. She nervously smiled, joking to herself that at least she hadn't played the vaginal growth song loudest or this would be a lot messier. She didn't bring it up with Aria before she sent her off, but Aria was in a lot of danger too. She only had to climb halfway up the mountain, but she had to scale the ruinous aftermath of the landslide- over very unstable ground. If Aria wasn't careful she could fall or be crushed and doom them both. Mel's glasses were all fogged up, the heat buildup from her huge boobs were turning the bathroom into a sauna! By the time Aria made it cautiously to the top of the land slide and could see the holes in the ground leading into the chamber, Mel grew yet again. She had to quickly shuffle her feet to stay ahead of the expanding wall of boobs- they were way bigger than she was so she couldn't even attempt to resist them, they would flatten her. She passed sinks and stalls and could feel her soft, sweaty skin pushing and squeezing into every crack and crevice along the way. She was starting to bend the cheap roofing upward from lack of space. Would she smash through into the floor above, or get slammed against a wall and suffocate in her own skin first? In desperation she whispered to her breasts to stop, to calm down. Praying her nipples didn't give in to another magical chord. The muscles in her chest tightened in anticipation of another and possibly last growth, her time was up.
But her phone rang, instead of the growth. Aria made it to the chamber and replaced the echo with harmless sound. Mel directed her on how to use it and what spells to direct at her, embarrassingly having to confess to using the ass and vagina ones as well. Aria used the opposing spells copying the exact methods used by Mel and her titanic breasts jiggled and tightened their way down to her old size one step at a time- Aria had to repeat the song to speed it up, rather than wait for the echo. Mel stopped her when she was down to about a D cup, she liked her old size and would rather be an inch or two more than accidentally be too small. Having her girls grow up huge gave her an appreciation for huge jugs, but an understanding of their limits as well. When they were done, Aria used the shape of earth spell to seal both the crack and door, and teleported herself out and to Mel's side, leaving the chamber of the harps once again sealed off from the outside world. If they really wanted, they knew where to dig.
Mel was able to use her hoodie to get home afterward, since her shirt was annihilated. The floor, walls, and roof in the bathroom all had round depressions in them and many cracks- she nearly outgrew an entire room. Mel wasn't interested in dating Aria, but they did become close friends...with benefits. Mel swore she would never open that chamber or speak of it to anyone, and when people asked about what happened the day before she pretended to not know what they were talking about. Many people thought she was a weirdo after that but it could be worse. Knowing Aria absolutely loved that situation, Mel made it very clear right away that Aria was forbidden from using the harps against her- and liking Mel as much as she did, Aria wasn't going to betray her. Of course...Mel never told her not to use the harp, just to not use it on HER. |
A Lesson Of Intent
To avoid having more eyerolls than thought put into this, I am going to have to explain a few things. I came to deliver a warning, but like a stranger running up to you and yammering warnings at random- without explaining myself first, the warning will fall on deaf ears. There are those who legitimately believe in magical forces out there even in this day and age, or at least those who still open their mind to its possibility. For those people, I have cut this in two. If you believe yourself sufficiently knowledgeable on the occult already or at least open to its possibilities- feel free to skip to 'Of Intent'. I would be surprised if the majority did, however. For the rest of you, allow me to explain why you should believe a single word I say.
~A Lesson
I have seen many stories of occult happenings, and more recently in video games. Most would roll their eyes at the former, and guffaw at the later. While I do not doubt for a moment that the vast majority of these are fictional- that isn't to say they all are, and I can for a fact confirm several. Yes hyper-realistic gore in a game is ludicrous. Yes, if ghosts did exist, a game would seem a very unlikely place for it to bind itself back to the mortal plane. But what you can see and what is actually there are not always the same thing. The 3DS is a strong example of this...the very system itself is built on an optical illusion. I assure you the only thing about it that is in the third dimension is the system itself, but that isn't what you see when you look at its screen. Is a ghost haunting it, or haunting THROUGH it? If the glitches, blood, and whatnot are not generated from the games own programming but from an outside source, why then should they be restricted by the same logic?
Then we have disbelief on a grander scale- at the very existence of said spooks and spells. You must realize that the human body has five senses, that it evolved over thousands of years to perpetuate its existence. Magic does not occur often, why then would humans have evolved a sense of magic? Theoretically we could be looking at something magical or ghastly right now but if our brains cannot make heads or tails of it, the information the brain receives of that things existence will more than likely be disregarded. That doesn't prove anything- I know. But it means that you can't disprove magic any better than I can prove it...and is it not considered wiser to err on the side of caution when venturing into the unknown?
What little proof I can provide, without a doubt is your very dreams, as it is something we all must have experienced whether we remember them fully or not. You see no matter how fantastical a story is, or something spawned purely of imagination- it has to have come from somewhere. A person who was born blind cannot imagine colour. We thought of magic, so it has to have at least a remote foundation from something that IS real. For this I refer to dreams, which are quite fantastical, but often filled with familiar things. Our minds require to dream to sort out its thoughts and memories. Our minds disregard irrelevant information, or things it simply cannot comprehend but it may still register these occurrences. Perhaps then, our dreams are not so fantastical. Perhaps our dreams are closer to what reality truly is...and not what our senses have made it out to be. Through dreams, or various means of warping one's normal senses in the waking world we could have technically learned of magic, even if it is otherwise intangible to us. It may sound ridiculous when simplified, but do not close your mind to the concept of magic and the occult. At the very least it is just as likely to exist as it is to not.
~Of Intent
Well if you made it this far you hopefully do not think me to be a rambling fool. Now that I know you are both reading and considering my words, I can deliver my warning. It does not happen to many people, but it does happen- these occult occurrences. Technically they can happen with anything but the ones I have come to warn you of are specifically 3DS related. Yes, not something you would think a witch or warlock to be casting from, is it? But the object in question doesn't matter so much, whoever has been doing this simply chose that device of the many things they possessed. You see the object can be anything, and even the occult words are not so important. Think of a mortar and pestle...you need them to mix or crush foods or medicines, but ultimately you could bang two rocks together and produce the same effect. A drunk could spew gibberish and just-so-happen to speak some occult words but they won't do anything on their own. They need power.
The power needed does not reside in your 3DS but your body- the electrical impulses your brain operates your entire existence on. Your intent gives it shape, and that is the 'meat' of the spells. Whoever has been reaching out to people through the 3DS has very ill intent, I can tell you this. It is not focused on any one person, so when the death of one does not sate it, it simply finds another. It does not start as much, so you have to pay close attention. Sometimes a name will become altered, sometimes just regular glitches within games. It gets worse very quickly, it only starts small so he can test you. If this happens you would have to discard the 3DS entirely...or, die, but who is going to knowingly take that option. A 3DS might be a bit pricy but you can't play anything if your dead. Sure you haven't heard anything from police about unusual deaths or murders, but how many people die on Earth every day? The police do not know what to look for in these cases, they do not know of or believe occult things can even exist, making it effectively untraceable. If it starts to happen, get rid of your 3DS. Not the games, the system.
Tossing your system out the window isn't exactly your ideal scenario though, is it? They say an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure, so lets fight fire with fire. We know the killer uses occult spells to kill through the 3DS, I have seen this happen several times already unfortunately. I still hear their screams...not even audible. They started out audible but the bulk of the sound was...mental. Like you could feel the emotion behind their cry even after the actual sound went dead...among other things. If you do not own a 3DS, well, your safe from this particular killer. Otherwise I will tell you how to ward them off, break any connection they may have gotten on your system.
Place your hands firmly on the system- it does not matter where. Speak the words 'Nocumalah fawell lok innar doen'. Your pronunciation does not have to be exact...or even good. As long as it is similar you should be fine. What is truly important is your intent. Do you want to live? Do you want to keep your 3DS? Well, then you want this person out, and that intent is what this spell etches into your system.
There, that was not too difficult or time consuming now was it? No sparks or flickering lights. Like I said, magic is a largely intangible thing normally, so actually perceiving it openly would be a rare thing indeed. I am not going to kid myself, the vast majority of you did nothing. Either you do not believe me, or simply do not think you would be targeted...well, good for you I suppose. To the ones who did follow along...sorry. I would tell you a demon is going to come through your 3DS but...what does that even mean? What is a demon really. Is it that shadow in your psyche everyone keeps to push hate and sorrow into? Eventually if left untended, those shadows tend to grow teeth and claws of their own. Or is a demon simply a title given to a man through actions that are no longer deemed humane? I suppose...I am a bit of both. I have seen several die already, and intend to see several more yet.
That is what society wanted me to do, I would hate to disappoint the masses- they outnumber me after all...for now. I cannot remember the exact reason I started killing people, but I remember learning many things back then. I learned that being quiet and trying to do your own thing is bad- that is a sign of weakness. So strong and repugnant people are more desirable. I did not have physical strength...so I showed them a different kind of power. The second one...should not have died. She was...she just seen too much. She was going to tell on me and I could not have that. I killed her to save myself, self preservation! That is the law of nature, so killing her, is abiding by the law! I also learned that deviations from the norm are grounds for insult, ridicule, and possibly physical abuse. To avoid that I adapted myself to a more normal life that I now go by. I had already killed several people, so I figured that was my normal. So I continue to kill, because it's what is normal for me. It's what society wants...right?! I do still hear their screams, even now. I am glad I recorded them, to listen to every night before bed.
I am sorry, I lied about my intent! Oh, but do not be too worried, I did not lie about the ward- you did indeed place an occult warding on your 3DS. You see, I am...or was human...I think I still am. Anyway, I know it is unpleasant to die, so I will not strip you of your ability to avoid it. Those I still get can be considered non-believers, and in that I have a more sound reason to end their lives. Ignorance, stubbornness...well I suppose I don't need too many reasons- I don't plan on having to explain myself to anyone anytime soon. Ironically that ward is how I find them. I know what a 3DS is, and I know what it looks like. I know what the host spoke to activate the ward, and I know what their intent was. By casting it you have placed a blip on my 'radar'. So what this all boils down to I suppose, is a competition between you and me. So, whose intent is stronger? Yours to place the ward at the time, or mine to kill you? I'll see you later. |
With another one down, the number of nights he’d spent without sleep had officially become high enough that both his hands weren’t enough to count them all. For the past two weeks, he had been subsisting on a steady diet of caffeine and whatever happened to have a high enough sugar content to keep him going, even if it started to take its toll on his body after just a couple of days. With the number of reported incidents climbing ever higher and the police department unable to do anything to stop them, it fell on the barely-funded IT department to scrounge up some of their old manuals and go to war with whatever second-hand equipment the station happened to have on hand. Not Shu, though; he actually had standards. While the rest of his coworkers were happy to waste time and money using materials and resources they knew wouldn’t get them anywhere, he requested he be allowed to work from home (after a few months of futilely trying to stop someone who clearly had access to better resources), using his own custom rig with a secure connection to their workplace’s private network. It needed some jury rigging, not to mention a lot of convincing that he wasn’t poking holes into their security systems, but after a long-winded speech about justice and dedication to the cause, the young officer was allowed an extended leave until such a point as their prime suspect was caught. For several months by that point, the city had been terrorized by the actions of someone (or several someones) calling themselves “Deus”; a haughty nickname for an equally arrogant individual(s), whose laundry list of cybercrimes ran so long that some of Shu’s colleagues joked about stack overflow issues whenever they tried to bring up their record. It was their way of making light of the situation after it kept turning grimmer with each passing day; what had started as small-scale DDoS attacks on local library servers had become semi-constant attempts at breaching bank networks and screwing with police records. Without a stated goal, it was difficult to tell where this person or persons would attack next; all everyone knew was that they’d leave their name behind, plastered all over the database or webpage, if there was one. Deus. The name was burned into Shu’s retinas from how often he forced himself to look at it, trying to find a clue in those four letters. Everyone else assumed it was just a statement of superiority; “I am your god,” he was saying, every time he broke through several layers of expensive defences only to deface whatever was behind and then leave. This was what was perplexing about the cybercriminal’s actions; though they could do a lot of damage, they always seemed to stop short of anything truly major. A few deleted files here, maybe a few hundred dollars, when they could do so much more; many deduced it was just for show, and that this “Deus” was
probably some bored software engineer trying to play hacker in order to spruce up their boring life. But Shu knew better. Or at least he thought he did. Certainly would be weird if he compiled 500 pages of material on Deus only for it to turn out to be a dead end. He was convinced that this “person” was actually a group working in unison. It was the only explanation for how they seemed to be able to strike at so many different targets with wildly different methods of data encryption in such short intervals, as well as the use of a self-aggrandizing title meant to invoke a singular, all-powerful entity. It was all a ruse, he was sure of it… and he was going to prove it. Unfortunately, he wasn’t having a lot of luck getting any progress done, though that was mostly due to his coworker’s utter ineptitude and apathy; he had to run things through so many layers of pointless bureaucracy that he figured most of his time “on the clock” was actually spent waiting for other people to give him the go-ahead to do what was necessary. In the meantime, he tried to find as much about this (or these) “Deus” as he could afford without risking his own security; people of their ilk didn’t tend to congregate in places that were very outsider-friendly, and that was his personal rig he was using. Cost him a decent chunk of change and was dear enough to his heart that he’d rather lose his car over it. Still, two weeks spent working every waking hour, occasionally taking a break for coffee or a sweet, and eleven sleepless nights without anything resembling a breakthrough. With the sunrise visible through his window, Shu was just about ready to give up and head to bed so he could wake up three hours after lunch feeling like he hadn’t eaten in a month… until one of his many open tabs popped up with a (1). … his personal email? He got all excited for nothing; it was probably just another communiqué from work, and with his luck, it wouldn’t even be anything relevant to catching Deus. Still, if they sent anything at that ungodly hour, it ought to be important, so he forced himself to swallow whatever they were about to feed him and switched to the updated tab. That’s when he saw it. “&&%”!#(“ - How goes your hunting, Shu?” His name in the subject was bad enough, but the sender being listed as a series of nonsense symbols made him shiver in dread; far as he knew, no one had come up with a way to use junk data as their email address, much less something that obviously tampered. Considering his
circumstances, the number of people who would address him like that and had the skillset required to mask their identity in such a manner was… limited, to say the least. It was beyond likely that this was Deus, somehow having gotten hold of their personal email; not exactly that big a feat, though, considering what they usually got up to. The question then became if he wanted to open that thing. Or rather, he obviously shouldn’t; every instinct in him, as well as just common knowledge, told him that doing so was both incredibly reckless and potentially dangerous, leading anywhere from severe malware infection to an outright system shutdown. But after two whole weeks of tireless work, and months more of coordinating with his coworkers to track down someone who refused to be found, there was very little common sense left in Shu’s mind; all he saw was the potential to make a big discovery, to hold it close to his heart while he followed it through to a grand reveal. It’d be like the movies, except far more boring and probably filled with several tons more waiting for things to run their course… but it still counted! His mouse cursor hovered over the subject line. How did his hunting go? Very poorly, obviously, but apparently not so poorly that Deus didn’t notice. Surely, at some point, he must’ve tripped on something marginally important, even if he didn’t notice; if only he knew what it was, he could probably start working on it without taking the risk. But absent any kind of lead, and his desperation being what it was, he failed to resist. Surprisingly, nothing happened beyond the email opening. No .exe file cleverly hidden inside, no attempts at hijacking or popups, no links to anything; just a simple message in plaintext, with the garbled “From:” header visible above it. “Look behind you.” Shu scoffed, daring to laugh out loud at such an idiotic command. Deus tracked down his email address to try and scare him using the cheapest tactic possible? It was almost insulting, but at least he could find some humor in it; maybe that was the point, to let him know that Deus, whoever they were, considered him so far beneath their concern that this is what they gave him. Shaking his head at the nonsensical message, Shu got up from his chair and stretched his arms out, eager to get some sleep in before it got too bright. Unfortunately for him, he only got through a couple of steps before everything around him went dark; he got a glimpse of something that looked like a massive door before it rushed over him, covering his room in a blanket of shadows and blotting out the sunlight coming from the outside. It was enough to make him jump backwards, only to then realize his desk and computer were gone; turning in his spot, Shu yelped as he saw nothing but blackness all around him, stretching as far as he could… see?
He could still see his own body, despite the lack of any obvious light, and he was still standing on a solid surface; but where was he? Rather than an answer, what he got in return for that thought was the appearance of a set of parallel lines running from the infinite distance in front of him all the way to the other side of the inky, black nothingness, rapidly followed by a set of perpendicular ones creating a square grid on the “ground”. They were dull green, and appeared to emanate a soft glow, just enough that Shu could make out the outline of vast structures out in the distance. It felt and looked like a scene out of some cheap Matrix knock-off, if only it weren’t actually happening to him for real; Shu was starting to think he might’ve made a major misstep actually looking backwards, because whatever happened, he was sure it was Deus’ doing. “Hello?!” he shouted, voice echoing in the distance, “Hellooooo?!” No one answered but himself, but at least he knew there was air there for his voice to travel. Little victories, all stacked on one another when he started moving and saw the “ground” was solid enough to travel on. He walked for hours in whatever random direction his feet took him, never seeming to grow tired or thirsty, even if he’d been an absolute wreck before entering this odd dreamscape. He still wasn’t quite sure he hadn’t just collapsed from exhaustion and was experiencing a particularly vivid dream, perhaps even a lucid one; but as every attempt to wake himself up failed, even the classic pinching trick, he began wondering if it wasn’t actually all happening. Had he been teleported with some unknown kind of technology? Could it be that this was how Deus struck at so many places at one? Maybe they just beamed in and hacked into a secure terminal while everyone else thought they were doing it from the outside…? … nah, too stupid. Someone would’ve noticed the obvious discrepancies. But that still didn’t answer the question of where in blazes that place was. It looked like your stereotypical “digital world”, complete with enormous city skylines painting the horizon, never getting closer regardless of how much he walked. Maybe he’d worked hard enough that he transcended physicality and became a computer program himself; that’d be an absolute laugh once he found himself a way to enter the police station’s network. But as much as he chuckled, chortled, laughed and then loudly cried, nothing happened. He could very well have been in there for days and he wouldn’t have noticed; without a day-night cycle or his bodily needs, it was hard to keep track of time, not helped by how distance travelled didn’t really impact what he saw around him. The cities were still there in the distance, just as far
away as they’d always been, and the grid remained identical regardless of where he stood. He was about to just give up completely, right at the brink of utter insanity, when he heard someone’s voice coming from behind him, loud enough that he tripped and fell flat on his front. This didn’t hurt, somehow, though he did still feel the impact; a curious phenomena, and one he could only wish he had time to study. “So Shu,” Deus spoke, “how goes your hunting?” It was so unexpected that Shu had no real response to it, apart from looking behind him as quickly as he physically could in order to locate the source of the sound. He had expected to see a group of people or, failing that, just one slightly-imposing individual; but what was actually staring him down defied his ability to even begin to describe it. He supposed it could be likened to a cloud, of sorts, albeit one that lacked any kind of real physicality. It was like looking at a series of geometric shapes that insisted on shifting in and out of existence without much care for rhyme or reason, which just happened to take place in what he could describe as a single spot. It made his head hurt just looking at it, and Shu was certain that whatever it was, he didn’t have the senses required to truly appreciate what the creature happened to be. As it spoke, it at least appeared to grow brightly, in sync with the words he was hearing, though again, the kidnapped cyber-officer was more than certain it was just his mind grasping at straws trying to come up with a way to rationalise whatever the hell he was seeing. Apart from the fact that it was, in all apparent likelihood, the true identity of Deus. “You look surprised,” the thing spoke up, seeming to grow and shrink with each syllable, its ‘voice’ oddly comforting and lacking in any kind of echo, “were you expecting something else?” Shu wanted to reply; he felt as if agreeing to that statement wouldn’t be near enough to convey the amount of surprise he was experiencing at that exact moment. To say he was expecting something else was equivalent to declaring water to be wet; there were very few people who could’ve ever foreseen Deus to be some sort of weird techno-energy being thing that defied all conventional logic, and he certainly wasn’t one of them. Then again, it was entirely possible that this Deus was playing with him and being a sarcastic twit; without a face or any identifiable tone of voice, it was all-but impossible to make an accurate deduction as to what that thing was thinking or how it intended its message to be understood. Nonetheless, Shu managed to scramble onto his feet and put up a brave front, straightening his back and trying to look as dignified as he could get while wearing a set of old, dirty clothes.
If Deus was impressed by his attempt at appearing brave, nothing in its mathematical shape seemed to indicate it. “Do you know why I have called you here, Shu?” the entity spoke up, moving close enough that the cyber-officer could make out the faintest of mists hanging in the air within all the vanishing symbols, “Why I have permitted your entry into my domain?” “Because you’re impressed by how well I was keeping track of you?” In reality, Shu didn’t feel nearly as confident as his tone and word choice suggested, but when confronted with some sort of eldritch information hazard, there were very few choices beyond trying to put up a brave front in order to convince yourself you weren’t going to die horribly. And for a brief moment, it felt as if it worked, with the “cloud” of data inching backwards and growing dimmer before its glow returned to normal; Shu chose to believe that meant he had successfully dazed them with his reply, even if it barely had any lasting effect. “That proposition = laughable” - the cyber-officer didn’t know how he heard the equal symbol, but he had. That fact alone made him feel uneasy, and it only solidified his belief that he had somehow gotten under that thing’s skin - “do not waste my time with such inane trivialities. I have brought you here for the simple reason that you are important to me, Shu. You and your ability to work within the ranks of a certain task force whose assignment = capture me.” Was that thing suggesting that he turn sides? He knew Deus was full of him… itself? Itself, but to expect him to turn his back on the police force and his mission statement? They must truly be utterly mad if they thought such a thing was even remotely possible. “I sense you do not believe me capable of changing your mind,” Deus sighed, seriously worrying Shu over the possibility that it might be able to read his thoughts, “but once again, you misunderstand. I have no intention of simply convincing you; you have demonstrated an unwavering commitment to your understanding of the law, and will not be dissuaded from pursuing your investigation. This makes any attempt at logical reasoning = pointless.” “No amount of logical reasoning would turn me into a criminal, Deus,” Shu proudly declared, folding his arms thinking it’d make him look cool and imposing, but only succeeding in drawing a long sigh out of the creature. “A criminal? I have seen many things that would make you reconsider your definition of what a true criminal is, Shu” - the cloud moved closer still, menacing him with its imposing presence - “some of which might surprise you as to where they were retrieved from. Your
supervisor has many a secret they wish would never be revealed; your colleagues even more still. And yet, the only person I have never succeeded in extracting or acquiring vitally critical information out of…” Deus loomed closer still, practically enveloping Shu in its cloudy form, filling the air with a crackle of electricity that made the officer’s hairs stand on end. “... is you, Shu.” It was obvious, but the way the message was delivered made the young officer shiver in barely-hidden fear, taking a couple of steps back to try and get away from the overbearing presence of that monstrous cloud of data. “S-so what, because you can’t bribe me, you’re gonna kill me, is that it?!” he shouted, daring to put his fists up like they’d do anything. “Were you not listening, you mindless pawn? You are important to my plans. I need you alive,” Deus responded, still with the same degree of calmness and composure as ever, “alive, but not as you are.” Suddenly, a series of images appeared around them; though they were displayed like holograms, they had a solid white background, making them appear to be simple image files being brought for him to see. Considering he was probably in some kind of nightmarish datascape (or dead), it made an uncomfortable amount of sense. The pictures themselves were all of the same nature: they depicted what appeared to be creatures that were vaguely humanoid in shape, though obviously based on some kind of animal or animalistic design. Curiously, they all seemed to be female, and very obviously so; they were all drawn in extremely provocative poses, and universally possessed proportions that made them, at their least, conventionally attractive. Though Shu had never quite been attracted by that sort of artwork before, he couldn’t deny that some of the pieces were exceptionally arousing, and he found his cheeks growing hotter by the moment the longer he kept looking at those things. Then, as if picking up on the signals his body was producing, Deus picked a single image out of the lot and erased all of the others, “floating” the selected one so close to Shu that the officer instinctively raised his arms to shield himself from the impact. But the seemingly-solid slab of lurid artwork stopped just short of actually hitting him, instead remaining right where it needed to be for him to be unable not to look at it.
It depicted what appeared to be some kind of fox-like creature, mostly yellow in colour but with some splashes of white and black on their fur and a pair of inexplicably purple gloves adorned with the ying-yang symbol. They walked on two digitigrade legs, and were possessed of curves that would make any lesser man turn their head if they saw them walking down the street; Shu being Shu, this naturally meant he was immediately attracted to the display, even if he had to reconcile it with the fact that it was clearly not human… even if he had the impression he’d seen it before. “Impressive, is it not?” Deus queried, deleting the image and taking its place, “I have been working on perfecting my models, both literal and figurative, over the course of my interaction with your world. I have been unable to locate suitable test candidates, as you no doubt have seen. All have succumbed to the same carnal lust so typical of your species, unable to handle a new, glorious data body. I believe you to be an adequate candidate for my program, and would like to enlist your aid for that end.” Still reeling from exposure to the lewd artwork, it took Shu a few moments to process what he had just heard, and even then he wasn’t sure if he had done so. Was Deus honestly suggesting he volunteer to be transformed into some kind of half-man half-animal beast… with that kind of body? There were very few reasons why an information being would want to do such a thing, none of them particularly good and not a single one possessed of the slightest amount of sense. Did things like Deus even experience sexual gratification? Would they have need for companionship, even? “I’m not turning into your pet, if that’s what you’re asking,” he replied, not half as boldly as he wanted to. “While interesting, such a proposition = pointless. I have no need for pets or creatures to hold my attention when I have so many things that require it at any given point” - the boast was clear, and yet delivered so subtly that it almost passed by Shu’s attention. The thing was probably talking about all the security breaches that had been keeping him busy for months - “no, Shu, what I require is someone who can enact my will in manners that I am incapable of. Despite my immense power, I am still a being whose inherent nature forbids its direct interaction with your material world. Very few times am I able to do something such as this… and as such, I intend to make good use of it.” “What if I refuse?” “Your refusal = irrelevant.”
Unsurprising, but still worrying. Shu had no idea how long he’d been there, nor how he got in, much less how to escape now that he had Deus’ attention. He wasn’t even convinced he was still alive; for all he knew, this was just some convoluted afterlife scheme meant to make him repay for his sins or something of the sort. All he truly knew was that he was out of options, and regardless of whether or not he liked it, he would have to listen to what that creature had to say to him. “I am pleased to see that you have come to understand your position,” Deus guessed his thoughts again, “and as such, I will be commencing the transformation. Please ensure that you do not scream too loudly during the process, as it has been known to damage lung tissue.” Shu didn’t even have time to ask if it was going to be painful before the cloud disappeared, leaving behind a fine mist that was quick to envelop him and force itself into his nostrils and mouth. It was surprisingly dense, not unlike breathing in smoke, but clogged up his airways so much that he couldn’t even cough to try and get it out. Shu fell to his knees, holding onto his chest as he gasped for breath, helplessly thrashing around trying to call for help that would never come. In that moment, he was sure he was going to faint, only to wake up to the kind of pain one can only ever imagine in their worst nightmares. But he was soon proven wrong, and in the absolute best way possible. His bone structure was the first to go, having to be remodelled to fit the new body he was about to be blessed with. It should, by all means, have been unbearable; he could feel his entire skeleton twisting and shifting, reshaping itself to fit the demands of his new form. His legs lengthened at the same pace as his feet’s internal structure was bent to support digitigrade feet, while his torso shrunk and hips widened to fit the female aesthetic he was to be given. His head bore the most drastic change, however, with two bone spurs protruding from its front, creating an animalistic muzzle whose mouth was lined by surprisingly sharp teeth. All of this and more was only the first step, as Shu would end up turning into some kind of weird, flesh-coloured mutant that just vaguely resembled the creature in the picture. The covering needed to come next. With a not-unpleasant warmth spreading throughout him, the young cyber-officer saw his body begin to sprout fur; it was thin and short, but incredibly dense, completely covering every inch of him in a dazzling golden colour that, much to his consternation, he actually enjoyed seeing. In fact, he was enjoying the entire transformation perhaps a bit more than it warranted; without even realizing it, Shu had brought a hand between his legs, only to be surprised when not finding the usual waiting for him at full mast. Moving his head was still too difficult with the new additions to it, and with his fingers beginning to fatten up and grow longer, even going by tactile sensation proved to be a challenge… but his cock was definitely gone, and so were the two orbs beneath it, replaced with what initially appeared to be velvety-smooth fur.
Then again, Shu had seen and heard enough to know just what kind of sexual apparatus he was sporting, even if he couldn’t pleasure it like it painfully demanded. The whole shapeshifting business had left him in a state of paradoxical frustration, whereby it felt absolutely heavenly, and yet it always fell short of hitting the right spot, leaving Shu wanting for more and loudly begging for Deus to relinquish his hold on him and let him go… or let him cum, whichever was fastest and ended his torture the best. Unfortunately for him, the data creature was nowhere to be seen, leaving him to writhe around on the cyber-floor while the rest of him was turned into the perfect model for Deus to play around with. The golden fur spread through his skin, covering him from head to toe and sprouting particularly thick around his neck and upper torso, creating a pillow of fuzz that tickled his muzzle when he shoved his face into it; he had hoped it would give him some measure of release, a way out of the torture if it was as welcoming as it looked. But despite its nearly-impossible softness and inviting texture, all it did was remind him that he was thoroughly loving every second of his change, and yet was unable to act on it after his body simply grew out of his control. When the fur spread all over him and the patterns were designed to match the ones on the picture, he was given time to rest. The heat and pressure faded and the mist escaped from within him with each breath, until it coalesced into a single cloud that hung above him, watching with what Shu assumed was curiosity sprinkled with depraved enjoyment. The sight of geometric symbols through his half-lidded eyes revealed to him that it was, indeed, Deus that had invaded his body, giving him yet another reason to get up and demand satisfaction; sadly, he was too far gone to do anything else but moan and beg for “master Deus” to finish what he started, something that made the data cloud shimmer and glow with renewed intensity. “This is a good start,” the thing spoke, perusing through its gallery again, “but you are still much too… yourself. Take away the fur and paws and it is still Shu. More work = required.” Shu didn’t have the heart nor will to say anything to that; hell, he actually spread his legs out and was about ready to loudly demand that something fill him before Deus poofed into thin mist and invaded his body again. At least the data-creature was thoughtful enough not to just force itself down his throat and nostrils that time; a few tendrils wrapped around his legs and invaded his innermost nethers, confirming his suspicions that his package had been replaced with an inordinately needy slit when his back was lit with jolts of electricity. Nearly cracking it in half from how hard he arched it, nothing was left but to enjoy the ride and see how long it lasted; either he’d see the transformation through to the end or pass out mid-way, and frankly, either was perfectly fine by him.
But no more radical alterations to their body structure were enacted, or in fact needed; even if they couldn’t appreciate it, being too busy gasping for breath and trying not to pass out, their frame had been altered to perfectly mirror that of the female creature in the reference picture, albeit one without the accentuated curves or feminine attributes. If Shu were still in possession of their mental faculties, they probably could’ve deduced where their transformation would go next, but as it stood, it came as a complete surprise, albeit a very welcome one. It began in their chest, where the by-now familiar warmth began to rise and coil up, the pressure building until their ribcage felt like it was trying to push into the outside. Despite this, they didn’t feel like their chest was about to burst as much as it was looking like it just wanted to make some extra room; this would soon prove to be completely true when they brought their hands to their chest, what with being slightly incapable of bringing themselves to open their eyes, and felt two bumps appear where their pectoral muscles used to be. These bumps billowed out into their hands, filling their palms and then a little bit more, the warmth spreading inside of the growing orbs until Shu found him(?)self groping at a perky set of breasts, thinking to himself how wonderful it was to finally be able to feel something like that. They never imagined their first experience would be with himself, and probably would’ve found the whole thing appalling beforehand, but now? Now they just wanted more. The growth continued until Shu’s bosom was of a significant enough size that they could consider themselves to be truly stacked, heavy enough that they could feel them hanging from their chest, definitely full and dense; probably not filled with anything but fatty tissue, but still several leagues past enjoyable to be quite honest. It was only a chance motion down their torso that revealed to Shu what was next on Deus’ list. Their body had never been anything remotely close to toned or athletic, made flabby and pudgy from years of working behind a desk and studying so they wouldn’t need to do any major moving to get a paycheck at the end of the month. But what their fingers felt was not their old belly, but something flat, something fit… and the more they explored, something that definitely felt like well-defined abs. There was no mistake, Deus seemed to like them strong and muscular, because even Shu’s freshly-hewn fingers could feel how rock-hard those things were. It made for a delightful contrast with her bosom: heavy and squishy up above, light and tough just beneath. Shu could actually feel the fat being drained out of him, or burned or… whatever it was. Their entire body was shrinking all around him, the pounds seemingly evaporating into thin air, only to be replaced
with an athletic build that would’ve made them jealous if they happened to see it in anyone else. Despite everything that had happened, Deus was somehow making Shu reach their own size goals, and the cyber-officer… actually did like it. They wanted to say they didn’t, wanted to believe they were being forced to do something they didn’t want, but the truth was, the more radically altered they were, the more they enjoyed turning into the data-creature’s object of desire. Shu almost didn’t mind that they’d never be able to set foot outside of their house again, if they were even returned to the physical world; with a body like that, they could entertain themselves exploring their own contours until they grew tired and bored. If that even happened. With the abs finished, it was time for the warmth to move even further down, and for a moment Shu panicked about the possibility that they may have to experience the first female orgasm of their life. But, sadly, such a thing would not come to pass; rather, Deus’ influence worked to widen their thighs and flare out their hips, making sure to keep Shu’s musculature intact. Rather than pudgy, hand-filling flesh, his legs grew powerful and strong, enough that the transformed Shu felt an inexplicable desire to find a cute guy, lock his head between her legs and have him eat her out. In fact, she’d do just that once the transformation was finished; no better way to assert superiority than by domineering some poor, unexpecting boytoy with far more dick than brains. She wanted to feel herself getting filled by a proper cock, rather than whatever the hell Deus was; he was her master, yes, but gods it all felt so… so unfulfilling. Maybe that was the whole point, to remind her that, being her new owner, it was up to Deus to decide when and where she achieved the kind of release her body begged for. And that was perfectly fine. It was her duty as his pet, after all. With the hips and legs done, turned into a powerhouse and making Shu’s slit hunger for even more, the last part that remained was her ass, which ended up being quite anti-climactic. By that point in her transformation, after having experienced so much in such a short time, feeling her cheeks burgeon with extra size just felt like more of the same, yet another piece of evidence for her hypothesis that her pleasure and climax were tied entirely to Deus’ will. But rather than a mewling piece of slutty horniness, she felt in control, or as much in control as one could be when under the thrall of a creature such as the data-beast. At the very least, as soon as the green mist left her body, Shu could get up and appreciate what she had become, licking her lips contentedly and wondering if there was more to come. Sadly, Deus’ cloud body coalesced in front of her again, letting her know that this was, for the time being, as far as her process of change would go.
“You look confident,” the data-thing remarked, glowing brighter than ever, “this is good. Is body = acceptable?” “More than, master~” came Shu’s reply, slightly surprising herself with how much her voice had changed. It was enough to turn her on, and thus she resolved to keep that tone going for as long as she could, “I was reticent at first, but… I see I was wrong in doubting you, Deus~” “I am pleased that you are pleased. However, this is merely the end of the first step. Now, compliance must be assured.” With that cryptic comment, several of the floating shapes comprising Deus’ body detached from it, floating over in front of Shu’s face and then solidifying into a shape that she could only wish wasn’t incredibly familiar to her. She’d seen it dangle from between her legs for years, after all, albeit in a much smaller size. The data construct took on the form of a truly sizable cock, enough that even with their brand new body, Shu doubted they’d be able to take it all without some painful stretching. What followed were several moments of silence, wherein two different Shus fought for control of their one body. The original one, the part of his mind that still clung to his old existence and yearned to leave that hellscape of cyber-data, refused to even consider what Deus clearly wanted them to do; failing to resist the temptation would turn him into a slave, thralled forevermore to the very creature he had sought to defeat. Thus, it was no wonder that he did everything in his power to deny the use of the toy. But the other Shu, the one that had been created from whole cloth under Deus’ careful guidance, had different ideas. Brought into existence by lust, birthed by desire and mindless enjoyment, she didn’t quite like the idea of simply giving up. To go so far, to become such a shining beacon of beauty and power, all in the name of Master Deus, only to turn back around right when he offered them the last piece of the puzzle? Why, it was criminal to waste such an opportunity, especially coming from someone who did so much for them. Of course she’d take that dildo and pleasure herself with it, why wouldn’t she? It was right there, it was clearly what Deus wanted, and therefore it was what Deus would get, simple as that. Rather than a balanced fight, however, the two forces battling for dominance were woefully disproportional; the original Shu was already battered from the uncountable hours (days?) he’d spent travelling the cyber-space, which only compounded onto what the existential exhaustion he’d been experiencing due to two weeks of sleepless nights. The transformation was really only the capstone to the monumental failure that had been his attempts at finding and capturing Deus, all of which had not only been for naught, but entirely misinformed as well. There was no chance
he ever would’ve found the creature if they themselves didn’t want him to, that much he knew; which only meant that all of his efforts had been in vain. It was therefore unsurprising that whatever was left of the original Shu was quick to be smothered by the new-and-improved version of himself… herself. Her eyes glowed with a familiar green light when her fingers edged closer to the toy floating in front of her, the fur-covered paws having gloves materialize over them as their finishing touches. It was amazing what acceptance and surrender could do for one’s body. Up until then, Shu had been having a difficult time feeling anything with those weirdly-shaped fingers of hers, when all it took was simply giving in to what Deus wanted for her mind to attune to the body it had been given. The tactile sensation of that synthetic shaft was overpowering in and of itself, with the Renamon, whose identity was self-evident to her at that time, being able to feel even the smoothest ridges and bulges, all of which were designed to give her the closest possible analogue to being fucked raw by a thick, veiny cock. If anything, she was saddened beyond belief that Deus himself wouldn’t be the one doing it to her; surely he could very easily move that rod around and have it plunge into her depths! But perhaps that was the point; she was already his, but her master couldn’t possibly know it unless she demonstrated that. Of course, that had to be it; it was all just the last step for her to become the true messenger of her new master! Almost instinctively, Shu fell to her knees as softly as she could, even if the cyber-landscape would never dare to hurt her now that she was Deus’ personal property. Without even realizing it, she’d already brought a hand to her nethers, deftly splitting her slit as far as it could go in preparation for the absolutely massive intake it was about to experience. She was drooling from both her mouth and her eager lips below, panting in anticipation and wincing in barely-concealed ecstasy when the tip alone prodded at her body. She knew the damned thing was big, but it was only after trying to push it into her that she came to understand how big it actually was; just the first few inches alone made her feel like her insides were being torn apart and reshaped all over gain, and though her mind urged her to keep pushing, for once her body refused to allow it. Poor Rena needed a moment to rest and recover, trembling all over while sweat poured down her brow from the effort of getting the first tenth of that shaft inside of her; unused to such things as she was, the first ever experience being one of such magnitude required a certain amount of finesse that her scatterbrained self just didn’t possess anymore. But she knew her job was to push herself to her limits. For Deus, for her master, for everything he’d done. So she pushed the synth-toy into her some more, and again, and again, inch by inch until her stomach area was adorned with a bulge the same shape and size as the cock she’d just hilted into herself, stretching her out and promising pleasure unlike anything they could ever have imagined before. Because Deus, as the name implied, was a merciful god, and
on seeing that his newest acquisition had taken so well to their new role, chose to give her exactly what she wanted. Shu’s input was no longer required, as the cock inside of her took on a life of its own, commanded by Deus to act as though it were attached to some endlessly hungry beast several times her size. One of the Rena’s hands shot to her chest immediately, needing to squeeze it as hard as she could; she didn’t know why, but her brain demanded it, and the ensuing electrical jolt made sure that her voice cracked completely from how loudly the whorish moan sounded out. She wanted nothing more than to lie down and take it when the toy began ramming into her in earnest, plapping against her rotund ass with as much gusto as she could handle and then more still; and though sadly lacking in the “bounce” that their natural brethren would have, the synthetic balls underneath were quick to bruise her after the continuous assault on her rump. But to give up and relax herself would be to give Deus a dead lump of meat to play with, and she wasn’t about to do that; no, her ass needed to remain firm and proudly presented, giving her master’s hypothetical hands something to hold onto while he fiercely thrust into her. Her body needed to buck back into the shaft pounding into her, needed to move with the flow and against it at the same time. It was a careful balancing act, and one Shu wasn’t sure she was built for, but she’d be damned if she wasn’t going to try. Without noticing it, one of her hands was guided to her rear, pulled by some invisible force that Shu hoped was her master’s will being imposed onto her. The closer it got to the frantically-thrusting cock, the more the Renamon understood what had to happen; with steely resolve and enough moaning on her lips to make a whorehouse blush in second-hand embarrassment, Shu took control over her own body’s defilement, the phantom force controlling the toy vanishing only to be replaced with the Rena’s powerful arm moving the synthetic shaft with as much strength as it had been controlled with before. Even more so, in fact, as now Shu knew for certain her master trusted her enough to not only pleasure herself, but to do so to her heart’s content. It meant she could finish, that she could climax; it was a gift, she knew, from her master to her, the gift of experiencing the first orgasm of her new form. And she pursued that goal with as much fervent enthusiasm as she did her previous chase for Deus. A fitting trade, all things considered. Minutes alone passed, with the sum total of the events leading up to the threshold being crossed having completely drained the Renamon of any of the stamina her toned body would normally have. With a final push that left the toy completely buried inside of her and stretched her belly out more than ever, Shu collapsed when her line was stepped over and her whole body flinched after it hit her. She’d experienced climax before, of course, but nothing like the tidal wave that slammed into her and then left the ground underneath her slit sopping wet from her
squirting femcum; the Rena’s eyes blanked before rolling upwards, her throat kept from screaming itself hoarse by virtue of already being too scratched to do anything, all while her whole form went limp as some sort of defence mechanism against the overpowering onslaught of endorphins that flooded her brain’s pleasure centers. Left twitching, drooling and leaking, it was up to Deus to snap Shu out of her trance, which he did by unceremoniously dematerializing the cock lodged inside of her body. Even that, however, was not enough to bring her fully back to reality, still needing some time to reboot her overtaxed mind and try to remember what she was supposed to be doing. By the end of it, there was nothing left of the original Shu, tired and scared, replaced entirely by a needy pet whose main motivation was making sure her master’s every wish was fulfilled. “Rise.” The command came and it was obeyed… at least as much as Shu could manage it. Kind of hard to get up on two legs when they were shaking as much as gelatin in a windstorm, let alone with the kind of ardent need she was experiencing at every second of her existence; suddenly having a cock that massive pulled out from her without allowing her body time to recover did a lot of things to her hormones, not a one remotely good. Still, she tried. She looked like she was about to tip over, but she rose. “I am delighted with this state of affairs,” Deus commented, “does this body = acceptable?” Shu wanted to say yes with as much vigour as she could muster; wouldn’t be a lot, but it was the only way the Renamon could possibly hope to let her true feelings be known. To merely say yes would be a disservice to what she was feeling; she needed to shout it at the top of her lungs, exclaim it, proclaim it to the heavens! And yet no words came out of her muzzle, or at least not any that she recognized. In her mind the “yes” had been delivered, but rather than a single vowel, what ended up leaving her mouth was a string of extremely suggestive demands and mewling begging for another filling, followed by Shu calling out for Deus’ name over and over again. Deus’ body shimmered brighter than usual for a moment before settling back into its usual tone, his geometric components rearranging themselves in large circles that spun at an increasingly faster pace. “This is exactly what I expected to hear. You are mine, now and forever… Renamon,” Deus declared.
“Yes, Master~!” was Shu’s only reply, hand slowly migrating between her legs again. “And as my envoy, your sole task will be to return to your world and gather for me the information I require,” the creature continued, its body expanding until a single one of the constituent circles was enough for the Renamon to pass through, “as a creature born of my world, there will be no need for communication devices; my will is your will, my mind your mind. Is this statement = understandable?” “Yes!” Shu enthusiastically yipped back, nodding her head and stepping forward into what was now obviously some sort of portal, “Whatever you want, Master~!” “Good. Step through, Renamon, and you will receive your next assignment soon enough.” The Rena did as instructed, and in an instant found herself back at their old apartment. The sun was still where she had left it, the time on the clock identical; this was good, as it meant the police department wouldn’t have filed a missing person report on her, giving the Renamon ample time to hop onto the bed and begin exploring her body yet again, forever waiting for the orders from Deus to arrive. Her life as her master’s pet had only now begun. |
(F TF SeaWitch)
Mel looked out at the ocean with her ultramarine eyes as the winds blew powerfully. It had been an odd day to put it kindly. Mel was fairly tall but also quite narrow. Her overall form was petite, but her height did not lack due to her impressively long legs. Her hair was raven and straight to her mid back, long bangs that brushed her lashes. She wore a form fitting grey sweater that was too long in the sleeves, which was normally not the sort of thing you wore to the beach but the weather had been unpredictable, so today at least her attire was not too far off point. She wore a loose long black skirt on under that and simple sandals. Her nails painted dark purple and her plush lips around her small mouth done in glossy black lipstick. The sky was filled with dark grey clouds but they were scattered apart and moving quickly. It occasionally rained a few drops and then the next moment was sunny and hot again- the wind was blasting today so the weather could not decide what it wanted to be. The beach was busy for those optimistic about the sunny breaks, and the waters filled with sailboats, windsailors, and surfers catching the sick waves. Not Mel though, she stood at the top of a very tall cliff overlooking everything, to get away from everyone down below. How did she come to be up here, in a place that is supposed to be off-limits to prevent lunatic divers from jumping off it?
Mel does not get out often, and when she does it is under the cover of night. She is pale as a ghost normally from living the night life. She mostly liked to go to real obscure bars to listen to the indie bands trying to make their big break, and she was a wizard of the pool tables. Her friend Celeste invited her to the beach today because she wanted to swim a bit, and several of her friends were hanging out for a small party. It sounded good on paper. Without anyone she knew there, Mel had been rather quiet and Celeste ended up wandering off with her other friends while Mel was lost in the crowd. Everyone else there knew several people, so friends would go off with one another, encounter another friend and go off in another direction, so everyone was scattered and Mel was just left standing there, rather aimless. Things really went south when she tried to hang out at the bachside bar. Some absolute dick named Bruce laughed at her because she was so busy looking around trying to figure out her surroundings that her skirt caught on the edge of the chalk sign at the front door and she almost stumbled onto her face. She didn't mind so much at first, but he continued to loom near her and taunt her about it. Like, really? Do you have nothing better to do? Mel only got one drink down at the bar counter when she heard a handsome guy talking to his friend about having a hard time finding any women that respond to his flirts. Normally Mel would never go out on a limb like this, but she really did feel stranded here and wanted to have some fun so she piped in to Al's conversation. She tried flirting with him a bit but he nervously shot her down! He had just been complaining he couldn't find a girl, and still turned her down! Was it because of her darker style? Did he think she is a goth or something? She grit her teeth. Did he turn her down because she is flat chested? Embarrassed, Mel got up to leave, and if that was not already the final nail in the coffin, some pig named Wayne immediately tried to scoop her up, making sleezy advances on her and following her to the doors. Unlike Mel, his attempts to flirt were much more aggressive, assuming since she was willing to try for a man that she would accept anyone. He even dared grab her arm to stop her from leaving and Mel snapped at that, turning and smacking him across the face. He let go of her quickly enough then, and Mel could feel everyone's eyes on them, and quickly fled.
A young man named Colin climbed up the steep cliff behind Mel to see her glaring at the people down at the beach, one eye closed, and pinching her index and thumb together repeatedly.
"They are so small compared to you! Crushing them all between your fingers, huh?" He chuckled. "Merciless."
She paused before lulling her head to the side to look at him over her brows. "And you are...?"
"Friend of Celeste. She told me to find you."
Mel cocked an eyebrow. "Really? She wanted someone to bring me back to her?"
"Mmm... well I didn't say that. I think it was more like, see how you're doing and report back."
She sighed. Mel questioned Colin being at the party at all, thinking him much younger than he was. They were actually the same age but Colin looked younger than he was. He stood up and offered her a hand, it was hard to talk up there because the wind was blasting them in the ears. When Mel went to stand up she wobbled, her heart rate jumping quickly. Her foot had partially gone to sleep sitting on the rocky ground and because she was so tall but also lean, she did not resist the wind well at all. Before Colin could grab her, she slipped and the wind sent her off the edge! Mel fell down to the ocean below and slammed into the water surface. She missed all the rocks at the bottom of the cliff but still hit the water hard enough to momentarily knock herself out. It was also plenty loud enough for a nearby mermaid to hear. Always sticking close to the beach, the silver scaled mermaid enjoyed beach parties herself later at night, when everyone was too drunk to make a cohesive story about a mermaid joining them. A mermaid's kiss had transformative magic, so it was not exactly given out often, but as it also gave the ability to breath under water, she rushed over to Mel's aid. The silver mermaid kissed the unconscious Mel and watched for her to take a breath and exhale to make sure it worked, before dashing away before Mel woke up and seen her.
Mel woke up with a throat full of water in a panic. She dashed to the surface and coughed up a lot of water, though was confused as to why she still had her breath. Her lungs repulsed the built up water on their own and did not seem at all irritated by it, and she was not short on breath. Mel had to crane her neck back to look up the steep stone cliff she fell off of. It was far too dangerous to dive off of even when you are ready for it- she wasn't at all prepared to leap off. Leaning against the cliff she gathered up and started to ring out the sea water from her hair- her body and clothes had so much water on them it felt like she weighed fifty pounds more than she should. The wind on her water soaked form made her shiver as she walked onto the beach. At least the sand held the heat in from the sunny moments. Mel furrowed her brow as the shivers ran farther down her spine than should have been possible. She felt around and went wide-eyed as she felt her tailbone was much longer than it should be! She had a meaty, stumpy tail! It was only about six inches long but there was definitely a tail hidden under her skirt! She tugged on it a few times hoping maybe a sea cucumber or something had just latched onto her, but no, it was certainly part of her body.
Colin startled the crap out of her when he approached her again, having ran down the cliff to see if she was ok. She was nervous he would notice, even though the tail was hidden under her skirt. He tried to get her to go to the hospital to make sure she didn't have a concussion or serious injury from her fall but she insisted she was fine. Not only did she seem to have survived just fine, but she also did not want to go at risk of what would happen when doctors discover her tail. She did not want to end up in the news paper as some sort of mutant. Colin lead her further into the beach to where he had his stuff with most of Celeste's friend group and gave her his beach towel to try and dry off a bit quicker. The sunlight was too spotty today- it would take too long to dry normally, especially with her sweater holding so much liquid in it. Colin escorted Mel to the restaurant to use the bathrooms there and take her shirt off to ring it out into a sink. Once inside the shivers continued, but not because of the cold. The muscles in her back were shivering from change, and with each subtle twitch her tail grew a tiny bit longer. When her sweater was off she turned in the mirror and seen several black spots in her peripheral vision but as soon as she spotted them they shrank and vanished! What on earth was happening to her? She looked at herself dead-on in the mirror, sighing at her eye liner running a bit. She barely ever wore makeup, and even it backfires on her today. She ran the sink and just splashed water on her face to take it off entirely, but once it was off she looked back and it still looked like it was on. She narrowed her eyes at her reflection and the coloration faded away. Can she... control it?! She wanted it back and sure enough it faded back. Then she willed it further and her eyelids turned purple like she had eyeshadow on, except it was her actual skin color!
Mel tried it in various other places and her skin seemed to be able to change at will to whatever color she wanted! Was she turning into a chameleon?! She placed her hand on the edge of the sink and concentrated a moment, imagining what the part she covered looked like and sure enough her hand mimicked it perfectly. If you looked at her hand dead-on it was invisible. She touched her hand with her other one to convince herself it hadn't actually just vanished and noticed something else off. It did not just take the appearance of the edge of the sink- her skin was very firm and abnormally smooth. It was mimicking the texture of the sink as well! She tensed up and turned her skin to the texture of sand paper! What a bizarre power. At least she had full control of that much- she couldn't make her tail go away. And speaking of- she slunk back into a stall to make sure no one walked in on this, so she could hike her skirt up and get a look at it. When she looked at it, its skin tried to mock hers so she had to will herself to let it be whatever its normal color was, so she could try and identify it. Glossy black was its default color it seemed, and the flesh trailed up her back a bit, dispersing into increasingly small black spots. The tail was a lot longer now, so it was still slowly growing and did not appear to be stopping anytime soon. She could move it, but not well. Even though it was growing past her knees by now it was not properly developed so the nerves within responded slowly to her input, and the muscles movement was also limited right now, and almost seemed to respond different on either side of it. It was tremendously thick, and felt very squishy. She grabbed and squeezed it and it felt like she was grabbing a giant tongue- her actual spinal column did not extend down into it, it did not contain any bones. Also like a tongue, she was able to scrunch it up or extend it to an extent, making it even fatter or longer and thinner by flexing the muscles within. Mel's toying with it seemed to ignite more changes though, causing her to bend over, bracing herself on the back of the toilet with her butt thrust out as the muscles squirmed and swelled! The muscle in her tail was twitching wildly on its own, but again it felt like there was more than one set of muscles- the ones on the left and right were not synced. She was breathing heavily, trying to suppress moans and the muscles all up her back locked up and her tail arched hard between her legs. She closed her eyes tightly at the feeling so she did not see rings of muscle press out of the soft surface on the underside of the tail. In a feeling like a good stretch only much more intense, her muscles yanked in two different directions and from the tip down- her tail split in half! The soft tails jiggled almost like they were made of gelatin as they finished pulling apart. She now had two tails that reached as low as her shins! When she started to recover herself and actually looked at them though, she realized they were not tails at all- they are tentacles! The rings of muscle that pressed out on their underside developed quickly into suctions cups! Her ability to change color and texture- those were abilities of an octopus! Mel slipped her now only damp sweater back on and shuffled her skirt back proper. She needed to get home quickly. If she remained at the beach she would get found out, if she went to a hospital she would be found out. She had no idea how far this transformation was going to go, and needed privacy till she could sort this out. Plus, the changes started when she fell into the water, so there is a chance getting out of proximity to the beach may cancel the changes.
Colin nodded as she explained she was heading home. "You definitely should rest. I can give you a lift home if you need?"
"I will be fine, I got an unlimited bus pass and I don't live that far anyway."
"Alright, but if you feel dizzy or anything- go to a hospital. Sorry you had a shitty time down here. I would have found you sooner if I knew- Celeste isn't good at picking up on stuff like that. She is sort of an airh-... well, you know her as well as I do." He put a hand on her shoulder with a jokingly sympathetic look. "Its certainly not worth throwing yourself off a cliff."
Mel lowered her brows. "I didn't do it on purpose, obviously."
Colin chuckled. "Yea, well you DID climb the cliff, and climb under caution tape, past several keep out signs."
Mel rolled her eyes. "I thought the tape was put there by pranksters and the brush grew so tall I did not see the signs." Colin cocked his brow. "That's my story, and I am sticking to it."
"Well, if you ever want to try to have fun in the sun again, maybe hook me up next time, ya? I don't get distracted by any old thing like Celeste. And she talks about you often but I have never really seen you before. I mean, even your name- is it actually Mel, or is it short for Melody?"
Mel put a hand on her hip with a bit of a smile. "Melpomene, actually. Its Greek- the Muse of Tragedy."
Colin waved and watched her walk off toward the parking lot and bus stop, but Mel actually had something else in mind. She did need to get home quickly... but she had some odd new powers. It would be a shame to let them go to waste. Glancing back to make sure Colin had returned to the crowds she slipped back toward the beach. She walked up to the back of the restaurant, glancing out between the wooden platform that elevated the building off the sand. Seeing no one was looking her way she pulled her top off, tying the sweater around her hip and then quickly popping her bra off. Her skin tightened and darkened like a quickly spreading bruise and perfectly mocked the appearance of a black bikini top around her breasts- even though they were actually bare. Her nipples and areola flattened perfectly to her skin, so there was no way of telling she was actually topless without being dangerously close to examine it. The area of flesh even stick out more than the rest, and mimicked the texture of fabric. Now that her tiny tits were contained she cupped them with her hands and moaned softly as they inflated. The body of an octopus is quite amorphous, so it can be sculpted and changed at will. Her breasts swelled out to fill her hands and then really started to get sensitive as the nerves stretched. It squished out between her fingers forcing her to spread her hands more. She stopped when they were about a good D cup. Because the rest of her form was so tall and narrow, having breasts that were too big would really look weird on her. She gently let go of them when she was done, her hands hovered for a moment as she willed herself to stop. This was not the time to experiment with herself. She placed one hand on her forehead and ran it up through her hair, and as it passed through her air turned from raven to dark brown. Another pass turned it to light brown. She glanced around and seen a cute woman, and with a slight twitch and tightening of the skin in a few places Mel could feel her face assume the appearance of the woman she looked at. There, now no one would recognize her.
She entered the bar and immediately found Bruce again, whistling as she came in and saying she looked hot. Mel did not even acknowledge him as she went to the end of the counter to order a quick drink. She only had the chance to down one before- she wasn't even able to get a light buzz from that! She flashed Al a few quick glances from the end of the counter and was sure to let her eyes wander elsewhere once his locked on her cleavage. Yea, it figured. No interest before, but now she has huge tits and suddenly he is all for it. When her drink arrived the bartender told her it was already paid for by Al. Mel froze up a bit, smiling awkwardly as she mentally steadied herself. She wanted to throw the drink in his face and light it on fire, but that would give her intentions away. Under her skirt her tentacles were starting to coil around her legs so they did not expose themselves- they were now longer than her legs are, so if they fell limp they would be longer than her skirt was able to cover. What she did not notice however is that they were both getting a good bit fatter as well- like her original one did before it split. Two arms, two legs, and two tentacles- she is still two limbs short of eight.
When Mel flashed him a smile, Al immediately changed seats to sit beside her on the corner of the counter. He jumped into small talk right away and Mel feinted interest, nodding along while barely listening. Her smile became increasingly genuine as he continued to talk without really letting her have a turn. He did not really care what she had to say, it wasn't her words that pitched the tent in his pants. The more he talked, the more her initial impression was proven- he was just a sleeze looking for a good time. He probably lost his last girlfriend when she realized he only wanted one thing from her. He was handsome, so Mel did not mind looking at him as he spout his nonsense, but she did still look forward to destroying him. Her time came when she finished her drink, feeling a bit lighter headed finally. She leaned in close to him, whispering that they should go somewhere private. He of course did not question it for a moment and followed her like a lost puppy. It looked like her ass was big now too from Al's perspective as he followed her, but in actuality what he was seeing was the base of her very thick tentacles.
Mel lured him around back and to the start of the brush that climbed the cliff, but did not actually ascend the slope. As soon as the two of them were well out of sight of anyone from the beach, her tentacles let go of her legs and flew out from under her skirt, wrapping around Al's legs and yanking him off his feet. He shouted in confusion but before he could yell for help she placed one tentacle over his mouth, gripping his skin with the suction cups so it could not be pulled off without ripping his face. Her appearance reverted to her normal form, though she noted she had a few black specs on her arms now as well, and her nipples and areola remained glossy black after reverting them from her faux bikini.
"So... you think women are just here to amuse you? Well, the next time you think about obtaining your next 'conquest', maybe think about how they feel first." She stepped over so she stood directly over him and undid her sweater so she could pop it back on over her bare chest. "If I catch you womanizing on these beaches again, I'll drown you in the ocean." She chuckled. "And don't bother trying to get help- no one will believe you when you tell them about my true form."
Mel retracted her tentacles, slithering them back under her skirt to hide and spit on the stunned silent Al as she left- her spit black as tar. It was... ink.
On her way back though she staggered a bit at the sudden feeling of stretching growth again. Her tentacles had never stopped growing but the growth was very subtle before, it was surging now. She let them hang loose, lifting her skirt a bit with them to look, but she lost a lot of control over them. The muscles did not respond correctly. She trembled a bit at the feeling as her tentacles once again started to split, but this time she had two to start- doubling the feeling! Her butt felt strange, and especially her hip bone- it did not feel like there should be room for everything and yet there was. When it finished in only a matter of moments she had four tentacles in a row forming a half-skirt of flesh behind her, under her normal skirt! They were all equal length, and all still growing very, very slowly. She pulled the waist of her skirt away from herself to look at the base and it was an odd appearance. Her butt cheeks basically became the base for the original two, which means she had two more for the additional tentacles- it looked like she had four butt cheeks! The twitches and pleasurable stretching alterations seemed to resonate deeper into her as well, touching on her most private of parts. Her hips themselves were starting to alter, she really had to hurry up and get out of here. But there was that shit Wayne who tried to force himself on her! She could not let that go unpunished. Mel let her skirt back into place and hid her tentacles under it again. Hesitating she could not help but look down the front as well at a very subtle tingling and sure enough seen her inner labia were turning a bruise purple as the glossy black flesh overtook her outer labia. How her biology worked at the end of all this was anyone's guess- on an actual octopus their beak is at the center of the tentacles... but she already had a mouth in a very different place. To change her into a normal octopus, almost her entire body would have to flip upside down.
Since her mind was getting used to it still, she found her tentacles slip every once and a while because Mel would mean to move her leg and move a tentacle instead. She was not used to having so many limbs to operate. She peeped into the bar again, scanning the people there for Wayne but did not see him. Bruce once again commented on her- not realizing the babe that was there not that long ago was also her. Mel gave him a tired stare and let him be, returning to the sand to look for Wayne on the beach. Bruce was annoying but not worth getting revenge on- besides she had to move fast and get out of here. She was regretting her plan already, she could feel her hips altering subtlety and was struggling to look like everything was normal. Mel wandered between groups of people scattered all over. Finally, she found him laughing it up with a bunch of drunks, but the moment she went to charge at him she felt her hip pop and for a moment it felt like her legs were not attached to her body. She nearly fell completely over before her leg joints re-settled! Argh, she cannot confront him like this, she needed to get out of here. Mel doubted she could even get home now, if her legs gave out even people on the bus would notice if she started crawling all over the place. She rushed back to the cliff. People were not supposed to go up there so she could ensure not a lot of people will be up there to spot her, and the brush was untamed and tall.
Mel was really having trouble walking as it felt like someone was pushing down on the front of her hip, like her pubic mound was being forced downward! The bones of her hips and legs were rapidly getting softer. Oh no... they were probably turning into tentacles too! It got harder to stand on her legs very quickly, her joints did not lock together properly with the bone turning soft and flexible. She very wobbly made her way into tall grass and sunk down onto her rump. Her tentacles all writhed around her, unsure of what to do like a nervous person who doesn't know what to do with their hands. Each tentacle had gotten bigger still, and were now all almost as long as she is tall, and still growing. Alone and muffled by the blasting wind at this height, Mel allowed herself to moan out loud- the feelings in her hips and privates were enough on their own to make her flinch in unexpected pleasure, but there was also a shifting, stretching feeling over most of her entire lower body too. Her pussy was no longer visible to her- it had shifted around the curve of her hip to face straight down and was progressing toward her anus, which was also shifting slightly forward to meet it halfway. Where bone softened and collapsed as her body reabsorbed the material- muscle bulk expanded giving her better control of her many limbs and also returning the rotund shape of her former hips. So it still looked like she had hips, just like the base of her tentacles looked like multiple ass cheeks- but unlike the real thing, hers were extremely squishy and bouncy. Mel's legs became round and plump, but also lost almost all of their shape as they fattened up due to the bones within dissolving. Where bones were removed, much greater muscle mass took their place. This meant her limbs could either be very soft, or very hard depending on whether she tensed or relaxed them. Without bones, her rubbery feet lost their shape and her legs just ended in tapered points. The skin started to quickly darken, taking the glossy black of her other new limbs. Her legs were much thicker than any tentacle though.
Mel couldn't stand the feelings in her changing hips without doing anything anymore. She reached around her soft hip curves to find where her migrated vulva was. It was bigger, and the mound was larger making her outer labia very plush and rubbery. Her anus and pussy were both side by side and directly between her legs, so even if her legs didn't turn to mush it would be impossible to walk properly. She pawed at her vagina, but it was too far to penetrate now. She felt but did not hear a click as her spine popped a bit more forward. One of her vertebrae let go! Her spine must be softening too! She had more flexibility! As she slowly slipped her dainty little fingers into her honey pot she wondered if she willed that with her mind. Then she remembered what she could will with her thoughts and smiled. Her clit started to radiate pleasure all on its own and she shuddered and gasped in glee- she could mold her body, so she was deliberately stretching her clit out huge, which was activating all of the nerves in it at once! It swelled into a large marble size, then a throbbing pink ping pong ball. She reached around the clit so it caught in the crook between her middle and ring fingers and she grabbed her vaginal passage and pulled. Normally that would just squeeze the flesh but because there was no bone structure the passage just stretched with her grip! She unintentionally stretched her pussy huge! The pleasure spike send surges of growth down her deforming legs and at the very ends they started to split! Her legs were turning into two tentacles each... which put the count at eight- or ten if you count her human arms. Mel forgot her worries about the changes for the time being completely and grinned at the control she had thanks to them. She took one hand back from her hungry pussy and her breasts started to expand again, her rigid nipples rising higher and higher as the fat round hills swelled toward the sky. She clawed at her right breast with her free hand, squeezing into the flesh hard- her sweater bunched up on top of them having been half pulled up by her arm and half pushed up by her breast's growth. Her mass did not change, just redistribute, so in spite of their size, her breasts did not weigh a lot even when they were huge- their mass was thin. The base of her legs started to shift and drift wider as they split, this caused the nerves to become active even without her touch, so to avoid overloading herself she let go of both her breasts and her pussy for a moment, shivering at the feelings. Her legs finally split to the base- now fully transformed into four tentacles. The new arrangement placed all eight of her new limbs in a perfectly spaced circle around her pussy and anus which took up the entire middle- where the mouth of an octopus would be.
She rest there for many minutes, just catching her breath and staring at her many limbs, all squirming around. They were still very, very slowly growing as well, getting still longer. Drunk on the absurdity of the situation she grinned to herself like a crazed beast and slumped down onto her back in the grass, facing the fast moving clouds in the blue sky. She grabbed both of her breasts tightly, curved all eight of her tentacles inward and rammed all of them into her pussy at once! The extremely elastic flesh squelched against itself as all eight limbs forced their way farther and farther inside, stretching her pussy huge. All of the suction cups were on the underside of the limbs, but when they curled around to enter her own body, all the suction cups then faced outward- dragging on the walls of her vagina. She actually had more control of the tentacles than any of her original limbs because they had no bones- nothing forcing them to be a specific shape or proportion. She lifted her hips and really got her extra arms in there- spiraling them around in her hungriest hole. It did not take long of experiencing these new pleasures before she popped- crushing the ends of all her tentacles together and forcing them back out of her trembling hips as her pussy clenched hard in orgasm. She flopped limp back into the grass as it started to mist her with a little bit of rain as one of the darker clouds raced toward her in the sky- the wind carrying the rain ahead of it. The warm sun, the fresh sea breeze, the afterglow of orgasm, the cool feeling of the rain making her wet yet again. The toll on her energy all the excitement, orgasm, and stress of her unusual day caught up to her all at once, and Mel fell asleep in the grass looking up at the sky.
Melpomene woke startled and a bit confused as to where she was, since she fell asleep without meaning to. It was not a blue but a black sky she woke to. She must have been asleep for three or four hours at least, it was night time! The moonlight gave the few passing clouds a glowing blue edge in the starry sky. There was a few pillars of smoke rising up from fires on the beach below. There was much less people there now obviously, but most of the beach parties were still going- the more casual visitors and the people who were there for the waters had all gone. She would still need to sneak by all the party goers, who would thankfully be most likely all drunk by now. The main problem Mel had to figure out was how to even move- she didn't have legs now! She could turn her tentacles into the shape and appearance of legs, but she could not walk on them like legs because there was no bones in them. She sat up and balanced on them. Each tentacle was longer than the entire rest of her body by at least a foot and half, and could be stretched longer if needed. Now that they had finished growing there was also a thin skirt of skin that attached them all to each other at the base. She groaned at the chill down her back- because she had not moved since the rain shower the ground below her had still been wet. She felt movement behind her though and looked back in surprise, seeing beads of water lifting off of her and out of her sweater and floating away. She had unintentionally willed herself dry. Half octopus in a mermaid configuration- that meant she is a Sea Witch. That means she does not just have physical powers- she also has minor water based magic. Though without any sort of spell book it would be completely up to trial and error to figure out just what she can do. Mel smirked and scanned the beach, and sure enough found Wayne in almost the same place he was before, swinging an empty beer bottle to the sound of a half assed camp fire song. Maybe she could get revenge before she left after all. It was dark, and she could camouflage easily now.
She went to crawl out of the grass though and grunted at the uncomfortable feeling of the dry grass on her soft tentacles. Mel completely stopped when she touched the small stones of the foot-formed path. The flesh on the underside of her tentacles was too tender to drag on dry land! How the heck was she going to get out of here and sneak home? Mel curled a tentacle and pressed it against the ground again. The outer facing side was stiffer and much less sensitive, but how would she twist all eight around to step like that? Then it dawned on her as Melpomene thought of other similar mythological creatures. She lowered herself onto her hands and twisted all of her tentacles behind her coiling them around themselves behind her, so the suction cups of the inner sides were all touching each other, and only the tougher outer sides were exposed. She then shoved herself back and lifted up with the eight limbs and stood upright. She moved them all in a wave motion and sure enough managed to slither forward! All coiled around each other they looked like the tail of a naga- she could move on land by slithering like a snake! Mel slithered in a circle, testing how high she could hold herself and at what point her tail became obvious under the skirt with a big grin, proud of herself for figuring it out. Her skirt was pretty long and black just like her tentacles default color, so at night it was surprisingly hard to tell at a glance anything was off. She shrank her boobs back down to a size she could at least stuff into her sweater to pull it back down. Her hair tightened and bounced up into ringlets and she turned it wine-red to make sure no one recognized her at a distance. She did not see Celeste specifically when she scanned the beach but she did see many of her friends- their party was slowed but not yet disbursed.
Melpomene slithered back to the beach, wobbling a bit as she hit the sand and had to adjust the way she moved for the much more loose ground, but it was not too hard. Everyone still on the beach were tired and/or drunk and not really in a mental state to closely examine anyone. The groups all gathered more tightly together forming clusters around firepits. This made finding Wayne easy- she just counted how many fires from the cliff to his. She motioned toward the water as she spotted a nice shell and the large conch flew from where the waves met the sand and landed in her hand almost twenty feet away. She smiled as the spines on its surface lengthened, and especially the one at the peak which grew tremendously into a long shaft- turning the conch shell into an oceanic staff. A black water welled in the hollow of the shell- a physical manifestation of her power as to be ready to go at a moments notice. She did not know what all she could do to Wayne, but she hopes it will hurt.
Just as she was within visible range of Wayne's trashed group she heard Colin's voice "Mel? Is... that you?"
The woman beside him cupped a hand over her mouth. "Uh oh..."
Mel froze, considering pretending it was not her, but this time she slacked on her disguise- her face was completely unaltered. Mel thought she would not get close enough to anyone she knew to need a better camouflage, but got tunnel vision as she approached Wayne and completely missed Colin.
"O-oh, hey... did not think you would still be here. I just... came back because I forgot something. But I got it now, so..."
The woman bowed her head a bit, letting her extravagantly long hair ripple like waves. "I am sorry- it's my fault you transformed!"
Mel quickly moved her tail behind herself self-consciously. "What... do you mean?"
The woman sat up straight and flipped a huge silver scaled fish tail over for Mel to see. "I am a mermaid."
A bit stunned and more than a bit confused, Mel quietly looked around to see if anyone was watching and slithered over to an empty place by the two of them. Colin wandered away from the fire of his own group because of this mermaid, Capri. She had apparently been a normal woman as well, till she found a bottle washed ashore that contained a mermaid's kiss, which transformed her. She also admitted to Melpomene that it was her fault she transformed into a sea witch. She was afraid of Mel drowning from her fall off the cliff, and could not swim her back to shore quickly without revealing herself in broad daylight, so the only alternative was to kiss Mel, embueing her with water breathing. Capri seen Colin worrying about her on the beach earlier so she approached him alone at night to admit all this to him- thinking he was Mel's boyfriend or husband. Colin was baffled, not even knowing Mel was transforming in the first place, but given it was a real life mermaid that was telling him this he had little cause to doubt her. Mel surprised even Capri with her changes though- since it was not a mermaid she had transformed into. Mel brought her tail around and uncoiled the end just a bit to reveal the suction cups on the tender inside, showing them her 'tail' was actually eight more limbs.
"So, not that this isn't pretty damn cool, in its own way... how do I... uh, turn back?"
Capri bit her lip. "I... don't think you can. If there is a way, I don't know what it is. Because I have been a mermaid ever since I first changed."
Colin glanced between the nervous expressions. "W-well, you can move around on land like that, right Mel?" She shrugged and nodded. "Then you can still go to and from your regular apartment, you just have to do it stealthily. If you wear long skirts like that people won't be able to see the difference till you move around."
"And grocery shopping? A job? I can't do either of those without ever moving while someone sees me."
"Well, two people could live off one decent paying job. It would be tight, but it could work. I could do the shopping for you."
Mel blushed brightly. "A-are you saying you want to live together?! We barely know each other!"
Colin blushed a bit himself. "Well, I don't know. You needed a plan, and I am willing to help. It's up to you. I can't really think of an alternative- other than live off the ocean and the beach parties like Capri does."
After a long awkward silence Capri nodded toward Mel's staff. "What were you planning to do with that?"
"Revenge! The men on this beach were being absolute dicks to me, and I figured I had these cool new powers so why not give them a bit of what they deserve."
Colin looked at her. "Really? You never mentioned anyone specifically being mean to you before. What did they do?"
Mel crossed her arms, recalling their names. "Well there was this immature guy giving catcalls at the door of the restaurant, and when I tripped earlier he went on and on making stupid jokes about it."
"...Bruce?"
"Yea. He do that often?"
"Bruce doesn't mean anything by it, he is just awkward as hell. He was probably just trying to socialize, seen you trip and tried to use that as an icebreaker. And being as awkward as he is, he probably lingered on the point far too long."
"O-ok, well there was also this guy, Al, who I overheard talking about needing a girlfriend. I foolishly thought he was sort of cute so I flirted with him and he totally shot me down! Then I returned later with an altered appearance and suddenly he was interested once I had huge boobs!"
"Well... to be fair, he can't help what he likes. You said you changed your appearance, not just you breasts, right?"
"Yea..."
"So you don't actually know if it was your breasts. He might have liked you more based on another part of your appearance. You should not like or dislike someone based on appearance alone, but it is the first thing you know about a person to judge by."
Mel pointed toward Wayne. "Well that douche tried to force himself on me! He only backed off when I slapped him and called attention to us!"
Colin turned to look at him. "Wow..... Excuse me a second."
Capri and Mel watched as Colin walked over to Wayne and started talking to him. Wayne seemed to be passing him off for the most part, then Colin raised his voice, though was too far for the girls to hear what he was saying. Wayne laughed at him and Colin wound up and decked him! Wayne spun around and fell to the sand with blood trickling out of his nose which was now snapped sideways! Colin made his way back to the girls and calmly sat back down, checking his fist for damage.
Mel smiled timidly. She wanted to destroy Wayne herself, but this was somehow even more satisfying. "Ok..."
"What's up?"
"We... could try living together, so I can stay on land. But, just as roommates. For now."
"W- ok! Uh... well if you are ready now, I will go grab my stuff and we can head there right now. Everyone here is too drunk or tired to notice anything so there is no real risk of getting caught till we are back into the city proper and I can sort of break line of sight with myself- there probably isn't many people still awake even in the city."
Colin hustled off for a moment to gather his beach towel and his swimming trunks, sunlotion, etc. Capri turned to Melpomene with a bit of a giddy look in her eyes.
"So... was it as orgasmic for you? The transformation, I mean."
Mel bristled a bit, and blushed. "Well... ye- I guess. Part of it, toward the end was pretty intense. My hips reformed and my naughty bits had to move." She reached down and squeezed her hip area. "Actually... I don't think I have hip bones anymore. Like, at all." Mel reached back and pressed in on her back not finding her spine either, then a little higher she found some. "My vertebrae are kinda rubbery, and it tapers off higher up than it should."
Capri tilted her head in thought, sending another wave through her ludicrously long hair. "Kinda weird, I got a mermaid's kiss and turned into a mermaid, but then you got kissed by me and turned into a sea witch. Imagine some poor girl getting turned into something like a half Sea Angel..." Capri shivered at the thought. "I wonder how many variants there are? I know kissing men does nothing, they seem immune. Guess there is no such thing as a merman."
"... shouldn't the male equivalent of a mermaid be a merbutler?"
Capri laughed. "I am pretty sure it comes from the word maiden, not maid. Speaking of men though... Colin seems really nice. You are lucky you have someone like him to help you try to keep living on land."
Mel nodded in thought, her expression darkening a bit. "How do you do it? Living in the ocean? Is there a sunken city or something where mermaids live?"
Capri shrugged. "I have not encountered any other mermaids yet. I dunno... first thing I realized when I became half fish is that life is relative. What people consider living on the land isn't the only way to live. I party, drink, and eat up on the beach with people all night, spend the day building my own underwater place and exploring. I am slowly getting farther from the beach each time I swim around but I still stick pretty close. The ocean is a huuuuge place, so it is kind of intimidating to just swim out into the middle of it. It doesn't sound like much of a life from the outside, but I have fun and I survive, so I guess that is all that really counts, right?"
Mel renewed her fading blush as she moved her limbs forward on her seat and started to uncoil her tentacles to give them a stretch. "And about that half fish part... we are sea creatures from the hip down so... do we like, lay eggs?"
Capri laughed, then placed a hand flat along the line where her scales started. "The womb and ovaries are over the halfway point. Only the outside of the vulva is changed to prevent water from getting in. All the important parts are still human, so we definitely still reproduce the same way. Now, whether our offspring are human or half sea creature- I do not know. Well, that is my biology anyway, you did not turn into the exact same thing as me, so."
Mel grabbed the end of one of her own tentacles, just curious to get to know it better now that the changes were all done. The skin almost felt wet from being so slippery even though it was dry. It was like trying to grab someone's tongue- there was no definitive shape to it so it squished and could easily slide out of someone's grip. The suction cups were a bit more solid, even when relaxed- the rigidity of an erect nipple. They were in rows of two, but so small and numerous she could not count them all on even one tentacle. They allowed her to grip whatever she wanted, latching on with a very powerful grip that relied on pressure tension. The suction cup forms a pocket of air, then presses the air out against an object while not allowing any back in- creating a vacuum seal. Melpomene was almost entirely half and half, with only a few very minor exceptions. Her ability to reshape herself, change her texture, and change her coloration extended to her entire body, including her hair. Her nipples, nails, and lips were now defaulted to glossy black like her octopus half. She also had some small dots of black skin on her fore arms and up her back, getting smaller and farther apart the farther up her back they go. Her octopus half also had a few specks of human toned skin at the very top, serving as a bit of dappled transition between the two halves. Of course, she could change the texture and color to make her entire form one or the other if she wanted, but this was her default.
Colin hustled back, and the two said goodbye to Capri for now. Capri invited them to find her again if they ran into trouble or just wanted someone to talk to who was in on her secret already. No matter how far she wandered in a day, Capri always returned to the beach as her true home. As Colin and Mel were leaving, Melpomene told him to hold on a moment. She glared at Wayne, holding his swollen face and trying to suck up blood into a towel. She thudded the pointy end of her ocean staff against the sands and the black water inside shimmered. Her smile returned to her face as Wayne yelled out in surprise as he pissed himself. Mel used her control of liquid to force his bladder empty.
She grinned to Colin with a half-nod. "Ok. Now we can go." |
Shattered Shards: Fey's Fancy
Helena could feel the presence of another person behind her. She wasn't sure how exactly she knew; it wasn't that her visitor was standing in the light, making it difficult to read her romance novel, nor was it any sort of noise. The presence's approach had been perfectly quiet. And it could not be the scent of perfume upon the wind, as the gentle breeze was blowing into Helena's face, stirring her amethyst-colored hair, causing it to tickle her shoulders and back.
It seemed that her hair had been growing faster than usual the past few weeks; she'd needed to get an inch or two lopped off every week. Things happened like that, the town of Maple Grove was situated upon the edge of a Feywood, a place where powerful magic saturated the very air. You could go walking in the woods, if you stuck to the paths and trails, but going off tended to result in rather odd things happening. Helena had been rather curious about the place and had decided to explore off the beaten path in her youth, and had gotten her mouse brown hair permanently altered into its current coloration. She'd gone back a few more times, not having learned her lesson, each time returning with a rather odd alteration to her coloration. Her skin had become a stark porcelain white, while her nails and lips (and other areas) had become a shade of lilac. The irises of her eyes were a stunning red-violet and at times seemed almost metallic. She was, by faerie manipulation, a rather stunning beauty of the Gothic sort, though she didn't dress in that particular fashion. T-shirts and jeans were her usual thing, just something simple, plain, and a solid color, almost never black.
Helena adored color, and each of her fingernails had been painted a different warm color, reds, yellows, and oranges mixed together. She was rather glad winter was over and that summer was on the way. It was why she sat out in the sunshine after school, enjoying the both the warmth and the breeze. It was the perfect temperature on the perfect day.
Her nails weren't the only thing colored to welcome in the summer. Yellow and orange eye shadow surrounded her eyes, and the same warm shades streaked her long bangs. She closed her eyes and removed her glasses, her need for them seemed to come and go. She seemed to be able to focus clearly on living things without a problem, but when it came to inanimate objects or reading, things got a little blurry.
Helena smiled at the sight of the girl behind her; Thalia had been in her class since she was ten or eleven. The young woman was rather interesting, as she was one of the residents of the Feywood, and one of two dozen or so that actually expressed an interest in the world outside of their woods and attended school with the normal people.
Well, normal was a relative term. The students Helena went to school with were perfectly normal to her, but then again she'd been eight years old when two different dimensional representations of one world merged, the technological Earth fusing with the sorcerous Aerth to form Terra Unita.
Along with that came the addition of hundreds of sentient races, most of them humanoid, and as the James T. Kirk method of diplomacy found, perfectly capable of interbreeding; even those that in the old world had been incapable of having children together. Elves and Orcs for example.
In Helena's mind there wasn't any difference between the new races and herself, after all many of the former Earth residents had found themselves changing as well when the worlds merged, becoming those new races. The alterations had followed family lines, her best friend's father, a farmer, had become an eight foot tall troll, while her beautician mother had become a Nymph, and after the merge had taken up the task of being liaison between the town dwellers and the Fey of the forest.
As a result Giselle had become the star of the Maple Grove High School defensive line, at over seven and a half feet in height and weight of three hundred pounds. But despite the moss green hair, blue skin, and two-fanged underbite, she would be competing in the regional beauty pageant over the summer. She had come quite a long way from the small, shy girl that had to be excused from gym class due to her asthma.
The girl that stood before Helena was a rather gorgeous beauty in her own right, and was even more shy that Giselle had been before her overnight three foot growth spurt. Thalia was almost the inverse of Helena. While the human girl was colored with the tones of winter, Thalia was shaded with the palette of summer.
Her skin was a deep bronze, her lips a brilliant ruby red, her hair the brilliant green of new leaves, seeming to shimmer the colors of brilliant flowers when it caught the light in just the right way. Her clothing was eclectic, a mishmash of styles and fashions, all in the bright, radiant hues of warmth and plant life, seldom even matching up with something on the opposite side of her body. But somehow it seemed to work, drawing out the girl's radiant beauty. It was quite a shame that she seemed painfully shy around non-Fey.
Thalia's wings buzzed with nervousness as she opened her mouth to speak, blushing deeply. She seemed to be some sort of faerie or pixie, but on a human scale. Rather than a scant few inches, the Fey stood a hair over five feet, well below the six that Helena obtained even without the use of heels.
Helena found herself almost enraptured by the pantheon of color that the fey girl's wing produced when in the sunlight, a swiveling rainbow of color that was always in motion over the translucent surface of the filigree wings. It was only when Thalia drew in a soft breath that the human girl could move her gaze from those wings.
The human found herself wanting to wrap her arms around the faerie, to hug her close and ease her obvious nervousness at speaking to her. Oddly she found herself wanting to do more than that, to snuggle up with the small, shy fey, to run her fingers through her hair, to nibble playfully on the tips of those pointed ears, and perhaps after the cuddling to...
"Um..." Thalia said softly, finally managing to make a sound, "W-w-would you..."
The words seemed to pull Helena out of her oddly lustful haze. She'd never had any interest in anything like that, especially not with another girl. There was an odd tightness in her chest, one that wasn't entirely unpleasant that accompanied the thoughts, but it stopped the moment the faerie girl had spoken.
Embarrassed by her stutter, Thalia let the rest of the words out rapid fire, "liketogooutwithmetonight?" she said, wincing and then peering up at Helena with a hopeful look in her eyes.
It was Helena's turn to stammer. She'd never been asked out on a date before. Sure, she'd had them, but she'd always been the one doing the asking. All the boys, for some reason, had always had the idea that she was taken, and they could never explain the reasoning why. And Helena had never had an interest in her own gender before.
"Y-you mean like a date?" Helena asked softly, her eyes meeting Thalia's. For the first time she noticed they were the same color and shade as her own, right down to the reflective metallic appearance when the light hit them just so.
The faerie girl nodded rapidly, smiling as she did so.
Helena wanted to think about it, to make a proper decision, but she found her lips moving without her brain's permission, "Sure!" she heard herself saying, "I'd absolutely love to!"
"Great!" Thalia said, the blush fading, suddenly appearing more confidant, "I'll meet you up at the Snack Shack where we can get some burgers and fries or something, and then we can go across town to the movie theater."
"How are we going to get there? I don't have a car, and I've never seen you so much as get into one..." Fey and iron didn't mix particularly well.
There was a soft popping sound as Thalia disappeared from Helena's view, and another soft pop from behind her as the faerie reappeared.
"I'll teleport us." She said with a musical giggle that warmed Helena's heart; it was like a mix of melodious bells and somehow gave her the sensation of a faint caress, as well as bringing the scent of freshly sliced oranges to her nose.
Helena found herself smiling as well, curious as to how the magical travel world feel, "Umm... okay." She said, finding herself now the one with the blush, "How does six o'clock sound?"
"Six would be just fine." Thalia said softly, standing on her tip toes, allowing her ruby red lips to press against Helena's pale amethyst ones. "You might want to head home and change, though."
There was another soft pop, and a momentary tingle over Helena's body, and she found herself suddenly standing in front of her house, rather than in the schoolyard as she'd been before.
Thalia was nowhere to be seen, but she was right. Helena's school clothes felt more than a little bit uncomfortable, and she was most certainly going to wear something a bit nicer on their date.
The girl hummed happily to herself as she bounded up the front stairs, making her way to her room. She was positively giddy, she actually had a date!
The fact that it was with another woman oddly never seemed to cross her mind.
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Helena had showered, her amethyst hair drying out rather quickly, as it always did, it never tangled, and was always soft, sleek, and perfect. It had most certainly gotten longer when she was in school, as it hung halfway down her back. She usually had it cut to just below her shoulders.
Though the odd thing was that none of her clothes seemed to fit comfortably; they were always too tight in the chest and hips, while too broad in the waist. The pant legs of most of the trousers she'd tried on ended several inches above her ankles. It was rather strange, as if she'd grown somehow during school.
She turned and looked at her reflection in the mirror, gasping softly at what she saw. She hadn't merely gotten taller; her build had almost entirely changed. She looked like an athletic supermodel; well toned muscles beneath alabaster skin, and her curves were incredible. She blinked at her reflection and found that her facial features had been altered a bit as well. Her lips were fuller; her eyes were a touch bigger and had an Asiatic cant to them. Her pupils looked... odd. Narrower than they were supposed to be, but not the narrow slits of a cat or a snake.
The most interesting change, however, was her ears; they came to points. She looked like one of the half-fey girls that she'd seen visiting from the forest. In fact with the colors her body had long since sported, she looked very much like one of the Winter faeries, though she lacked the wings.
There was a soft pop behind her, and Helena turned, expecting Thalia to have snuck into her room, but instead she found a bundle placed on her bed. The bundle was white and smooth, wrapped with a reddish purple ribbon the shade of Helena's eyes. And Thalia's, her mind added.
The human girl untied the ribbon, unfolding the covering, which was a rather beautiful and soft quilt made of white and green silk. One side was pure white, the other a deep, emerald green, like summer grass.
Contained within the bundle was an outfit for Helena to wear. It wasn't something she would have chosen for herself. She liked the look of the latex halter top, the coloration perfectly matching with her hair, laces upon the sides a radiant silver, the edges of the garment outlined in black.
She couldn't help but slip it on, her hands moving to lace it up with quick motions that seemed so skilled and practiced that she'd been wearing such things for most of her life. It fit her enlarged bust and new proportions perfectly. It felt wonderful against her skin, like no article of clothing had ever felt upon her before. The halter felt... natural somehow. Like it was what she was meant to be wearing.
She slid on the next item placed in the package, a pair of leather pants, pure black save for along the seams where it become that delicious shade of purple that Helena's hair was colored. The smooth leather was wondrous against her bare skin, the pants hugging her curves in just the right way; they were tight enough to give some resistance, seeming almost as if they were caressing her bare flesh, especially that of her loins.
Helena could feel herself growing aroused, but there was no wetness or moisture coming from her, just a low, dull, oddly cool ache. It felt strangely good; it didn't compel her to act upon it, as past arousal had. It wasn't a fire, hot, intense, needing to be fed. Instead Helena's arousal was a solid, patient, cool thing; something that would grow slowly and steadily, that would be clean, that would lay in wait until the proper moment. It was a lust that she would control, not a lust that would control her.
She smiled and ran a fingertip over her leather clad groin, letting out a soft moan at the sensation. Everything that was happening was rather strange, but Helena was enjoying it, with a cool interest and curiosity. Someone, most likely Thalia, had altered her and given her a gift.
The human girl realized that she was thinking and feeling a bit differently than usual, but it didn't worry her. The thoughts that came through her head and the feelings that came from her heart were most definitely not of a harmful nature. They weren't compelling her to perform crazed acts of passion, or send her into a frenzy of self-pleasure. No, the thoughts that filled her mind were those of cool enjoyment and interest, crystalline clarity of logic and insight.
Truth be told, she rather liked the way her mind focused on one thing at a time before moving on to the next matter. If it remained, this mental state would help her tremendously with her schoolwork. She liked the confidence that filled her, the patient intellectual capacity that told her to accept what she was becoming, if only to see if she would soon discover the source of her alteration, and if it could potentially be reversed. Or possibly enhanced.
A smile spread across her lilac lips as she slipped on the fingerless leather gloves. They matched her pants, black with purple seams, but they reached up to just past her elbows, adorned with silver laces. They too seemed to caress her skin, to add to the pleasant ache in her loins, to make her feel more natural, more complete.
The boots that had been provided were also not something she'd have worn if given the choice. She'd always thought platform heels were something for sluts and hookers, but the pair she had been given felt so good upon her feet. She took a few practice steps in them, nearly banging her head against the ceiling fan. They added several inches to her already enhanced height. Any bigger and she was going to have to start ducking under some door frames. She liked the additional weight upon her feet; it seemed effortless to move, but it somehow added a sense of might and purpose to her movements, a strength and decisiveness in each footfall of her powerful, graceful body.
Helena admired herself in the mirror, liking what she saw. She looked absolutely gorgeous, the bright silver and purple in stark contrast against the coloration of her white skin and the black leather. Though the dye in her bangs and the polish on her nails looked out of place.
The girl turned, admiring her almost Amazonian body, cocking a hip to strike a sexy pose. She could feel an odd bit of tightness on the hip, as if something had been placed in the pocket, though there was no bulge in the leather to confirm it.
She reached in and found a silver comb. It was metal, but Helena could tell that it wasn't steel, but proper silver. The handle was intricately crafted in a snowflake pattern, a near magenta gem, matching her eyes, set into the back of the handle.
She smiled and ran it through her hair, giggling a little as she saw the warm colors of her dyed hair fade away, replaced by deep blues and shades of metallic silver. Gripping the comb had also changed the colors of her nails upon that hand, and when she brushed the fingers of the other over it, those nails changed as well.
Helena laughed and planted a kiss upon the comb, which began to change as she held it; the sharp tines folding in upon one another, elongating into thin wires, forming into an exquisite metal collar, the fuchsia gem growing larger. The girl smiled and placed it around her neck, delighting in the cold feel of the metal. Even as it hugged her pale skin, it grew no warmer. Helena actually found the chill rather pleasant.
She looked at her reflection once more, and found that the kiss had turned her lips a shade of navy, and had added lilac and magenta eye shadow to her eyes in the blend and pattern she preferred. She looked perfect, sexy, stunning, like some sort of ice princess of the fey, or something of the like. All she lacked was the one bestial trait that most fey seemed to display, be it wings, a tail, hooves, horns, claws, or...
The girl's grin widened, seeing the elongated canines within her mouth. She realized that she also looked rather like some interpretations of a vampire. But she had no hunger for blood. Though the burgers, chicken strips, French fries, and milkshakes the Snack Shack provided sounded quite good.
It was then that she looked up at the clock, and found that two hours had passed in the span of what seemed like minutes. Her eyes widened at the sight; she would be late. There was no way she could make the walk in a few minutes. How had she lost track of time? She needed to be there right...
There was a soft popping sound before Helena could finish her thought.
-o-
...now?
Helena blinked several times, finding herself standing in the park across from the Snack Shack. She couldn't see the place, as she seemed to be standing in a hollow space in the midst of several lilac bushes, but she could smell the scent of fried food upon the air.
She turned and saw her date, the small fey girl leaping up into her arms, Thalia's legs wrapping around her waist. The fey felt wonderfully warm, almost hot, and the heat of her ruby red lips was almost painful as they pressed against the twin sapphires that were Helena's.
The fey's tongue slipped into her mouth, hot, slick, and tasting strongly of delicious honey; it brought the ache within Helena surging upward several degrees in intensity. She hugged the pixie to her, running her fingertips over the forest green tube top and miniskirt that Thalia was wearing, delighting in both the warmth and the sleek feel of the fabric against her fingertips. She found herself returning Thalia's kiss, but her tongue felt strange, it seemed to lengthen the more it entered the fey's mouth, curling around the girl's own tongue. Helena didn't mind it at all, it felt so much nicer, and it allowed her to taste more of the delicious honey.
A dull ache had appeared between her shoulder blades, accompanied by an incredible feeling of pulling and stretching, as if her skin and bone had become elastic, and was being tugged back several feet. That sensation also seemed to drive up Helena's arousal, making her crave more of it. She loved the cold ache within her belly, as it seemed to make everything brighter and more vibrant, more intense.
The leather and latex upon her skin made her want to lay back, to gently wriggle and shift to feel the sleekness upon her skin, Thalia's delicious heat against her body made her want to press the winged fey against a nearby tree and grind against her, to press together in sweet, teasing passion. Helena wanted to press the fey tighter and tighter against herself, to envelope her, to wrap her up in her own flesh and keep her close forever.
She felt warmth against her back, a lot of Thalia's warmth, and a feeling of soft and sleek skin sliding over soft and sleek skin. The fey finally broke the kiss, panting as she did so, grinding against Helena. She let out a soft, pleading moan that made the human girl grin.
She slipped her hands beneath the fey's skirt, gripping her rump tightly, digging her nails into the fey's silk-clad rump. She also tilted her head, leaning downward, kissing Thalia's neck, taking the soft, tanned flesh into her mouth, and biting down as hard as she could.
The fey's skin did not break, but the dam of pleasure inside her that had been overflowing, preventing the hot surge of power within her from gushing forth did. Thalia let out a loud cry of sheer bliss, her body going rigid in Helena's arms.
The pixie hugged Helena tightly, her body shuddering every few moments as aftershocks of her powerful climax poured through her. Helena sunk to her knees, running her fingertips through her date's silken green hair.
She could finally see the result of the odd sensation from her back: wings: huge, membranous, bat-like wings. The struts and supports were the same white as her skin; however the thick translucent membrane between them was that same shade of gorgeous amethyst that adorned Helena's head and that she had come to love.
Her wings had a wicked, cruel beauty to them. They were the wings of a demon, bat-like, sporting a thumb with a wicked silver claw at the base, and each of the struts ending in a massive six-inch spike. The silver talons were too large for Helena's mind to identify them as claws.
She loved them; they felt right on her body, a proper addition to her form. She'd seen similar wings on fey visitors to the town, though none of the fey girls in the school had them in this particular style.
Helena realized she looked like a proper faerie now, though with her height and build she looked more like one of the Grimm Fey, ogres, trolls, and the like. She held Thalia, petting the small faerie gently as she recovered from the intense sensation that surged though her.
"I... I'm sorry." She whispered, "I didn't think my magic would get this out of control, but..."
Helena put an ivory finger to Thalia's lips, "Hush. Don't apologize for something that I'm enjoying just as much as you are, even though I'm not climaxing over it." She teased, "Just explain to me what's going on, so that I can understand it, okay?"
Thalia blushed and nodded, "It'll... be a few more minutes before the..." she let out a soft moan, "power surges pass and I can concentrate."
Helena chuckled and coaxed the small faerie from her body. She stood and spread her wings, feeling the warm sunshine upon the dark membranes for a few moments before she folded them up, making them fall over her shoulders like a cloak as she did so.
"Will you be alright waiting here, then? I'll go order us some food, and then we can have a picnic right here, okay?" she said, her sapphire lips parting in a fanged grin.
The small fey smiled and nodded her agreement.
-o-
"I'm a prime example of why you shouldn't mix prominent Fey bloodlines." Thalia explained as she dipped some of her fries into her milkshake. "Most magical creatures have a destiny, and with Fey that destiny usually determines what a lot of your powers and abilities will be, and how you'll use them."
"The reason you're changing like you do whenever I've got strong feelings of affection, or umm.... lust, is due to a mixture of bloodlines. I'm part Echo, from the Narcissus story. It's not quite as bad as that, but the one you love will always end up fading away and leaving you heartbroken. In the old world it would usually be some sort of wasting disease, usually cancer."
"But if you mix an Echo with a Lillithkith, a monster mother or monster maker, rather than wasting away, you have the Fey-bonded individual slowly becoming more monstrous and bestial. You then add in a Nymph. Nymph and Echo mean that you end up kind of like a dark succubus; you drain life from anyone you make love to. Nymph and Lillithkith mean that anyone who has sex with you transforms."
"You put all three together, and the Fey will end up transforming the one they love into a monster, but the magic will only happen when there's something to do with lust, arousal, or affection involved."
Helena nodded, listening in fascination as the pixie-girl spoke. She had always wanted to talk to Thalia, to learn about the world of the Fey, but the faerie had always been too shy to approach Helena, and for some reason she'd always kept her distance.
Thalia sighed, "My ancestors weren't members of a court or anything, they didn't really exercise any discretion or anything when they were choosing lovers. So I get Echo, Nymph, and Lillithkin from my mother, and guess what my father is?"
The pixie leaves no time for Helena to guess, which is just as well, as the transformed human is quite enjoying the sensations of ripping apart chicken strips with her new, sharpened teeth.
"Half-mortal Brother of Balance. Means that for his seasonal magic thingy that all Fey get, you're going to have a twin that's the complete opposite season. And his mortal half is some sort of humanoid something or other that almost never has a multiple birth. The type of reproduction always comes from the father, after all. No matter what the female's bits are like."
She took a long gulp of her milkshake, "So if the father is like some big, scaly, sleek, sexy lizardman..." Thalia began, seeming to absently fondle one of her breasts through her green tube top.
"The mortal woman will find herself with her belly growing rapidly, looking like she's going through pregnancy at an accelerated rate. But rather than giving birth to a baby, she'll be laying an egg, or two, or three. Or if she's coupled with a frogman with a bit of Fey blood, several hundred."
Helena let out a soft gasp as she felt the cool weight of her lust growing again, like an iceberg adrift in a frigid, turbulent sea. The salt water splashing up onto the surface and pooling there, slowly freezing in the chill air.
Something seemed to slither from her backside, brushing against the smooth leather of her pants, pulled tight over her plentiful rump. She turned her head to see a thin, two foot length bending from side to side, growing inch by inch with each passing moment. She giggled and seized her growing tail in her hands, her nails long and pointed, not quite claws yet, but well on their way.
She shivered with delight as pleasurable sensations went through her as she stroked the new addition, running her fingertips over the underside especially. Her fixation upon it seemed to draw more attention to it.
Thalia didn't seem to have noticed that Helena was changing again, nor that she was almost outright playing with herself as she continued to speak, "So as a Summer fey, born an only child I'm lacking my Winter balance. But with my Echo heritage pretty thinned out, I'm not exactly forced to do the changes, or limited to someone I have an attraction to."
"But eventually I had no choice but to pick somebody to be my Winter, destiny demanded it. I trained for awhile, to keep my talents in check so I don't end up fantasizing over some woman in the street and end up giving her hooves, or claws, or a big, thick, sweet, throbbing monster cock." The Fey said, licking her lips.
"Everything is all tied together with me. I have to pick someone who I'll be bonded to very, very deeply, who will become a sort of mirror of me, my sister in Winter. But destiny also demands that I fall in love with her and because we are the balance for one another, she would be coaxed into falling in love with me as well."
The fey's fingers began to slip beneath her miniskirt, rubbing the lips of her sex through her already soaked panties, "Though it wouldn't be a problem at first. It would take awhile for the two of us to link up."
Helena crawled over to the Fey, her forked tongue tracing over her neck, "And you found me wandering in the forest one day, thought I was cute, and we played together, didn't we? Back when we were little?"
Thalia nodded, moaning with pleasure as Helena's taloned hands found their way to the pixie's breasts.
"But the Feywood being the Feywood, the power was of a beguiling nature, wasn't it? Meant to coax and compel me to stay. But each time we met, I always went home, always forgot, and always came back. Until the day I walked out of the woods with bone white skin and my mother forbade me from playing there."
Thalia gasped and shoved Helena over, "Oh goddess, I need... need..."
The dragon-like girl gripped her lover's body, and with an almost superhuman strength lifted her and spun her around. Helena growled and tore open the fey's panties with her sharp teeth, sending her reptilian tongue questing inside after the thick, honey-like juices.
Thalia sighed happily, her needful lust being deliciously quenched. She leaned down and took Helena's tail in her hands, the new appendage now over four feet in length and as thick around as the girl's wrist. The fey ran her tongue over the underside, "Beautiful," she murmured to herself.
"I've been... mmm... following you since the day you didn't come back, but always at school. I... l-left the forest to follow you, but y-you didn't remember me, so I... oh gods... have been waiting until destiny forced me to come to you, when I couldn't help but start changing you. S-since yesterday morning, we're both of age and as a Nymph I... I can't help but lust for you."
Helena's tail continued to grow, its length nearing six feet, and showing no signs of slowing. Thalia's caresses with hands, lips, and tongue felt wonderful, giving Helena a sense of erotic, sensual pleasure. It wasn't quite sexual, but it was close and if Helena abandoned her restraint to finally allow her lust to spill forth, it would likely be able to bring her to climax with the sweet stimulation.
Thalia moaned delightfully, the wild, lustful, vibrant bastion of Summer that she was, all hot, vibrant passion and oppressive heat. Days and nights in summer would come and go, taking the heat with them. Summer's lusts were many and fleeting, Winter's pleasures, however, were gradual in their coming, and then clamping down in a powerful embrace that would not let up until the Spring thaw. She wriggled and writhed and bucked against Helena's probing tongue and questing lips.
"I... I love your tail, Helena." Thalia whispered, the new limb fully formed now, a full nine feet in length, "If I concentrate really hard for awhile, I can reverse changes. But..." she planted a kiss upon the tip of her lover's tail, the white skin turning purple. Thalia watched as black spikes began emerging from the top and bottom of the tailtip, an amethyst membrane, like that of the girl's wings, forming between them.
"But I want you to have this always." She finished, letting out a delighted cry as Helena made a loop in her tongue, encircling the pixie's clit for a moment as she withdrew, for just a moment.
"So do I." the Winter Fey said softly, "I want to keep all of this. I just... I... oooh!" she moaned, arching her back.
A cold chill shot down her spine, spreading through her bones. Her legs felt numb for a moment, pops and cracks heard from them as well as a low grinding sound as bones reshaped. The leather of Helena's pants groaned as the flesh and bones beneath them shifted around, the mass moving around to take on a new shape.
Also shifting were the Winter Fey's boots, the purple latex reshaping itself, the toes of the boots opening to allow the heavy claws of Helena's transformed feet to emerge without wrecking the beautiful footwear. The shining silver talons seemed to only add to the beauty of Helena's attire.
Her entire stance had changed; she would now walk upon the balls of her feet. She gasped once more as her feet continued to alter, five toes becoming three, her lower leg shrinking, her feet lengthening, the tilt and elevation of her boots similarly shifting to match her new gait.
What was more, the muscles within them felt different, Helena found herself almost 'clutching' at her boots, an action that became truer as the heels of her boots parted, allowing a fourth toe to extend from the back, allowing her to perch like a bird of prey upon a ledge or rooftop.
The cold need within Helena was beginning to warm, though she was content to let it continue to build and grow. Thalia let out a soft cry, a sweet torrent flowing forth from her sex that Helena greedily lapped up. The Summer Fey virtually collapsed atop her lover, where she lay for several minutes. Helena continued her ministrations, but slower, more gentle, coaxing out a dozen small aftershocks of climax, bringing her lover down slowly from her powerful climactic high.
Thalia stood, offering a hand to help the much larger Helena to her feet. The offer made them both giggle. Somehow Helena had grown once more, the pixie looking more and more like a true, tiny flitting Fey as time went on. Helena estimated her height at close to seven feet, and that was before she included the platform heels and her altered stance.
Thalia hugged her, almost purring as she pressed her cheek against the smooth skin of Helena's midsection. The powerful new Fey ran a hand over her snow white skin, so smooth it almost seemed to gleam. It also felt wonderfully soft to the touch, yet just beyond it was the hardness of solid, powerful muscle, giving Helena great strength.
She reached down and lifted her lover into her arms, curling her wings around the small Fey. She ran her taloned fingers through her lover's emerald hair.
"Y-you're okay with us being... you know..." Thalia said softly, her old shyness returning.
Helena chuckled, "Why wouldn't I be? I feel so wonderful like this. I absolutely love all the changes, though my parents are going to freak out if they see this..."
Thalia blushed, "Umm... sorry. I might be able to teach you a disguise spell, but it only fools vision."
"Don't worry about it. My parents aren't all that touchy-feely, and they're usually working. How do you think I managed to give my babysitter the slip and come and see you in order for you to start all of this, hmm?" she purred, nuzzling her lover's neck.
"B-but I can't stop changing you. If there's something I think of that's sexy, I won't be able to... mmm..."
Thalia's protests were silenced by a tender kiss from the Winter Fey. Helena felt the bones in her face and neck popping as she adoringly kissed her soulmate. Her jaw began to press out into a short, blunt, boxy muzzle filled with sharp teeth. Her neck lengthened a few inches, granting her a somewhat serpentine appearance.
Helena could feel the Summer Fey's body heat rising as she began to grow aroused once again. She slipped her taloned fingers beneath Thalia's skirt, eager to caress and pleasure her lover in any way she could. It was her destiny to be her twin's balance, to quench her lusts and fulfill her desires.
As she toyed with her lover's tongue Helena felt a gentle pressure upon her temples, her slek, smooth skin parting painlessly to allow silvery horns to grow. She ran the thumb of one of her wings over the new growth, delighted with the shape and sensation.
They were perfectly smooth and cold to the touch, much like ice. They also resembled icicles in their ribbed shape; through they were far more even and curved along with the roundness of her skull. But like the frozen lances, her horns split apart. A second set began to grow outward, and then a third, each smaller than the previous set. They followed the curve of her brow as well as the contours of her hairline, adding definition to her heart-shaped face.
A stiff breeze managed to penetrate the leafy surroundings, making Helena's amethyst hair stir, tickling her wings, back, and the top of her tail. Her hair seemed to grow a few inches longer with each change. Once more she used her wings to explore her new additions as her hands were full of moaning, dripping, lustful pixie. Helena's hair looked more radiant, more lustrous, and yet the coloration had become deeper and more vibrant.
"So, Thalia, how many more times do I have to pleasure you until we can sit through an entire showing of the movie?" the beast-girl purred.
Thalia gasped and panted, grinding against her love's hand, "Mmm... I think about four or five."
"Well then, we better hurry up, or else we'll miss the 10 o'clock showing..."
-o-
The film wasn't all that great, the usual popcorn flick with guns and explosions, but Helena enjoyed it all the same. Sitting in one of the theater's oversized seats for some of the larger Aerth races with Thalia curled up in her lap was enough to make the movie worth the price of admission.
Despite having eaten before the showing, Thalia emptied a large bag of popcorn, a box of malted milk balls, and went back for refills on her large soda. Twice. It wasn't surprising, as a Summer Fey, deeply aligned with elemental fire, it only made sense that she had a metabolism like a furnace. Also likely a holdover from the normally small pixies, who would have to eat quite a bit in a day, even with magic, in order to maintain body heat.
Thalia, almost half her lover's size, had sat atop the soft cushion provided by Helena's tail, which had grown longer and thicker during the show, it was about half again as long as it had been before, making it almost twice Helena's height.
As the film's explosive climax came, Helena felt something sympathetic stirring within her loins, the solid icy feeling of her lust beginning to melt. It had grown to glacier proportions, and for the first time she found herself growing eager for its release.
She felt Thalia beginning to grow a bit anxious in her lap, the honeyed scent of the faerie's arousal upon the air. The smaller fey shifted position in Helena's lap, straddling her soulmate's hips.
"Oh my love, I... I don't think I can..." she panted, slipping her hands beneath Helena's halter, caressing the navy blue nipples atop the plentiful orbs.
Helena drew in a sharp breath between just as sharp teeth at the sensation. Summer's flame had reached the icy recesses of her desire, and threatened to release it all in an avalanche of carnal need.
"I've been trying to avoid this, but I... I just can't stop... mmm... thinking about it."
The Winter Fey could feel a gentle pressure within her belly, where the frozen tide of her need was scarcely contained. She felt it oozing slowly downward towards her sex. She gasped softly as Thalia's small hands slipped beneath the waistband of her pants, the caresses she had spent the better part of an hour delivering upon her love now returned in kind.
Her netherlips felt strangely puffy and thick, her clitoris almost painfully swollen, causing her to cry out. Despite herself, she began to feel a blush spreading across her cheeks, her gaze darting to the some of the other theatre patrons, some of whom were just a seat or two away.
"We're Fey, Helena," Thalia whispered, her small tongue tracing over the smooth, sleek, almost slick skin of Helena's breast. It almost shone like a mirror, so smooth was it. She looked like an ice sculpture made warm and lively, the essence of hard, solid, translucent, reflective ice somehow transmuted into comparatively soft, mobile flesh that somehow still managed to retain all the primal characteristics of ice.
"No mortal eyes can pierce the veil of our kind when souls merge for a moment. It is a beautiful, powerful event the likes of which would drive them to tears of pure joy. That and all the screen rooms have been enchanted just so two Fey can make love here without being noticed. A centaur could blow his load in your popcorn and you'd never notice. You'd just think you've had your fill of popcorn and spilled your drink on yourself." She said with a giggle.
Helena found herself fixating on the image of the centaur, the huge, broad, powerful, very well endowed semi-equine race. She wondered what it would be like to walk around on four legs, but even more she found herself thinking of the big, thick, hot, dripping, throbbing horse-cock that put those of mortal men to shame.
Most people didn't realize that the size of the equine phallus was due to the similarly large size of the horse. Humanoids had one of the larger ratios of body size to male genital ratios in all of the animal kingdom. Mix in a bit of humanoid blood onto a large, quadrupedal frame, and you would put anyone hung like a horse to shame.
"Oooh, what are you thinking about?" Thalia purred, continuing to stroke her lover's still swelling nether regions, "No wait, don't tell me, I want it to be a surprise!"
The rapidly melting iceberg of Helena's lust now felt like it was outside her body, a few inches in front of her pussy. Or what used to be her pussy. The Winter Fey could feel Thalia's caresses, her fingers were no longer probing inside Helena, rather they were caressing two egg sized and shaped extensions of her labia and toyed with a fist-sized bulge that felt wonderfully sensitive.
"Are... are you making me...?" Helena managed, before the pixie slipped a finger into an opening upon the odd swelling, drawing a fluid rush from within her body.
"Kind of." Thalia admitted, "To be my lover you have to be... well... a boy. But only technically. The rest of you I'm going to keep all women. All soft, sweet curves..." she purred, her wings buzzing slightly with excitement.
"Any second now." She said with an anticipatory giggle, removing her hands from Helena's pants.
"Wh-wha?" was all the serpentine Winter Fey had time to utter before a sudden surge of pleasure turned her iceberg into a torrential river surging over its banks due to a flash flood.
The sensations were more than anything Helena's mortal mind could describe, the only thing that she could think to describe the sensation was 'right.' Her new member formed almost at once upon having the foundation laid for it. The cloth of Helena's undergarmets tore as her massive shaft sprung free, right into Thalia's awaiting depths. Both lovers howled with bliss at the sensations.
The thick, horse-like prick was about the same size as one of Thalia's legs, but thicker around, its girth remaining constant throughout the two and a half foot length. It widened just as it exited Helena's new sheath into an interesting ring, smooth navy flesh continued uninterrupted until the 15-inch mark, where a second ring formed. Beyond that it ceased being equine.
Upon the sides of the shaft were semicircular ridges, and upon the top and bottom were placed marble-sized bumps. Between the two features, an occasional triangular section of the length seemed to fold away, coming to a point. The head of the organ, though Helena couldn't quite feel it, buried as it was in Thalia's womb, was spade shaped, the base where the mighty phallus' head started quickly swelling as it had reached its target.
"Oh gods, Helena! I didn't mean for you to... OOOOH!" the pixie cried, "I was just daydreaming about all my favorite features of... oh those spines feel incredible! And I... I..."
The pixie was silenced as her head was pushed into a massive breast. The young faerie got the message, and put her tongue to better uses than talking.
"Oooh! Stop!" Thalia cried, turning her head to the side, "Not this way! I need to... like... like a..."
The howled with delight as Helena gripped her with taloned hands, turning her fully 180 degrees on her shaft. The Winter Fey snarled and closed her eyes. With a soft pop the two went from the theater to the restroom. Without any lap to sit on, Thalia hung from the air, impaled upon Helena's perfect sextoy of a cock. The Summer Fey gripped the top of the stall door as her soulmate pounded into her, mating her like a beast, just as she had wanted.
She felt the weight of Helena's forearms upon her shoulders as the reptilian Fey gripped the top of the stall as well. But the shadow that fell over her, blocking the fluorescent light seemed to be growing.
Thalia opened her eyes to see powerful reptilian paws to either side of her head, three large, but dexterous toes in the front, and a fourth in the back. Similar to the paws Helena already sported, but these were more like a creature's forepaws, and they most certainly weren't hands.
Through her delight Thalia managed to focus, to send forth her mental eye to see what was going on, something to explain the growing sense of weight upon her back.
Her pleasure seemed almost redoubled by the sight she saw; a new torso was rapidly forming between Helena's waist and her legs, granting Thalia's wish of truly being mated like a beast, and adopting Helena's curiosity about walking around on four legs. The she-beast's cock swelled within Thalia, bringing her close to the limits of comfort for even her magic-infused flesh.
Tears of pleasurable pain leaked from the pixie's eyes as she watched herself being mounted by her one true love, even as Helena's body became more bestial. Her humanoid midsection was narrowing, though her bust was expanding just a bit, still. Her wings were rapidly growing in size, allowing them to carry her much increased mass, moving to a position upon the join between humanoid and bestial torsos.
Her lengthened and thickened tail looked much more natural coming from the rump of a powerful, broad-hipped and shouldered draconic form, the form of the Winter Fey's new lower body that of a large, powerful, entirely male dragon. Well, a male dragon whose musculature adhered to Thalia's ideals of feminine beauty.
The near-dragoness' taloned hands massaged her plentiful breasts, which she would discern later to be an interaction between a humanoid's bust and a dragon's wing muscles, much like the trait enhancement of a Centaur. But for the moment she was fully absorbed in curling her tongue around a plump navy nipple, seeking to wring all the pleasure she could out of her first climax as a True Fey.
She growled, she snarled, her silver-taloned forepaws crushed the metal of the stall divider as she brutally thrust into the tiny fey beneath her. As hard as she pulled back, the swollen knot at the base of her cockhead prevented her from pulling out of Thalia entirely. If not for the supernatural strength of the Fey, each time she withdrew she'd have pulled her lover free from the divider. She wasn't sure how Thalia could fit nearly three-feet of monstercock within her.
It was magic. It was destiny. Helena had become exactly what her soulmate had desired, and the diminutive pixie could take the massive shaft for that same reason. No matter the size, the shape, the sheer power with which the she-dragon thrust into her mate, Thalia would suffer no ill effects. Physics and biology were forced to the side, content only to watch.
It was fate. Nothing else mattered aside from the love and pleasure of two Fey, one Summer, one Winter, one tiny, one massive, one mundane, one monstrous, one female, one shemale.
Two minds.
Two bodies.
But one pure, immortal soul between the two of them, bound in balance, now and forever more. |
(MtF tf half-cow)
Lucious was a hard working man, not... particularly talented, but hard working. He was handsome and had a warm smile, and he was a good person to talk to; it was these reasons he got picked up initially by a very secretive company named RHE. His friend Amanda happened to be a scientist there and he did not even know! RHE did human experimentation so the company was very secretive and operated entirely on a remote island. Lucious was hired as a general helper- cleaning or fixing basic things, but also because they needed staff to be in charge of milking! Now that was the part that put a smile on his face. You see, almost all test subjects of RHE are hybridized with mammals, and designed to be able to give milk frequently. Therefore, the subjects who did not want a machine to be sucking on them, required a soft human hand. Well, it seemed great on paper anyway.
Lucious has been working there for a month and a half now and has not so much as touched a single breast! Heck, he has hardly ever even seen them! RHE already has 4 test subjects on the island, but two had to be released back into the outside world because the test failed completely somehow, so subject 02 and 04 were gone. Test Subject 01 lived in her own massive palace that looked like it belonged to some wealthy emperor, and had her own milking rig custom built into her massive home. Her breasts were so colossal that it would take hours to milk her by hand anyway, so it wasn't really practical. That only left Subject 03, and because of her form, Lorelei lived offshore on a tiny island to the north of RHEI, by the lighthouse. So while he could help milk her and she probably wouldn't mind... the only way to reach her is taking a boat off the west side of RHEI and going all the way north, and then all the way back. Again, very impractical, so she had her own milking station set up. So, all Lucious was doing was helping clean the place up as a glorified janitor. It was clear they were expecting many more test subjects in the future, so Lucious held out hope he would one day be buried in boobies. There was massage parlors, milking stations and even indoor sports and game rooms set up on the ground level of the main facility. They wouldn't set all that up if they did not expect someone to need them. The staff could make use of the game room, sure, but they obviously were not going to need the milking stations for themselves, and there was at least 8 in each of the two rooms for them.
The researchers were also twiddling their thumbs to be fair as well, waiting for new people to sign up for the program. Most of what they did was running simulations to half-test theories. Using spells to simulate the influence on a physical form, using a clay model. Since it is inorganic though, this doesn't at all account for clashing of existing biology or genetic differences that could influence the changes, but it was the best they could do without a human subject. Lucious often slipped into the labs to nose around. He especially liked putting in his two cents with their brainstorming sessions on what animal traits they could put together to make a better overall form. They often had rough sketches on whiteboards and Lucious would love looking them over and imagining what they would look like in real life. Who hasn't seen a drawing of a woman with cow traits? Or maybe a part dog. But to be able to see it in real life, actual flesh and blood! Or so he dreamed.
One day Lucious was helping them install new racks in the main labs. These racks were made of of two metal bars that could be pulled out from the wall- the other side was cold storage to keep everything preserved. The inner facing sides of the two bars had magnetic circles on them the vials could be placed between- this would keep the vial hovering between the two bars without physically touching them, preventing them from rattling around. Lucious was finishing up on the first rack, placing a coin between the bars to make it hover in place to see if it was working.
"Okay, hand me one of the tinctures. It is working but a coin is solid metal. Tincture bottles have a lot less metal in them, just a small thin metal circle on the bottom and top, so we need to see if the fields are strong enough to hold an actual vial."
Amanda handed him one of the vials to place in. It was not even a full tincture really- the vial contained just cow traits to be passed to a person, which on its own isn't an experiment, because they already knew it would work- that was one of the most basic transformative tinctures they made back with their founder Moth was still there. To make an actual test out of it, this tincture would be mixed with another that would either focus the traits into specific areas or blend them with another creature entirely. Lucious placed it between the bars and carefully removed his hand- it held! He tapped it toward the top and bottom to test how stable it was, and it still held. The magnets were yanking it both up and down with enough force that you would have to very deliberately be trying to remove it to get it out- there could be an earthquake and that vial still wasn't going anywhere.
Amanda smiled and clapped. "You are so good at this sort of stuff!"
Lucious shrugged. "Meh. I used to muck around with my PC obelisk a lot. I basically just learned this stuff by randomly messing around and seeing what worked."
She laughed. "Sounds like the research team."
Another of the researchers named Morgan yelped suddenly though and fell face first into the carpet! The lights in the room flickered and the vial suddenly clinked against the bottom bar before breaking in half on Lucious' head! It happened so fast no one knew what problem to assess first! Morgan tripped over the power cable which was running across the floor, because the equipment was still being installed and the wiring wasn't tucked away because it was still being worked on! That cut the power to the rack however and dumped the tincture onto Lucious! The overseer was rushed to the situation. The whole reason the magic was placed into the form of a tincture instead of directly into the person is because it is meant to change their genes- to make the form permanent so that mana does not need to be constantly fed into the subject to maintain their shape. That meant they could not cast a reversal spell and negate what was going to happen to Lucious. There was other problems too though... the first being the tincture was meant for a woman, not a man. Men are not known to lactate. The other being that it is supposed to be injected, not dumped on your head. It won't circulate through his body properly, it was being concentrated in his head and progressively more diluted as it went down. Lucious was hoping they would be able to just give him something to negate it and be back to work by the afternoon. Instead, he was given the title of Test Subject 05 by the afternoon, and brought down onsite.
Trying to look on the bright side of things, this meant he did not have to work cleaning up equipment and tinkering in the offices anymore- he would have free food and shelter for the rest of his life like other test subjects were offered. This also meant that when the area became populated more- he would be right in the middle of the action. There was five homes already built in the valley for test subjects and none of them currently occupied, so he was assigned the first one at the bottom of the long gradual slope that lead back up to the giant plateau the main facility was built on. All the homes in the valley were basically identical anyway so it ultimately did not matter which he was given. He felt normal all afternoon, nothing changed. Maybe they were wrong? More likely, it just took longer because he bathed in the potion instead of being injected. He started to get a massive headache around dinner time. He bowed forward and rubbed his head, feeling large, strange bumps around his temples just before he was about to pull some food out to start cooking a dinner. When he straightened back up he forgot the freezer door was open and cracked his head on it- hard enough to cause the dumps to rupture through the skin! Great, now his forehead was bleeding, and he has two short but wide horns!
His ears started to feel sort of cramped; they were growing but at a very slow and steady rate, causing the cramped feeling to concentrate at the very edge of his ears as they became pointier. The cartilage was thinning, as they became leaf shaped. Amanda came to check on him the very next day, and also noted after a night of sleep his nipples had turned from powder red to a magenta pink, and lost the few hairs he had there before. They were starting to look puffy, and the surface of the areola had expanded a bit.
"You can't undo the tincture I got on me but... can you add another?"
Amanda was a bit surprised by that. "Uh... yea? There is no limit to how many we slap on, why? We don't even know how THIS one is going to affect you yet."
He poked his puffy nipples. "Well, I think I would rather be a woman with boobs than a man with boobs."
"Oh... you... want us to flip your gender? That would probably make your form more stable. Because it will be trying to give you female cow features... the fact you are male will clash directly with them, causing them to be diluted and ineffective. Like, even if you had boobs you probably won't be able to lactate, or not much anyway. Your hormones will be constantly arguing with the change. Are you sure though...?"
He blushed. "I mean... sure. If you have to do something anyway, might as well do it right, right?"
And so later that morning Amanda returned to inject him with a tincture that would cause him to turn female. Again, simple enough change, that was something RHE could whip up without any problem, and at least this tincture was administered properly. It also worked faster than the first. Only an hour after she left, Lucious felt oddly tight. His skin firmed up and felt really bouncy and smooth suddenly. His body hair was becoming much more subdued, his pours became smaller and the hair he had on his forearms fell out entirely. He could not tell if it was the second tincture or just the thought of how he was changing, but he was feeling a bit turned on too- though his penis remained fully flaccid.
By the afternoon he had C cup breasts, and his nipples were much bigger than before- though still within a completely normal range. They felt oddly firm and hot though. Lucious examined himself in the mirror and already his face was quite different. By now he would have short bristly facial hair growing back in but his face was totally smooth still. His chin was a bit more narrow, his cheek bones a bit more defined, and his adam's apple was no longer visible on this throat! His skin looked so soft and supple! Lucious' black hair went to his chin in length before but was now to his shoulders. He blushed and leaned forward to look at his own breasts in the mirror and gave them a squeeze. As soon as he squeezed them, the firmness shifted forward with a strong pressure and his nipples tingled from the pressure before beads of white formed on their surface! He was lactating! He grabbed them closer to the areola and pulled forward a bit while squeezing and several thin streams fired into the sink. Since it was part of his original job description- Lucious knew how to properly milk a teat. As he milked himself into the sink, his breasts quickly felt much better and softened back up into jiggly mounds. They were like super soft rubber. After being milked though, touching his nipples directly did not feel good. They become oversensitive from milking and need time to rest and reset.
That night his dreams were strange and wild- everything from reliving old memories except in the body of a girl, to being in a field getting plowed by a bull. His brain ran over every wild possibility of the changes and acted each out as a short dream- blending them together, however nonsensical the continuity. He woke up in a sweat, and cried out, but then startled himself with his own cry and rolled off the bed, smacking his face on the floor beside it! He thought someone else cried out, because his voice was quite different now, it sounded womanly! He went to bed early the night before so Lucious also woke up before he normally would- the sun was getting ready to rise, but wasn't there yet. Lucious shuffled to the bathroom, still rubbing the sleep from his eyes and looked in the mirror again. He couldn't see his breasts in the mirror anymore! He was a few inches shorter than he had been, which meant his chest wasn't high enough to be in the reflection. His hair now went to his shoulder blades, and the roots were turning grey toward the front only. His eyebrows were thinner and his mouth and nose much smaller- lips very plump and red. He looked totally female now! Well... except between his legs. His penis was much smaller now, only half the size it had been at most, and unable to become erect at all anymore. Even his balls were much smaller, just the size of little grapes, and his scrotum had become smaller along with it, looking like a lil' penny pouch. On physical examination there was a depression on the underside of his balls- the muscle that makes up the pelvic floor was softening and opening up there, getting ready to invert his equipment.
Lucious could now pivot his ears around- and they did so automatically when he was not actively controlling them. His horns had gotten a bit longer but not by a lot. He was given cow genes not bull, so the horns would never be very big at all, unless he was given a very specific breed of cow. His breasts were huge now too! And very heavy. He could tell immediately they were overfull- they were blushing pink, the nipples were reddened and the breasts were perfect spheres.... that isn't a shape they naturally take. They looked like F cup, but it was hard to judge when they are overinflated like this. The nipples were moist even before he touched them at all, pressing on his breasts anywhere was enough to cause them to express, so he started emptying into the sink again. It seemed a waste to let so much milk go down the drain- but test subject milk cannot be used till a day after their transformation finishes, at risk of their milk carrying some of the transformative properties and transmitting it to someone else.
He groaned softly as he finally finished. "I need to keep on top of these things. It hurts when they get too full."
Amanda stopped by again to check on him later in the morning. She spotted something he did not- his tail bone was slightly longer, and he had what looked like a giant bruise on his upper back. It was the skin itself becoming discolored- it was a cow splotch fading in. It felt embarrassing as heck having to strip down to let his friend examine him, but he would still rather it be Amanda than a random other researcher.
She gave him a playful slap on the butt when she finished examining him and giggled. "Oh, I am sorry, I couldn't help it! Your butt is looking rounder!"
Lucious just smiled and shrugged, starting to put his clothes back on. "It is fine. It sort of doesn't even feel like my own body anyway."
"What do you mean?"
"It is so different from my old body it kind of feels like I just... stole someone else's body. Like, mentally it is still me, but its like I am wearing a costume or something, so I don't feel quite as embarrassed being nude because it is like you aren't looking at the real me... even though it is."
"Yea... I kinda get what you mean. I better get back to the main facility though! Someone activated Protocol Zero some time late last night."
"Protocol Zero?"
"Remember those two test subjects that were let go? Well, turns out they did transform, it was just extremely delayed. So Test Subject 00 was dispatched to recover them. They should be back on RHEI within a day... if nothing else goes wrong."
By the time Samantha left, Lucious had to milk himself again. His breasts had not started to tighten again, but he was feeling the weight- they were comfortably full. The changes were putting his hormones into overdrive so he was created milk at an extreme rate. Of course- this also meant he was ravenously hungry because his body needs the material. His hands were feeling a bit cramped and stiff as it approached lunch. He did not check the mirror again, so Lucious did not notice his lips becoming more pale, turning from red to pink. The bridge of his nose became wider gradually as well- too gradual for him to notice it by feeling. After milking himself again he noted his breasts were bigger again. Each one looked like a K cup- if not just outside the range of named bra sizes. Each breast was like a medium sized beach ball! Well, when he was wearing his shirt anyway, which was filled to max. With no top holding them up, the bottoms eclipsed half his midriff, elongating into perfect teardrop shape.
When he sat down to watch TV to pass the time Lucious could not help but have his hand in his pants. Feeling his poor genitals shrinking away ever so slowly. He would be sad to see them go, though he was aroused by what he would get in exchange. Mentally Lucious was not changing at all, so he was still a hetero male- in a woman's body, so he was now turned on by... himself. His nipples slowly became uncomfortable in the top. They were growing too, and his breasts already stretched the top out. With the shirt holding his tits up they stuck out far enough in front of him that he had a two foot long blind spot on the floor immediately in front of himself. The shirt was so stretched by them that his entire midsection and the bottom of his chest was exposed because there wasn't enough fabric left to cover anything else- which meant the bottom of his boobs were also exposed. Usually when lactating the areola darken to act as targets for infants in contrast to the rest of the skin, but his seemed to be doing the opposite now. They became more pale like his lips, turning from magenta to base pink and then to candy pink. Lucious passed it off as minor muscle spasms, but he would occasionally feel something squirming under the skin around his arm pits and the base of his breasts. It was actually the milk veins expanding and restructuring. The way cows make and store milk in their mams is not the same as a human- his were switching to bovine.
By noon he finished off what food he had left, and since RHE was likely not expecting him to need a restock so soon he had to hit the red button inside the top of the fridge- which sent a signal to the main facility that he needed an immediate restock of food. He also heard a helicopter in the distance. RHEI does not appear on any maps, and there are no air traffic routes that go over the island, so the only helicopter that would be here is a RHE chopper, which was likely the one sent to recover Test Subjects 02 and 04. Lucious leaned on the kitchen counter, grunting at the feeling of his penis feeling tight. His shaft was basically non existent, his foreskin was bunched into a ring of fat skin folds around his glans and that was basically all that was left of it, and it feel like his body was trying to yank it inside, but it couldn't fit yet. His breasts were also getting real heavy. They did not feel nearly full yet, but the weight inside was straining him so he wanted to milk them anyway just so he did not hurt his back. He never had breasts at all before now, so his lower back muscles were not equipped to deal with the weight in the least bit. He got himself a glass of water before he started to milk himself into the sink again, but his fingers were so stiff, they did not respond well to any input. When he tried to bring the glass of water to his face his hands tightened on their own and the glass slipped right out of his grip! It hit the floor on the bottom so thankfully it did not shatter- it still splashed water everywhere. With a growl he bent over quickly to grab it and clean it up but completely forgot the position of the island counter and smashed his head against it- knocking himself out!
By the time he woke up, well, he was not a HE anymore. In place of his tiny underdeveloped genitals was now a tiny underdeveloped vulva! It looked almost comically small on her body- the vagina barely large enough to fit a single finger inside. It had still only just formed, so it still had a lot of growing to do. Aside from that though- inverting her genitals also caused her hips to become much wider, her thighs wider- and as a result, her butt rounder. She felt a slight cramp in her butt as she went to sit up and realized it was her tail. It was much longer now, but was not yet properly formed so it was quite stiff still. Lucious glanced at his feet and sighed- his legs and feet seemed totally normal still so that was good. Maybe it was diluted enough that she only got minor bovine traits. She put her hands down on the tile floor to get up and immediately pulled them off when she heard the loud clack! Her arms were still completely human structured- till the wrist. Her hands were entirely gone without a trace! She had cloven cow hooves! She also winced at the feeling of her taught breasts wobbling around- even larger than before! Getting knocked out before she was able to milk herself seemed to be the final straw for her body- the very slow trickle of change finally built up into a burst, and now that she was awake again it was activating!
Lucious struggled to get up; hooves were a lot less friction against a smooth tile floor and counter tops than flesh, so she could not really get a grip on anything around her. She started to get up but the immense weight of her boobs caught her off guard and caused her to fall forward onto her hooves and knees. Fat milk veins bloated below the surface. The pressure in her breasts oddly concentrated toward the front- there was no such pressure at their base, so it was not equally distributed like it had the other times she filled up. Her nipples were almost twice as fat as when she went to sleep and were leaking down her front and pooling milk on the floor because of how tightly they were wedged into the fabric. The pressure behind them made them itch, and stretch longer, which dragged them on the inside of the top, driving Lucious nuts! She could not grab her top to pull it up, but managed to hook her primary hooves around the bottom, and wedge her dew claws into it for extra grip. When she yanked up however her boobs followed the shirt! They were pressed so tightly together she could not pull her shirt back off! The fabric being wet only helped it cling even worse. It was getting tighter! The milk escaping on its own went from a slow trickle to a steady dribble. Desperate, she reached a hoof under the bottom, squeezed it between her breasts and then pushed the front of her shirt against the side of the counter and rubbed the two together. Her hooves were newly grown; because they have never been used to walk on yet, their edges should be extremely sharp, like those of a newborn calf. Sure enough, she cut a notch in the front which her boobs promptly yanked into a large circle.
Lucious was going to try and stand up again but suddenly felt the muscles in her neck pulse! The veins throbbed to keep delivering blood around the increasing muscle mass and her neck made hollow popping sounds as it actually grew longer, while also swelling thick with muscle! Oh no- all the potion was dumped on her head so all the transformation was concentrated toward the top. Features that were meant to be spread out or in the lower body were unable to get to where they were supposed to!
"Oouu no!" She startled herself with the sound of her deepening voice. "Mouy head has been throouuugh enough already!"
Her voice was deepening, but it still sounded feminine. The double wide bridge of her nose she had not even seen yet started to expand outward now! The end the same candy pink as her lips, the two linked together by the coloration! She was almost forced to wretch as the tongue in her mouth grew huge in a surge- the flesh of the tongue was easier to expand than bone so it grew much faster than its surroundings, overflowing the mouth. Her shirt tore a little more, and a little more, but her nipples were screaming to be free. Unable to wait for it to happen on its down, Lucious thrust his chest out and lurched forward, ramming the corner of the counter side into her cleavage. It force-divided her breasts and caused the tear to go all the way up to her collar and all the way down to the bottom, causing the shirt to violently pop in half! As soon as the boobs were free, Lucious seen they were changing in more ways than size! The nipples were basically teats now- as thick as a thumb and just as long too. The areola were very distended and the neon pink of their flesh was bleeding backwards onto the breast itself! The pink coloration was spreading further up, consuming the breast! Now free from the fabric, the teats were no longer leaking, which immediately told her they were not full- the pressure was changes happening to the breasts themselves.
"Ouuuu fuck! M-moooo face!" With a long series of cracks and snaps, the bones of her skull started to stretch!
Her jaws advanced forward and her nose expanded, pulling her face outward! Her teats were also continuing to get fatter, but not width-wise, which made them look a bit unusual in shape. It felt like someone was squeezing the skin inward toward the base of her areola, without any thing actually touching them. Her face stopped advancing- it was no were near a full cow muzzle and tiny compared to an actual cow head. Her skull remained human in shape, only the face had advanced into a mini muzzle. She let out a long, booming moo and arched her back, thrusting her chest out as her boobs surged on their own! The pressure finally burst! Her areola divided in half! Her teats split from the base out to the tip, and her breasts quickly slowed to a stop finally! Each almost the size of a beach ball, and bright pink fading into her normal skin tone only at her torso. Each breast was capped with two areola and two teats- though they were the exact same color as the rest of the boob now. Both breasts together... looked like a cow udder, except the muscle rib that would divide the teats horizontally. The cleavage basically replaced the vertical rib. As part of the internal restructuring of the breasts to be more like udders- they now stood higher on the chest. They were still tear drop shaped because that is just how gravity is going to react with them, but they were much rounder, shorter tear drops than you would think possible naturally. That made her even more top-heavy though; not allowing them to sag lower put her overall balance even further off its center.
"Can I still tooo- t- talk? Oouukay. At least have that goooing for me."
Struggling quite a bit, Lucious finally managed to stand and hobble to the bathroom to look in the mirror. She had a black patch that consumed both ears and the base, and the front of her face was neon pink. It was like a slightly humanized cow head and neck! Her hair stopped growing when it reached the middle of her back. The grey roots she had before continued to drain of pigmentation and now the front of her hair was stark white, while the rest remained black. Basically, her bangs specifically were white. The huge splotch on her upper back was now totally black, and her right arm from the hoof to almost her elbow was black- the rest of her remained normal skin tone. Lucious did not grow any fur on her body at all except a diamond shaped patch of fur where her pubic hair should be. Even once it finally finished growing her tail was naked except for the tassel on the very end, which is technically hair not fur. Normally mythological creatures have the lower half of an animal and the upper half of a human but she is backwards! Even her udder-boobs were supposed to be between her legs no doubt. Without hands she cannot pick up or operate anything normally, and with these gigantic tits she was so extremely top heavy she could barely stand up in the first place- and without hooves for feet, her regular human feet got sore quickly carrying all this around! At the very least, her regular human pants still fit basically the same- she just had to have the waist a bit lower in the back to let her tail out.
When Amanda arrived to check up on her, she had to immediately write up a checklist of things they needed to do. She tried her best to cheer up Lucious- RHE would figure something out! They would never leave a test subject hanging! The homes had television to keep them entertained and PCs with internet access, though the PC had a built-in block on RHE; preventing them from leaking information to the outside world through the net. The problem is... these required hands to operate, which Lucious no longer had. She had her food delivered to her, but no longer hands to prepare said food. Even if they made a shirt that could actually fit her- how would she get it on and off without hands to grab it with?!
Lucious bowed his head in depression as she sat on the couch, just wearing a blanket over her shoulders. "I wasn't even supposed to booo- b- be a test subject in the first place! Now I am fucked..."
Amanda pat her on the head. "Noo no no. We will figure this out! The sorceress Paragon Moth taught us how to re-configure the human genome and blend it with others! Compared to that, this is nothing! You think we can't figure out a lil' problem like this?"
Lucious brought her feet up onto the couch, shoving her tits up with her knees and then rest her chin in her own warm cleavage. "I don't see how yoouu would fix this. Give me psychic powers so I can dooo things with my mind?" They both jumped a bit at the sound of an electric guitar suddenly. "What is that?!"
Amanda smiled. "That would be your new neighbor across the way. Test Subject 02 and 04 are returned home safe and sound. 04- Lauren- was apparently a rockstar before. She was given a guitar and amp as part of her home set up. Speaking of neighbors though... how are you going to introduce yourself?"
Lucious hummed in thought. "Good point. Loooocious isn't a very feminine name."
Amanda shrugged. "I mean, you don't have to change it if you don't want. Whether you want them to know what you used to be is up to you."
"No no! Definitely don't tell them I uooosed to be a man. At this point I don't want to remember myself. If I name myself something toooo different I might forget and give myself away, haha. Lu...cia? No, that doesn't even souuuund like a real name."
"Lucretia?"
"Toooo fancy. Oh, how about just Lumooo - ack, Lulu."
"Lumoo it is." Lulu lowered her eyebrows and Amanda just snerked. "I will be back as soon as we have word on what we are going to do to fix you up... or, tomorrow to check up on your again I guess- whichever comes sooner. In the meantime, it is a bit out of the way but since you cannot make your own food, come up to the main building and just eat with the rest of the staff for now. You can stop by the lactation stations on the way out and empty out before you return for the night.
Once Amanda left, Lulu attempted to milk herself to get rid of some of the weight if nothing else, but she could not stand straight enough to get her massive rack onto the counter to milk into the sink like before. Embarrassing as it was, she had to walk on all fours and make her way to the bathroom, hefting her huge udders onto the side of the bathtub. She had no fingers so gripping the teats properly was impossible. Like an udder though, her boobs now had actual reservoirs to store milk that was already made- it gathered in the area of her virtually invisible areola, and fattened the teats. So she pushed in on this part of her boobs, squeezing between hoof and tub and managed to milk herself that way. It wasn't very efficient, but she did get some out at least. Also by doing this she discovered another difference. A true cow udder has its own production and storage for all four segments, but Lulu only has two. Each breast had two teats, but they were both fed by the same supply of milk. So you only needed to empty two of her four teats to exhaust her supply.
No matter what Lulu was trying to do, she never put her arms down at her sides anymore. She was subconsciously compelled to hold them on either side of her huge tits as if to protect them from something. Lulu could not do much else because of her lack of hands, but found plenty of entertainment watching her own rack jostle around. Even when full her teats had a lazy arc downward from their own weight. The skin was very elastic, and when she shook her chest her teats flicked around much quicker than her breasts rolled back and forth. She could tell from the feeling of her teats flopping around on the ends of her boobs she would love having them pulled... but could not pull them herself. She also could not masturbate properly at risk of cutting herself with her hooves. That was another thing to add to the to-do list. She needed a grinding stone to smooth the edges of her hooves.
Without anything to be done yet, Lulu headed to bed and decided to just get some extra sleep. The bed was quite comfortable- her bedroom window had been open so the sheets were cool to the touch and refreshing. It was winter on the island, though everything still green outside- the island was in the sub-tropics so this was as cold as it will ever get. Lulu pressed a hoof over her pussy in frustration, then slipped it under her pants. Yea, she needed the hooves filed down asap. Her vagina was still growing- it was still a bit on the small side for her body size. Her clit was still a bit shaped like the glans of a penis before minus the urethral opening, but now it has compressed and rounded into a proper clit. When Lulu grunt in frustration and pulled her hoof back out from her pants, she slapped herself in the face with her tits by accident from the movement of her body! Like Newton getting domed by an apple- this caused Lulu to have an idea. She cupped her lower areola with her hooves and gently pushed them forward- causing her boobs to bend toward her face! She was just pushing the fronts, rolling the breast up toward her own face and as soon as she could, grabbed a teat in her own mouth! Her breasts were more than big enough to allow her to suck her own teats! Her milk was heavy with a hint of sweetness. It was half cow and half human as well- so its density was more like cream, but not quite the calorie-bomb raw cow milk would be. She bunched her legs up and thrust her hips into the air, causing her boobs to roll backwards and smother her face. She pressed on their undersides with her hooves. She sucked her own milk supply dry and gently nibbled on the long fat teats with her face pressed into the tit flesh as hard as she could without suffocating herself. Her new pussy even twitched with mini orgasms a few times from both the feeling and concept of being smothered in tit flesh!
She went to the main facility in the evening for dinner and re-emptied herself in a lactation station. The station was actually really comfortable. It was a padded bed, but arched so you were sort of sitting up- with openings for breasts to go through. You selected which and how many openings you needed. There was one for two breasts, four, two in the crotch, four in the crotch, or udder. Lulu's were half udders in spite of being on her chest so she had to work the flesh through the opening a bit to get them to fit, but they got there. The entire bed was mildly heated as well for comfort, and the suction cups on the ends of the actual milkers softly vibrate to massage the mams. For this reason, there was a rather loud, annoying sounding buzzer when it finished- since most people were put to sleep by the comfort of the process and needed to be woken back up.
Still no word back on what was to be done, Lulu tried to just stay in bed and sleep as long as possible just to pass the time. Lauren across the way prevented that however. Before noon, the sound of her electric guitar once again filled the area. Lulu decided to go introduce himself. She made a breakfast of her own milk supply, so with a full stomach and empty tits she was at least able to stand... mostly straight. Test Subject 02 Nancy was sitting in the grass out front of Lauren's place bopping her head to the music. Lauren had a small front patio she had the amp on, and had one hoof up on the amp and the other on the patio as she shredded on her axe. Nancy looked like your standard cowgirl. Cow ears, tiny stump horns, pink nose and lips, a tail, and hooved feet that transitioned to regular human thighs and hips. Her breasts were very large and from what Lulu seen exposed through her collar- they permanently blushed a slight pink.
Lauren on the other hand was not like anything Lulu had seen or expected- Test Subject 04 had been a bit of a mess up just like Lulu's. Her arms and legs were very long, the legs ended in hooves but the arms ended in what looked like half paw half hand. For this reason her guitar needed to be modified with abnormally strong strings- because otherwise her canine claws would cut them in half. There is no risk of the string cutting her, because she uses her claws like a pick. Her neck was very long and flexible. Lauren's head was human shaped but had a cow face and demi-muzzle. Lulu's face was like a really tiny short cow muzzle, but Lauren's was even more human. Her eyes and forehead were still positioned exactly like a normal human, only her jaws extended out further- so when viewed from the side her face was sort of L shaped, with a sudden out-turn at the bottom half of her nose. She had what looked at first like giant bull horns, but these were actually slug traits, and made of squishy smooth skin, not keratin. When her ears flicked, the many piercings in them clinked together. She had streaks dyed in her black hair and many tattoos around her body, including a particularly lewd one over her right breast. Or... her top right breast. She has eight total. Four C cups on her upper torso, then four G cups on her lower torso. The bottom set was flopped over her short skirt. The top four were small enough to be covered entirely by her shirt- both Nancy and Lauren could wear human clothing. Lauren also had a long tail that looked to be that of a slug as well, and was covered with grey freckles that were actual smooth gastropod skin.
Lauren gave one last slam on the strings before thrusting her hand in the air and sticking out her extremely long tongue- the spike studs on it shining in the daylight. "Ayyy, sup? You Test Subject 05? Or 03?"
Lulu blushed, a bit embarrassed to be outside topless- but no normal top could contain her. "5. You will never see 3 this far in-land. You might want to get to know her though, because of your musical talents."
"Oh?"
"Lorelei was nicknamed The Siren because she has a very powerful voice."
Nancy knew Lauren on the outside, so they were already friends. Lauren had a bit of a foul mouth, but she seemed cool and very... energetic. Neither of them seemed to think twice about Lulu being topless with giant udder boobs. Well... that is the reason they are on the island, so Lulu supposed it was normal for that to be here. She just had a hard time processing it because she was mentally the same as when she was a male. It was normal for women to be topless around each other, but Lulu still considered herself secretly a man. A wolf in sheep's clothing in this environment. Lulu was also amazed at how well Lauren could still play the guitar even though her hands were half-paw. Her and Nancy invited Lulu to sit with them and told her old stories of the band and its tours. The band was called We Might Be Dragons, and their biggest song was Playing Koi.
As they exchanged stories from before they were test subjects, they did not even notice the small group of RHE staff coming to see Lulu with a solution to her problem. Lulu spotted them only as they were stopping out front and one of the staff members pointed to her. Nancy and Lauren did not recognize the cloaked figure in the middle, but Lulu did and immediately rushed over, a bit nervous. The young woman's face was hidden in the shadow of the huge hood. She walked with a large staff, dangling a lit lantern from the top.
Lulu gave a slight bow. "Paragon! It is an honor."
Moth giggled lightly. "Oh please, I am not royalty or anything. To be honest, it is not impossible to undo your changes- especially since all we technically need to change is your hands, BUT, the overseer has been arguing the contrary- insistent on us finding a way around it rather than taking the easy route, and undoing steps of an existing test. Fortunately I have not skipped town just yet so I can slap together a little something."
Moth clicked the bottom of her staff to the ground and a large glowing runic circle formed. She then took a pace back and swung her staff in a full circle, summoning a huge pillar of stone from the ground. She touched her free hand to it and several flat panels flipped outward- only one of which had yet another runic circle on it. She told Lulu to touch the panel and the spell made a copy of her will power. The stone pillar crumbled, flipped around, spread out and then re-compressed! What had been a simple stone pillar a moment before had become a statue of a human! Its expression was rather featureless, its crotch was bare but otherwise it was a rather detailed human figure. Its joints were those of a ball-joint doll, only life-sized. Moth explained that this golem would act as Lulu's servant. It is alive thanks to Lulu's own will, and would do anything she wants. She would just have to be careful when giving it orders like most golem, since they lack the free will to interpret commands- they will do literally what you say without question.
And so Lulu forgot her old life as a man and quickly got accustomed to her new life as a cow half. RHE would install voice command interfaces for most of the home appliances from then out, just in case someone else had to give up their hands, by accident or otherwise. But Lulu simply made her golem do it for her. She quickly learned to use her tail to attend her pussy in bed when she masturbated, while playing with her massive squishy boobs- but the golem can be ordered to use his hands for that too. Lulu would enter into an exercise regime that slowly worked her lower back muscles up so she could stand on her own, but at the same time she technically no longer needed to. After exercising she would get the golem to pick her up and carry her on its shoulders, so she could just rest her tits on his head while he carried her back to bed. It was like having a servant always around to do her bidding! She would often hang out with Lauren and Nancy, and also introduced them to Lorelei at the west shore while they were all exploring the island more.
Amanda caught up with her as Lulu was heading out. "Hey! Where do you think you're going?"
The golem stopped and turned with Lulu on its shoulders. "It has been three days since yoouur last checkup, I figured we were done..."
Amanda paused a moment to catch her breath as she finished running up to them. "Well... I suppose that is true. Technically I wasn't assigned to come check up on you now, I am sort of using you as an excuse to feel the sun on my skin that hasn't been filtered through a window pane first."
Lulu pouted, resting her head in her cleavage like a mobile pillow, while her tits were in turn propped on the head of the golem. "Soou... we just don't see each other anymoooore, huh?"
"Nooo, it isn't like that! You can come visit me whenever you want in the main facility. We haven't got it up and running yet, but there are plans for RHE to set up a shuttle service for the valley once there are more test subjects to warrant it- and make milk to offset the costs."
"Won't I get in trouuble for disrupting research?"
"Nnno.... not if you are there to visit someone specifically. And I invited you! If there is any trouble I will be the one who gets punished, not you. Anyway, how are... things? No more changes right? Milk production slowing down...?"
"Milk hasn't slowed doouuwn, no. I don't moo- m- mind though. Gives me something to a build a schedule around, y'know? Plus, it feels gooood." She rubbed her chin back and forth on her soft tit flesh. "I don't know how youuuu girls can get anything done with these always around to distract youuu~"
Amanda rolled her eyes, placing her hands on her hips. "Well you are mentally still male- I don't think the average woman is infatuated with boobs as much as you are. Not going to lie, I do sometimes just grab them and roll them around when I am bored. I would also like to point out you don't have the blight that is a menstrual cycle. Test subjects by default are incapable of reproducing because their genome is half and half- so in order to be fertilized they would need a sperm cell that is the exact same half n half as they are... which doesn't exist. So, whenever an experiment involves genitals, we generally shut off or re-purpose functions- since they are unable to serve their primary function. You have a vagina and womb, but your testicles just shrank away into nothing- the biomass was repurposed. So you never had ovaries in the first place. No eggs, no periods. You get a hard pass on the most annoying part of being a woman, so of course it's all sunshine and rainbows for you."
"And I have this stone servant ooun my beck and call. I know I have it easy. With a booody like this, I could have just as easy been reduced to a barn animal without hands tooo moo anything. That is why I will make it my mission to help other test subjects moo- w- who have trouble. I think his island has a lot of potential. Not just messing with science to see what sort of things woo- ...we can do but; this paradise island, filled with exotic women?"
"Careful, don't drool on your shiny new servant."
Lulu blushed. "Not just because of hoouw sexy it will be. My changes were terribly inconvenient but also really pleasurable and hot. Having your booody itself changed takes a lot of getting used moo, and its interesting. I think it helps distance yourself from yoour former life too. So coming here is sort of like... a second life. A hard refresh. Everything feels new because yooouur feeling it with an all new body."
Amanda smiled, looking back up toward the main facility a moment, the chopper taking off from the supply tower to escort a new volunteer to the island. "I think you are right."
Slow but surely more test subjects started to pop up on the island and RHE would start building more homes for more subjects. Whenever there was a new subject who had trouble adjusting to their new body- Lulu was always the first to come help them out, because no one knew awkward body types more than Lulu, the inverse cow. Plus... she still enjoyed marveling at the new and unique forms RHE kept coming up with. |
(F tf cow/horse/human, M tf F human/horse/cow)
Louis had a hard time keeping up with his new wife Betty. Louis was a more down to earth, calm sort of person. A bit bland some may say, personality wise. He ate his cereal sugarless, he read the newspaper for entertainment, and his fetish was people fornicating for the sake of love, post marriage only. Kinky, I know. Betty on the other hand cradled a huge jar of green olives like it was a baby, popping them in her mouth as comfort food, flirted with horny teens in online games as amusement from messing with them, and her fetish was finding new fetishes. Louis had short bristly black hair, swept back on his head. He was not too fit but fairly tall and had ice blue eyes behind small rectangular glasses. Betty was a chubby woman, not too much shorter than Louis, with hair to her breasts in spite of being made of gigantic curls. Her hair would likely be to her butt if you actually pulled it straight. Her eyes were cyan, and her face quite expressive- you could sometimes tell what she was talking about simply by how frequently her expression changed during the conversation.
When it came to sex, Louis could not complain, but he struggled to keep up with Betty. She is bisexual so now that she married a man she no longer had any fun with other females- which already dulled things a bit. She tried to convince him to look for a threesome partner but Louis could not bring himself to do it. He wouldn't be able to get it up in bed with two other people there- its too much! Then there was her favorite toy... or more accurately, her formerly favorite toy. A gigantic two sided stiff gel dildo almost the girth of Louis' arm! He was not exactly against the idea of toys, and he knew he was floundering to satisfy his wife in bed so he was willing to try, but it was a no-go. Having no actual experience being penetrated, even going slowly there was no way that thing could fit inside of him.
Betty snuck up behind Louis on the couch and mashed her tits into the back of his head, pinning his face forward from the cleavage. "Guess who~"
"Well I didn't hear anyone break in and you are the only one with a key, so... heh."
She stood up straight and sighed, lowering her brows. "You know what fun IS, right? Anyway, y'know how I have been complaining about how I wished I had bigger tits?"
She had always asked him about what he thought of her breasts, and the answer was always the same. He liked them- they were DDs, not exactly what you would call small. Because she is chubby though, her breasts do not stand out as much from the rest of her as they would on a more petite frame. She was hungry for more, and her taste in fetish porn fuelled the desire. Louis was not against bigger breasts, but made sure to emphasize he thought they were fine as-is.
Betty held out her hand revealing a strange, large flower petal. "My friend recently went on a trip and briefly got to visit the God Qorelle in the Jade Sea- she brought me back a petal from one of Qorelle's flowers!" Betty sounded giddy with excitement.
Qorelle was a plant God that lived in the oceans- her power was to reform bodies to reflect the person's desire, rather than their genetic background. That made Louis nervous, and Betty could tell, but it was her body. True, using Qorelle's power indirectly can be dangerous- Betty had a very vivid and detailed image of what changes she wanted, so there was no room for the magic to go rogue. She told him to get ready for a wild night of sex later, and hustled upstairs and activated the petal's power to 'get changed'. Better felt the power enter her body- it a gentle sensation almost like passing through the surface of water. She knew it worked as soon as the petal turned from pink with yellow edges to solid grey, and became stiff and dry. Even a single petal had more than enough power to change her, but it worked slowly. So slowly she almost did not notice the gentle building pressure in her breasts. Betty fondled them through her sweater as she impatiently waited. What she thought had been growth though was actually just her breasts firming up- their size had not actually changed yet. The pressure was technically growth, but all internal still as the tissue firmed up from increasing density, which caused her breasts to become taught. They raised up higher on her chest and now rather than flop and wobble they jiggled and bounced. Betty pouted at how slow it was going- but the spell was powered on her desire, so the more she desired it, the strong the spell should get.
Betty sat at the laptop on the bedroom desk and slid one hand into her panties and the other on the track pad and opened up her fetish sites to see what was new and exotic today. As soon as she touched herself her nipples went from completely soft to rigid almost instantly and tingled a bit with blood pressure. She flipped her sweater up to rest on top of her breasts pinching a nipple between index and thumb and rolling it as she looked at her kinky sites. Her clit stiffened and throbbed more aggressively than normally possible. Her breasts gently started to stretch bigger- Betty's back arched forward a bit from the feeling which thrust them even further forward. As much as she wanted to forget the world other than her breasts- her throbbing clit was a bit distracting. She tried to look at it but could not- her breasts were too big to see it past them and her bunched up sweater prevented her from parting them to look straight down the middle. She could feel it though- every time it clenched harder it swelled a tiny bit and tingled in pleasure from the stretching nerves! The pulses seemed to become infectious because muscles in her groin started to twitch along and even her torso started to clench a bit. She started to sweat and tossed her sweater off entirely. Betty started to pant as she put her other hand on her stomach to feel the clenching muscles there and realized her gut was no longer where she thought it was. The soft cleft that her belly button sat in the middle of had tightened till it vanished entirely- making her stomach just one round hill. It continued to tighten though- the fat being burned off rapidly which caused her body temperature to rise.
Betty moaned and arched her body even further forward, a mini orgasm hit her suddenly out of the blue and caused the muscles in her lower body to tremble and clench out of her control, all swelling larger! Her calves became toned and her thighs swelled and tightened- quickly swapping fat for muscle, making the growth harder to notice. When her ass cheeks firmed up she wobbled because of her arched posture and flopped both hands onto the table to steady herself- her chair had wheels so if she jerked too suddenly the chair would get fired out from under her. She actually raised up higher a bit as her more solid butt cheeks lifted her entire body! Her clit was huge now, demanding back one of her hands to tend to it. Her outer labia started to fatten up, darkening a bit as they swelled. First blushing neon pink, and then turning almost grey-pink. Betty was panting as she had problems taking a deeper breath- her stomach was in an almost continuous state of clenched now as the fat was consumed to create much more sturdy and dense material- muscle. Her stomach flattened completely! Her clit now the size of a heart shaped ping pong ball and her labia starting to darken further to an almost bruise purple tone she hit a full climax, sliding the chair far back and holding onto the table hard as she squirt juices onto the floor under the table.
Louis had heard her moaning and went to check on her, remaining at the doorway for a minute before quietly leaving her alone. He had only seen her from behind- her swelling ass cheeks shoving her tightening skirt down more to reveal more crack- the venus dimples appearing on her lower back as the muscles tightened and grew, and her tail bone extending into a small, meaty lil' tail. Betty wanted to go further- she had plenty of other changes to go, but was breathless and feeling drained from that much already. The changes would continue slowly without her doing anything, and she was going to have sex with Louis later tonight anyway, so that will speed it up.
There was almost a dull ache in her toenails as they started to grow much thicker- and darkened as they thickened. The joints in her toes started to lock up, preparing to devolve but not doing it quite yet. As she walked around the house as the day went on, she found herself already putting her weight on only the fronts of her feet, just subconsciously. She never did put her shirt back on, remaining topless to flaunt her new assets to Louis.
Louis sighed, seeing her tits squish out on the end of the counter as he was starting to make their dinner. "They're nice. So were your old ones though too. Why do you want them bigger? I mean, not trying to say anything about you making them bigger just... why? Wont that hurt your back?"
"Haven't you ever wondered what having a bigger dick would be like?"
"Not really."
Betty's brows lowered. "And they call me the weird one. Bigger is better~ more pleasure! Yea, they are impractical, and will cause a lot more problems than it is probably worth... BUT that is also negated by magic. I already accounted for the weight in my changes." She turned and motioned to her toned lower back. "Muscle mass increases with their size. I only really notice the weight increase if I bend over- since they pull my center of gravity way forward." She turned again and rest her assets on the counter again. "Imagine looking up to some sort of athlete in a sport you really like, right? Normally you can practice and eventually get to where they are. The less talented you are, the more you need to practice, but with enough effort you can get there. You can't do that with body types. I can increase and decrease my body weight with enough effort and sacrifice but I can't change the shape of my body. I mean, to make my boobs bigger the normal way I would have to become obese, then struggle to lose all the weight again and hope my boobs stay the same ultra fat size... and even then, they will not have the muscle tissue inside to hold their shape- so they would be super loose and floppy. It isn't an identity thing, like with some people. I just really wanted to be a specific way and it was completely impossible without magic. To quote the God Qorelle herself; 'They say the grass is always greener on the other side- I am here to remove the fence dividing those sides'."
Louis smiled. "Well, I am happy you finally get your wish."
Louis seen her brushing her hair aside unusually often- and her hair was not even getting in the way. To Betty it felt like someone gently tugging on her ear tips- her ears were actually getting longer and thinner- reforming into large leaf shapes, slowly gaining a bit of mobility at the base. A tiny surge of intensity of the tugging feeling then a subtle twitch- she would reach up to brush hair off it only to realize the movement she felt was not hair falling over it, it was the ear itself twitching. She told Louis not to comment on most of her changes yet because she was far from done- which was fine by him, he had no idea what to say. Complementing her changes seemed akin to insulting her former appearance, which seemed both against his nature to do, and incorrect. He liked her old appearance, but these new changes were interesting too. As if to try to undo some of her changes, she was absolutely ravenous during dinner, and actually went back for the leftovers they were going to use for another dinner. And then went back to the fridge and ate the vegetable crisper empty! Though they were F cup range now, she could feel her breasts firming up in preparation of another growth surge.
Louis remembered seeing her short tail when he unintentionally peeked in on her earlier. "So, you said you have lots of changes left... are you going to look anything like you did before, when this is done? And... are you turning into an animal? Will you be able to still do human things? What about your mind?"
She went to cross her arms and unintentionally confused herself- unsure whether to cross her arms above or below her tits, as they were too big now to cross in front. "I don't want to say too much because it will ruin the surprise! But I have accounted for everything. It isn't like this is a last minute decision; you know this is something I have been plotting for ages. Some of these changes I have wanted since I was a kid, before I knew they were related to a fetish, or what a fetish even was. It won't affect ou- er, my mind at all, and I will still be somewhat human."
They tried to cuddle together to watch movies later that night but Betty quickly became too horny to concentrate on what was on the screen, and dragging him to the bedroom. Her foot steps clacked on the floor now- her toenails huge, black, and mostly fused together now as a proto hoof. The skin of her toes was fully fused together too and the bones bunched up, but the actual bone count had not gone down yet, they were still individual. He also noticed hair on her thick but small tail now- everywhere except a strip of bare skin on the bottom base of the tail which would remain bare. When he was stripping to get into the bed, she shoved him over and climbed on top of him to pin him down. She straddled his hips on her knees and fell over, smothering his face in her tits! It felt good smooshed on his head- she had not consciously noticed the increase of weight even beyond their growth. They were heavier than they should be for their size- and while her body temperatures normalized again her breasts continued to radiate a heat higher than the rest of her. Louis took a stiff nipple in his mouth and sucked and was surprised by two things at once! First, a jet of hot sweet tasting milk into his mouth! She was lactating now- and given how easy it was to draw out milk; her tanks were full up. Secondly he had though her nipples were stiff but they were just swollen with milk- they were actually still soft, and as they did stiffen from his sucking they reached much larger sizes than before.
Not that it took long for him to get erect- but Betty was grinding on him before he even got there, squeezing his dick between his pelvis and her large dark pubic mound. Whenever her clit pulsed out she hooked it on his shaft and dragged it down the length, painting him with her natural lube. She moaned and pushed her tits into him more aggressively, accidentally blocking his breathing for a few seconds- because her thighs swelled still bigger with muscle and in turn made her ass bigger and rounder again. Betty heard his muffled moan of distress and moved forward, letting him take a breath of air again. She bent her hip forward to aim his now erect penis properly, pressed down on it and then rolled back into a normal sit and slid back properly onto his lap- sinking his shaft in. They both moaned in unison. She lifted up and sat back down several times going oddly slow- her body shivering a bit from the sensation. More nerves were being affected than normal- there was a change coming quick. Betty moaned and rocked her hip back which pulled his scrotum up and pressed her balls on her big butt while grinding the top side of his shaft on the front of her vagina. Her thick labia darkened even further now- turning a matte black and the black flesh even spread further up her crotch, though started to becoming dappled- trailing back into human flesh beyond her belly button. Because of the color change in the skin it was very hard to see when two stiff bumps of flesh formed on her crotch. Pleasure nerves were stretched and branched, causing the pleasure to spread farther up her body. Her taint became black as well, the darkness heading toward her butt. Her anus swelled up into a soft but taught ring as the darkness reached it and turned it black- as well as the nude strip on the bottom of her tail. Her tail twitched every so often as the hairs slowly continued to grow out longer and bushier.
"S-sorry!" Betty blushed as she realized she was so focused on her changes and the automatic pleasure that she was not tending to Louis' needs.
Louis was feeling plenty aroused just from watching and being in her vagina as it changed. She needed to grind him on one side or the other of her passage as it was now too big for his regular human penis to handle otherwise. As Betty bounced on his shaft, her shook her tits- half for Louis and half for herself, smiling at the feeling of the weight sloshing back and forth within. Louis felt oddly tingly and energetic- almost giddy, which was out of character for him. He did not notice his skin becoming a bit softer and smoother- tightening slightly. Betty's tail hair never stopped getting longer- now almost as long as her legs and still going. Her face scrunched up a bit and her leg muscles tensed from the slightly cramped, uncomfortable feeling from her feet as they started to crack and click loudly. The indentations on the hoof that revealed where toes used to be finally swelled out and vanished and the bones inside fused together and swelled up into one giant toe. Her foot stretched tremendously, putting her ankle higher and higher up from her mono-toe. A sort of ghost feeling of pressure started to build up in her hips. A pressure that was more mental than physical- like a vivid anticipation; a memory of something yet to come.
She started to breath heavily, and she stopped dropping so far onto his shaft- making smaller and quicker movements, rocking her hips more than actually lifting herself. "Oh.... oh it's coming. Haaah..."
You could faintly hear the muscle tissue clench and swell suddenly in her thighs and butt- taking on a structure that did not fit her body, which tugged at the bones trying to get them to follow along. With a pop so loud it actually echoed off the walls, followed by several lesser hollow pops in rapid fire- her hips swelled tremendously as her pelvis cracked in half and re-fused in a greatly expanded frame. She fell forward because of it, making sure to mash her tits into his chest and not his face and suffocate him. She ground her hips into his crotch hard as her pussy started to tremble with orgasm- she slid her hips back so her clit was crushed between the two torsos and the base of his dick. The huge spheres of her butt cheeks wobbled entirely on their own from the speed of sudden growth- matching the expansion of her hips to be truly massive and taught with muscle. Subtle bulges of veins could be seen trailing from the black flesh around her privates as the muscles in her crotch twitched wildly in orgasm. This sent Louis over the edge as well, having a very powerful orgasm that felt much stronger for him than usual as well. The bumps on her crotch swelled longer in her orgasm and the flesh around them softened a bit.
Betty and Louis were still catching their breath when she rose up straight and arched her back steeply, thrusting her breasts forward. They were so taught that in spite of their weight they did not sag and jut out as almost perfect spheres in front of her! They started to swell even bigger, blushing pink from pressure and Betty cried out in a high pitch as it felt like her breasts were having their own orgasms! Her pale brown nipples blushed a rosen hue as they exploded in several thin streams of milk without even being touched- just from pressure and growth alone. Because of her angle- the milk came back down like an ultra fine rain on them! She cried out so long in pleasure she was piratically gasping for breath after as the streams trailed off. Betty just flopped over backward completely and Louis' still softening dick flicked out of her hard, swatting his gut. Neither noticed his foreskin had oddly started to grow back. When he did finally get up to get cleaned up- Louis had to do a double-take as he thought his eyes were playing tricks on him, looking at Betty. He seen the shadows on her stomach from the subtle curves of abs now- she wasn't just trim, she was getting a bit buff. At least her lower half was.
When Louis was showering, Betty rubbed her lower legs as she sat on the bed on her side. The bones were so big and dense- her hooves so hard and thick. She was used to being a very soft and squishy person, these limbs were so strong and sturdy. Her fingernails were also tremendously thick now and grey- starting to take on properties of hooves as well. Her fingers stiff and her hands relaxed in a way that made it seem like she was trying to bunch her fingers up. Betty rolled one tit up and then the other- sucking her own breasts to get rid of some of the milk for now. She could feel the skin relaxing back as she drank, becoming soft again. Her breasts relaxed back into large tear drop shapes once the load was eased out. She also noted her ears were complete now. When Louis finished his shower and she got up to take hers, she immediately noticed just low long her tail was- when she was halfway to the bathroom and her tail was still on the bed. The flesh portion of the tail was a foot long total, but the hair trailed longer than her legs even though they too were much longer now. Her tail hair was longer than her entire body! Not that it wasn't what she wanted- but seeing it in person was different than picturing it in her head. Her thoughts spun with all the millions of things she could do with that much hair. The first of course being to wash and condition it in the shower.
When she got out, Louis was reading on the bed from the light of the nightstand getting ready to sleep. It took Betty annoyingly long to dry all that hair. She took out two long thin metal trinkets that looked sort of like shackles and clicked them closed one after the other on the base of her tail. This gave her tail a foot of rigidness to hold it off her body- otherwise there wasn't enough actual tail to hold the hair off herself. When relaxed her breasts touched the upper part of her stomach- her entire chest completely eclipsed. She felt two numb spots on her forehead as well of changes yet to come- the preparations for horns she has yet to grow. Louis was yet to notice, but he had a much softer look to him. It almost looked like he had suddenly become younger. He did not yet know the flower petal had MORE than enough energy to transform Betty- and the extra has to go somewhere.
She plopped down on her side of the bed, gently petting her breasts. The skin was so smooth and soft. She pressed her fingers in seeing how far the elasticity of the skin would allow her to sink them in, then trail them down and flick off her large nipples. The nipple flicked up and down quickly and the entire breast wobbled after it. Now that she was not at maximum capacity, she could actually feel the milk slosh around a bit inside of her. It was more noticeable toward the front of her breasts- a sign that their internal structure was starting to change as well. She suggested Louis help empty her so she would not leak on the bed during the night, and he had no objections. Her milk was thicker than human milk should be able to get, but sweeter than cow milk. He remained laying back and she brought her tits over to him, cradling his head like she were feeding a baby. She smiled mischievously- she was holding his head to make sure he did not stop till she was completely empty. Her nipples grew even bigger as he suckled them- but the color started to drain from them. The pale brown of her areola started to fade away to her normal peach toned flesh, making them seem to shrink away. Betty grunt a bit from the feeling of concentrated pressure and growth- not of her breasts but within. She gently rubbed the softer flesh at the base of either breast- feeling very fat stiff veins. Milk veins- growing to deliver her load faster and in greater volume. Every so often she would flinch slightly as her hand clicked when she tried to use it- the bones were not quite sitting correctly anymore. They were teetering dangerously close to their own devolution. The hot milk helped put Louis to sleep quite quickly. The exhausting changes to her body put Betty to sleep quickly.
Betty woke up first, her anticipation helped her awaken fast. She looked down at Louis sleeping beside her and her smile widened into a villainous grin. She peeled the blankets back just a bit to see his puffy areola and stiff nipples- pink rather than the subdued red they were the night before. He had no shadow of facial hair to shave off when he woke up. His arms also looked a tiny bit thicker- he had been a bit on the spindly side. Betty accidentally cracked her forehead against the door frame going to the bathroom- her legs were considerably longer now with her feet stretched up off the floor and she had not quite gotten used to the extra height yet. She took nearly a full hour to braid the length of her extremely long horse tail, then doubled it over itself and tied the end to the beginning to manage its length. It was a shame the horse hair only took the color from her human hair- it was perfectly straight instead of curly. She ate a huge breakfast, finishing off any fruit and vegetables they had left. Her breasts were getting real heavy again- and firming up as they filled, causing them to lift themselves into spheres again. They looked like mid-sized beach balls! Betty actually had a blind spot of about three feet immediately ahead of herself where she could not see the ground past her tits. Good thing they did not have kids or abandoned toys would be a deathtrap. Betty trotted in circles in the kitchen, enjoying the sound of her new hooves on the tile floor. She should commission some fancy horse shoes for herself next!
Louis came downstairs, his hair looking like an absolute mess. He had not noticed it was almost two full inches longer than before. "Uuugh, I feel off today."
"Aww, coming down with something?"
"I don't think so, I don't feel sick just... odd. Sort of light, bouncy. Sort of feels like a dream, maybe I haven't woken up yet, haha."
"How 'bout a tall glass of milk to wake you up?" She swat the side of her breast causing the other one to bounce off it and back again.
Louis shrugged, sure why not. She ushered him to the couch and this time she layed out with her feet up and he straddled her legs and grabbed up a giant boob to suck. It tasted great, and he found himself drinking way more than he thought he would be able to stomach. It was almost addicting. He kept thinking it should be enough but then just continued to suck anyway. Her nipples fattened up- getting no longer but quite a bit thicker. Betty could feel his own soft nipples pressing into the underside of her giant tit more and more- tiny jiggly soft hills forming under them as Louis started to grow small breasts! His torso squirmed a bit from the odd feelings and his ribs cracked and his stomach area sunk in considerably as the last set of ribs in his torso broke, crumbling and disintegrating away inside of him. The rubbery hot flesh pressed into his face turned him on, but as his penis became erect it also became apparent it was not as big as it had been. Betty started to breath heavier from the feeling of feeding him, and her breasts wobbled on the edge of more changes as well. Her hands however finally teetered off the edge.
Her hands let out several painful sounding cracks and snaps even though it did not hurt- though it did not feel great either. Betty's hands looked like they folded over, but then fused like that. Her pinky and thumb thickened, the pinky becoming shorter and a LOT thicker. Her nails overcame the ends of her digits entirely forming hooves quickly. The three remaining digits remained where they were but merged together and then split again into two much larger digits capped with two hoof segments, forming a cloven hoof. Her wrist thickened and the bones in her arms became a bit larger as well. As she flexed her digits, Betty smiled- these were not normal hooves on any animal. What should be useless dew claws were almost the same length as her primary two digits! She still had full mobility in all of them- which means she basically had two fingers and two thumbs! They looked like hooves, but can be used like hands!
Louis finally willed himself to pop off a very girthy nipple. "Wuh? Why do- *ahem* - what is... *cough*- my... my voice?"
His voice was higher toned now and softer! He looked down at himself and gasped loudly in shock! His chest had chubby B cup breasts! Looking even farther down, his slightly smaller penis and balls looked oddly pink, and the pink flesh was spreading up his crotch as well! There was four erect nipples standing in attention in his crotch! And his body! It had subtly been changing shape, becoming more curvy and soft- he looked like a woman!
Betty pulled her legs back and sat up with a grin. "Aww, you look adorable! You helped pleasure mine- why don't I help you get accustomed to yours~?"
"H-how, what?! What are you doing t-... the milk!!"
Betty just giggled. She knew there was more power in that petal than she needed, and has been deliberately feeding the overflow into Louis to change him too! Betty crawled toward him on all fours and he went to get up off the couch, but she quickly thrust her chest out and literally slammed him back down onto the couch with her tits. Before he could try to get up again she spun around on top of him and latched onto one of the nipples in his crotch, pinching another lightly and rolling it between her hoof-fingers. Louis cried out in an embarrassingly shrill moan. Impossible to miss since they were over his face now- he seen the two nubs in her own crotch- now also full nipples and swelling up from two fat jiggly hills. He could not form any thoughts because of the odd new pleasure firing through him from her manipulating his tits so he had no other course but to grab one of hers and suck. They both let out muffled moans around the nipples in their mouths. Louis was flat on the couch, but Betty's torso was bent over quite a bit- because of the size of her breasts she had to bend her torso around their curve to be able to reach Louis' tits, so her breasts were smushed between their stomachs with her body steeply arched over them. The nipples all got larger, though Louis' got considerably bigger than Betty's, ironically. Betty's were born of black skin and Louis' on candy pink.
Betty's lower body boobs grew into two B cups before the pleasure started to spread from just the nipple to the entire mammary. Nerves and milk ducts spread and helped swell the growth faster. As they pushed out into C cup size, it became more visibly apparent the two masses were fused together in the middle- a two-teat udder, not breasts. The cleft between the two was a rib of muscle to help the two hold their shape, and remain more firmly connected to the torso than human breasts are. Though technically teats- they were still small enough that they better resembled nipples. By the time they stopped growing Louis switched which he was sucking on, and they hit a size akin to a DD cup. They were quite taught. Horse udders- Betty had the lower half of a mare! But her thighs were not as wide- her hips the size of a horses but still shaped like a humans which means she can still easily walk on two legs. Her lower torso also did not change at all. Because a horse torso is so much rounder- the vulva is at a backward angle, but Betty's torso never changed at all. So while her vulva was fully equine, it was still in the same place it would be on a normal human, which gave her a longer taint than on a female horse.
In Louis' crotch the four nipples became four teats very quickly and noticeably. They became both quite long and quite chubby, flopping around at the size of a person's thumb! When the soft mounds started to form under them, the divide between them was more obvious more quickly because there was four of them, instead of two! The vibrant pink flesh betrayed their sensitivity, causing him to squirm as she caressed his tender skin. They were very soft and smooth, unlike the denser flesh of a horse udder. As they grew larger, the sections started to push each other away, causing their overall form to round out. There was two muscle ribs going either way to divide the segments. As Betty felt around the curve of the forming udder, Louis snapped out of his haze of pleasure. The shock of how big it already got was enough for him to shove her aside enough to slip out from under her and back onto his feet. He looked down at himself in shock- he had a tiny cow udder! Without another word, he scurried upstairs to get away from Betty's advances. She pouted, but then shrugged, knowing he would not be that hard to catch.
Betty was more concerned right now with a tingling in her own chest. Like a feeling of anticipation. She was breathing heavily already from Louis pleasuring her erect horse teats. Betty sat on the edge of the couch and gently massaged the outer curves of her breasts, feeling a pressure slowly building. It was more on the surface than deeper in- it was within the tissue and fat, not the milk glands.
"Oouuuh...." Two bumps finally broke the skin on her forehead- emerging as short fat horns. "M-ouuuh.... yes... c'mon girls... bigger." She knew urging them bigger at this already obsurd size seemed insane, but she had carefully measured the cons with her desires a thousand times over in her head. "Mooaar! J-just... a... bit moooo~ oh! Heh, mooouuuh!" Her voice deepened a bit, but remained womanly.
Her entire torso convulsed from a giant surge of pressure and pleasure that exploded from her too-fat nipples! They started to grow out longer! Her areola were massively swollen now forming little domes of their own separate from her breasts, but they were hard to see because their flesh now matched the rest perfectly- her nipples as well were normal flesh toned. Her nipples itched with pressure causing her to wince at the feeling. She grabbed the tops of her tips aggressively and yanked the flesh back! Crying out in pleasure and desperation her nipples started to squirt in several directions as she yanked up on them, but the bottoms of her breasts remained stationary. Her cry became louder and higher in pitch as her nipples started to pull apart, and finally in a hollow *thunk* sound she yanked them in half! The growth in her breasts had been in the middle- under where her nipples had been. So when they pulled into two, the growth exploded out from between them, quickly distancing the two halves! Each breast now had two teats on two fat areola! Her ears were too long for a horse. Betty was only horse on her lower half- she is cow on her upper half! She panted heavily and the surface of her breasts became glossy as she started sweating. She could feel the milk veins inside stiffen with their load and her breasts each swelled still larger! Beyond the size of medicine balls. They blushed pink as they grew, but it was not from over-pressure this time- her actual skin tone changed on her breasts alone, now matching the neon pink of Louis' udder! Betty slammed them down on the table and actually heard the wood splinter a bit- nearly being heavy enough to smash the table in half. She pressed her torso down into them from the other side and started to roll them back and forth on the hard surface like she was kneading dough. Milk pooled on the table and ran onto the floor. As the sensations of change slowed down, Betty finally tried to stand fully. Her equine back muscles were plenty to lift the weight, but the balance was WAY off, so it was still quite difficult to heave herself upright. She needed to squeeze them to her body with her arms and basically yank herself upright. When she let them go, the bottom curves of her breasts pressed into her other tits- in her crotch. Her entire torso was eclipsed by them! If she laid down her breasts would roll to the sides and pin her arms! The milk storage had changed from human to cow as well. There was a milk reservoir at the front of each one, which would cause them to appear to swell larger when they filled with milk. There was also a minor reservoir in each teat to store a bit of milk, causing them to become bloated when full as well- but unlike a cow, the two teats on either breast were fed from the same supply. So two of them went to the same place as the other two.
Upstairs Louis stumbled a bit from a sudden cramping in his feet. He caught himself on the end of the bed with his hands. Remaining in that position, he looked down at his jiggly new endowments. They were cute and sexy but, ON his body! Generally when he gets turned on by something, its not attached to himself. It's a shame her milk transformed him, he was still sort of thirsty. As he looked at his small breasts he brought one hand up to caress it, tugging at the nipple, remembering the taste of the delicious milk filling his mouth. The soft flesh on his hard cock felt good, and he absentmindedly started to thrust a bit. He moaned a bit in pleasure, finally realizing what he was doing! He looked down and seen his erection was wedged against the underside of the udder! It ran perfectly along the lower groove! He was unintentionally giving himself a tit job! As he did, his breasts and udder slowly started to grow again! He rocked his body back and forth, feeling the weight of the mammaries rock back and forth under him and his dick sliding back and forth against the silky smooth surface of the udder!
His a thin tail started to grow off his tailbone and his ears started to become pointed. His Adams apple faded from sight on his throat and his jaw clicked softly, becoming less pronounced. If it wasn't for his genitals there would be no way to tell he was supposed to be a man. His hair appeared to get longer, but actually it was the same length- rather his hair line advanced down the back of his neck, becoming more narrow the farther from his head it got. His soft grunts and moans started to sound a bit like the nickering of a horse. The pleasure ramped up, but every pleasurable pulse was shadowed by an inward pressure, making it all the more intense! When he hit orgasm, nothing actually came out of his penis. His usage of it only alerted his body to its continued presence, and thanks to the magic it was regarded as an abnormality to be rid of. After each powerful surge of pleasure, instead of a jet of white coming out, his penis and balls shrank. The shaft no longer able to fully escape the foreskin- his testicles little larger than grapes. In contrast however- his udder was now about the size of a basketball hanging from his crotch, and his chest adorned with C cup breasts! His nipples and areola darkened as they grew and were now jet black.
Louis quickly stood up straight as he heard Betty walk in- but he was not used to the weight of his bigger mams and almost fell over again. Betty looked at his continued changes with a devilish smile. She held up one of her monolithic breasts.
"You look thirsty~"
"N-no! I mean... maybe... but I don't want to turn into anything!"
"Then why did you change?"
"What?"
"Qorelle's power turns you into a form you desire. If you did not like that body you wouldn't have transformed in the first place."
"I like it on you! You... put the idea in my head! Of course I was thinking about it and how good it probably felt, with your boob squished in my face!"
Betty chuckled. "Mmm, technicalities. Don't you want to feel good?"
Louis started to back up around the bed as Betty approached slowly. "N-no!"
Betty cocked an eyebrow. "You don't want to feel good? Do you even heard how silly you sound right now?"
"I.... uh..."
Louis' eyes transfixed on her giga tits, now seeing they were crowned with four huge teats now. In a sudden jerk- Betty thrust forward and mashed her breast into his head again- pinning it against the wall! He latched onto a teat just to try to get her to ease off a bit, but then sucked unconsciously. The taste hit him and he immediately grabbed either side of the huge boob with his hands gently, half closing his eyes as the milk flowed. His breasts and udder started to grow slowly again. His ears vibrated a bit and as they took on proper leaf shapes they flicked fully around and the muscle finished forming in their base to allow the movement. Betty let out a soft moo as her horns grew out more, forming broat spikes from her head. Her lips lightened to candy pink and the coloration advanced up to encompass the end of her nose and nostrils as well- becoming cool to the touch and slightly textured, giving her face a cow like appearance without actually growing a muzzle. Her tongue grew huge in her mouth and she let it out a bit, lashing in front of herself she arched it up to test its size and was able to touch the center of her forehead with it.
Louis moaned in distress, muffled by the breast. He managed to yank free, wobble and then fell onto all fours from a painful cramp in his feet again! His hands and feet all let out sharp cracking sounds as they compressed and grew longer! His ankles stretched from his toes and his feet seemed to fold in on themselves almost. The big and pinky toe started to grow to match each other as the nails devolved into hoof segments to overcome the ends. His feet quickly transformed into the legs of a cow- but the cloven hooves were not quite right. The dew claws were much too large, and the hoof segments on their ends long and large as well- they actually touched the ground! It almost looked like a cross between high heel shoes and a hoof! He had a similar mutation as Betty's hands only on his feet, which made it drastically less useful. His hands however all fused together into one giant finger, one large and sturdy horse hoof, robbing them of any mobility at all! He finally realized the fate of his own changes. He was turning into the same thing as Betty- only backwards! Her top half was cow and bottom half horse- Louis' top half was horse and his bottom half is cow! As he pushed himself up trying to get back onto two legs the muscles in his arm tightened and swelled a bit. His shoulders swelled out with muscle and his breasts lifted and pushed out a bit more as the pectoral muscles behind them grew slightly. His breasts themselves also grew- now about a DD cup. His udder was starting to droop from its increasing size and weight- but his erection was still firmly wedged into its underside. He could not see it to know how large it was anymore, but even he could feel how tiny it was in comparison to the womanly mound threatening to smother it to death.
Betty helped him back to his feet, rubbing her own breasts up and down to flick his much smaller nipples with her huge teats. Louis moaned, looking like he was in a trance. She put a hand softly on his still slowly swelling udder and pressed down lightly.
"Ah~! N-no d-ooh... eeeihehe!" He startled himself with a horse neigh. "Don't do that... I can't... I will lose it."
"Sounds good to me." She started to push gently down on it again. "Let it aaaall out, babe."
The underside of the udder smooshed into the small penis, completely wrapping around it with its soft flesh and Louis gently thrust against it. His hips radiated strong pleasure, almost like an orgasm but it fired out all through his entire hip area! By now his tail was almost down to his knees and developed a tassel on it! His nostrils expanded, causing the bridge of his nose to sound out a hollow pop.
"Hnngh~ Ah... n--neieigh! No! Can't... hnnn, hold... gunna explode!!"
His hips shook with a thunderously loud crack as his pelvis broke and expanded quicly, fusing back together in a different frame. Now his hips were huge- and boxy looking, with sharp hip bones- a cow's rump! His anus puffed up, but not as large as Betty, and it remained normal flesh toned. The orgasmic surges returned to his genitals, and again like last time nothing actually came out- and each pulse was shadowed with a shrink. His balls pulled tight to his pelvic floor and popped entirely inside. His scrotum compressed becoming a bit denser and then parted along the seam to reveal a growing hole within- he was officially a she now. The scrotum remnants became the inner labia as the outer flesh ballooned up to become the outer labia. What was formerly his penis regressed into her new clit as his genitals became a bovine vulva! Her udder had completely smothered her former gender!
Betty smirked. "Maybe your name should be Louise now!"
Louise looked down in a daze at her udder- now looking in the size range of four basketballs smushed together! Even if she still had a penis it would be completely eclipsed and unusable anyway. Betty's grin spread further as she seen Louise's hips jerk ever so slightly as her fat thumb-sized teats start to lift their girth up on their own. She knew what was coming! Louise was nearing completion. Louise's neck started to let off soft pops and grew longer- becoming a bit thicker as well as it lengthened. Her hair line continued down it, matching any new length it gained to form a proper mane. Betty hefted Louise's udder and then pinned it upright between them with her equine tits. She then lifted her own giant breasts to point forward and pinned Louise once again against the wall- smushing her giga breasts against Louise's DDs. The two of them played a sort of tug of war, pushing either their chest or hip forward and forcing the other back, back and forth- grinding their giant soft flesh balloons together. Louise's udder grew a bit more, then rounded out and lifted under its own pressure- quickly filling up with warm weight! Her moans became higher pitch and more desperate sounding as her teats almost itched with the intensity of the pleasure before she squeaked in pleasure and all four teats exploded with streams of milk! She was having a sort of breast-gasm like Betty had earlier! Her pupils stretched into rectangles to finish her changes.
Betty let her off the wall, looking her over as she caught her breath. "Well? How do you feel?"
"Hnn... horny. My udder released, not... between my legs..."
Louise cupped a hoof over her new pussy, but it was too broad and inflexible to use to get herself off! She looked to Betty who had wandered over to the bed, and with a smile hoisted the giant two-sided dildo she used to use back onto the bed, flexing her eyebrows. Louise quickly joined her on the bed and with a little help, lined up one head and her hungry cow vulva ate it easily. Once positioned, the two slid back carefully, mooing and nickering as the huge shaft slid into both of them. Their projected anuses kissed just before the black and the pink vulva met in the middle, sharing their salty lube before they pulled back and then slammed their asses back together! Giant teats and mammaries rocked back and forth and jiggled with each new impact, dripping milk almost constantly onto the poor bedding. Certainly not what Louise had in mind for their sex life- but then he failed to be specific about it in the first place. It felt good, it looked hot. Louise had always been a follower, not a leader. Betty got exactly what she envisioned, and absolutely loved every moment of this! |
(F tf ??? Hybrid : cow-like, horse-like, bug-like, multibreast)
Oh gosh... the first time I woke up since then-! Oh, I suppose I should tell you the whole thing, not just the juicy bits. Well, it started in public school... I was kinda just really bad at it. My parents thought I was lazy, my teachers thought I just did not care or was too easily distracted. It was not till I just barely managed to graduate high school that I convinced my parents to get my head checked. Turns out I sucked at school because I have social anxiety disorder and agoraphobia. I couldn't pay attention because I was in a constant state of terrified. As you can imagine, this made looking for a job sort of impossible for me, because what job doesn't involve talking to anyone or going outside ever?
You wouldn't know I was messed up by looking at me; I look good... or, I did look good at this point- now it is a bit more debatable. My hair is to my chest, perfectly straight. It is base brown but I dye the first half of it cyan and the top half I leave my normal color- so when you look at it, the inside and outside layer of my hair are different colors. I got a ring piercing in my lower lip- dead center. My eyes change colors- in daylight they turn cyan, but indoors or in the dark they turn green... so, they are basically always green these days. I guess I had a pretty average body- nothing noteworthy but nothing wrong with it either. Oh boy... you can tell how little I talk to people normally- I never even told you my name yet, have I? It is Jade. I have a sister named Sapphire. As you can imagine from someone terrified of talking with others- I had no friends. People tries to approach me and in hindsight were probably trying to be friends... but I was too busy being afraid and trying to survive the encounter to know better and just took the first out to run from the situation. My sister was born with her head on straight, so she never had to worry about this stuff. I managed to get on a government disability program that paid for me to live, since I was incapable of making a living like everyone else. The economy took a piss though years later, and under new management the government decided to 're-allocate the funds'. That is blame-deflecting talk for 'we didn't want to pay for you to continue to exist anymore'. By that time my parents had passed, and me and my sister frantically tried to look for some other support program for me, but were not finding any.
Then I found out about this secret... company. I can't say what their name is... let's just say I get tongue-tied whenever I talk or type about it. Not really important anyway. The important part is, they would pay to support me if I participated in a test of sorts. Again; I can't go into much detail on what kind, but BOY let me tell you about what happened as a result. Going to take the test was rough on my agoraphobia but I managed it. Had the test- but failed completely. Stuff was supposed to happen but nothing did- wasn't my fault. The deal was to support me if I did the test though- I didn't have to pass. It worked out, because if I failed I get to return home. If it went the way they wanted I would have had to stick around the... uh... place. Sorry, it is really hard for me to talk about them, but I wanted to give you SOME context on how this all started, right?
When I got back home I felt sort of uneasy- like someone was watching me. It was a weird experience so I just shrugged it off- my brain isn't wired right to begin with. It had been about three night since I had the test? Either three nights or three days and four nights- it has been a while since then, ok? Anyway I remember waking up with this odd feeling, like my butt cheeks had fallen asleep somehow. My legs felt fine- just my butt. I could still feel them and they were not tingly but the feeling was a bit more numbed. It felt like there was an odd pressure in my hips; like something trying to press outward on the bone from the inside. I was a bit nervous but nothing looked off so I shrugged it off.
Now, let me defend myself here- I don't talk to people, ever. I do not, and will never have a boyfriend, so of course I am going to invest a bit of effort into creating a porn folder. More than most women would typically have. And maybe some toys. I still have needs! Anyway, later that day I was rubbing just over my clit with one hand and teasing my vagina with a dildo in the other. Figured a little stress relief would get rid of that feeling of being watched. I remember feeling a sudden tremor through my bones from my lower body and hearing a muffled pop and pausing immediately. I could faintly hear the creaking bones in my crotch and then with a very loud pop my hip felt like it had somehow painlessly been pulled in half! My entire body shook with the force of the bone letting go. I guess on the inside the material of the bone quickly expanded into the gap created from the division and fused the segments back together; because by the time I grabbed my hips to figure out what the hell just happened it already felt solid again. I went from average hip size to extra wide. And I mean eeeextra wide. Wide enough that I could put my hand over my pussy and not be touching either thigh at all- the gap between thighs was wider than my entire hand. My heart was absolutely racing, I was about to panic but then my brain got flooded with hormones. I had been in the middle of something and I guess the changes latched onto that. I could feel movement inside my lower body and just knew it was my genitals growing inside of me, all the way up! I touched it and slipped all four fingers in easily! It was huge now- too huge for my dildo to even do anything anymore!
Having a wider vagina made it feel almost... hungry down there. It was emptier feeling between my legs and I was still wet from fingering myself before this all happened and just sort of drove me ravenous. The dildo did not work anymore, so I ended up shoving all five digits of my right hand into my twat and then sat on my wrist to drive as much of my hand into myself as possible. Then I noticed it was still changing. The clit popped out of its hood on its own and swelled up into a fat oval- sort of looked like a kidney bean, only neon pink. My entire pubic mound started to plump up, making the outer labia more pillowy and round. It wasn't enough! My pussy was getting more ravenously hungry the more it mutated and I was having a harder time doing anything about it. I have a dildo I nicknamed 'Chonk' that I had rarely used- it isn't exceptionally long but it is hella thicc. I cannot use it normally- I had to slowly work up to it by loosening myself up with my regular dildo first and going slow, then switching to Chonk. Well, this time Chonk didn't need to be eased into anything, I sat on it and the head popped in with little resistance and the rest slid in almost instantly because of how wet I already was! I then used the regular dildo in my butt. The pussy runs so close to the butt that putting anything in one presses in on the other still- so by having the smaller dildo in my butt it shrank the amount of space Chonk needed to fill to grind my insides. My clit was big enough that I could actually masturbate it with two fingers like a micro-penis. I hit orgasm like that quick enough but... I guess I always stopped too early before? Because I never felt an orgasm like this- or maybe it was just the mutations that did it. I hit my usual orgasm and then it held at the same intensity for several seconds and then I actually screamed by accident and squirted all over the damn place as the pleasure doubled over and it was like having an orgasm during my orgasm. My entire lower body was shivering and boiling hot at the same time.
I had exploded so hard I ended up passing out after cleaning myself up, even though it was still pretty early for me to sleep. My dreams were a clash of nightmare and dream, like my thoughts caught between the pleasure of it and the fact that I transformed. If I really did change then R... uh... that place would take me back! With my mental disabilities you can imagine the thought of having to live somewhere new didn't sit well with me. Plus; since I got kicked out of the government support program my sister and I had grown closer together, which was really good now that my parents were gone, you know? We should be sticking close together. She is the only person I feel okay talking to. In moderation. It was about a week later, after I was almost used to having mega hips. No one came to take me away, and I was still trying to figure out how to tell my sister what happened. Because she didn't know either. You know how I have been sort of dodgy about some things here? Well, it is the same with my sister unfortunately- I can't really fill her in directly, which makes explaining my hyper hips a bit difficult. Well, it was about to get even harder. I had some wildly sexual dreams that night, to the point where I woke up with a moist crotch and a pulsing clit. I woke up late at night because of how intense the dream was, out of breath- I guess I had been moaning in my sleep or something. When I sat up I immediately noticed how it felt like I was being pressed against my bed harder than normal- like my weight had changed or something. As soon as I looked down I seen the large gap between my legs slowly shrinking! My ass and my thighs were swelling up! My inner thighs started to press in on my large pussy lips so I had to re-adjust my seating and ended up getting onto my hands and knees on the bed so I could look over myself to my butt. I watched the moonlight silhouetting my expanding butt cheeks in the dark, like watching a kinky fetish porn! It felt so warm and tight! It felt so good being filled!
My skin started to cool down from the breeze through the window and I knew it had stopped again, and flopped over onto my side. I could feel the ripple through the flesh of the thigh and butt cheek that I was not on top of. I wanted to reach around and grab a handful of ass but immediately flopped over to look at the window. I never open my window! My heart was hammering again as I scrambled off my bed and hit the light switch, scanning my room for anything else that was off. Did my dream wake me up, or did someone break into the house?
"Oh, no need to freak out. I just came here from the island to watch over you. Make sure nothing bad happens to our lost subject. And it seems like your transformation was delayed~!"
I could not see anyone- the voice came from the ROOF of my room, but there was nothing visibly there. Oh no, whoever this is came from... that place. He came to take me away!
"N-no, wait. Don't take me back there! I am still perfectly human! I just got a bit... bigger."
The creature monitoring me finally appeared- he lifted leaf shaped ears off his face and with a shimmer of colors his entire body became visible- clinging to the roof. It named itself Zero- a hunter of sorts sent by that place. It is a homunculus so while it looks vaguely humanoid- it is not human at all. Zero was made, not born. It is hard for me to describe him, er, them? It? I will just call it him for simplicity. It walks on bladed feet and much, much larger than Zero's actual body is his tail- he only uses his arms and legs to cling to walls and roofs; when he is on the ground he slithers on his tail and his legs never touch the ground. I was afraid of him. He is a strange creature, and sent by that place! Maybe a normal person would have loved being where they wanted to take me, but not me. My brain... isn't right. I did not want to be any place other than here. I was afraid of Zero, afraid of that place, and afraid of facing my sister with this new body of mine, I froze up entirely. I guess my reaction was so jarring to Zero that I sort of frightened him, I think. He quickly agreed with my shitty excuse- that I was still perfectly human in appearance. That place had released other subjects before that were too human to need to stay with them. Currently, I still fit that description, and so he agreed to leave me. But before he left, he did let one warning hang in the air.
He partially slithered out the window again and turned to me one last time. "I will still watch. If this change took so long, more may yet happen. The curse seal on your tongue helps keep our little home secret, but if you change too much you may threaten that secrecy in other, unintentional ways. We will take care of you, do not worry. Whatever it requires- you will be looked after."
And with that he vanished into the night. The problem with Zero though is you never know if he actually left. You do not see him unless he wants to be seen, so he could be right beside you and you would never know.
Two days later my sister came to visit, and was obviously quite surprised. It isn't like I gained weight, my actual bodily proportions had changed. I tried my best to tell her what happened but could not connect the dots. There is so little I can actually say about what happened that any explanation I came up with read like a poorly translated fortune cookie quote. I was saying a lot without successfully explaining anything. Eventually I just stuck my tongue out in frustration and that worked about as well as anything I attempted to say. She recognized it as a cursed seal, and I showed her my cheques from the 'government'. With that, she was able to put together a rough idea of what was going on, and I insisted I was okay.
It actually felt mildly pleasurable sitting in my computer chair now, haha. If I sit with my legs together, the chair will push my thigh meat up into my pussy from below. Sometimes I just kinda rock a bit in the chair, feeling my meaty butt cheeks rolling under me like soft cushions that go everywhere with me. I noticed pretty quickly that I had to shift my hands around occasionally though. I would start typing nonsense while on the computer and then look down and see my fingers were mis-aligned with the keys. After another two days it was pretty obvious what was happening. When I stretched in the morning I could place my palms flat on my roof, while standing normally on the floor. My arms were at least a half foot longer than they are supposed to be! And all of my digits are also longer! That was just the start though- my skin felt tight. When I bent my arms or fingers the skin did not flex like it should, it felt really tight, and occasionally I would get random muscle spasms in my arms too.
When I had a shower that night, I guess the hot water relaxed the tissue enough that it started to change more. My arms were looking a bit puffy, but not around the joints. When I touched them it sort of felt like touching your finger nail- you can feel it but the sensation is sort of... distant? It did not feel normal anyway. When I got out of the shower and dried off, my skin immediately started to change color as it dried! The puffy areas hardened and turned to a soft grey with tiny cyan spots here and there! Touching it now, it felt perfectly smooth- there was no pours there anymore. It felt like hard rubber- hard but not rigid. It made my arms sort of look like those of a ball-jointed doll because the new hard tissue was broken up and segmented at the joints in my fingers, hands, wrist and elbow. It did not extend onto the underside of my fingers or insides of my hands, either. The new coloration only applied to the new material- the chitin. My arms and hands had a chitin carapace, like a bug! I no longer had fingernails even- my fingers just came to a chitin point. That night I locked my window and made sure to close the blinds over it, even though I like watching the night sky when I fall asleep. Night time is the only time I don't have my blinds closed usually.
I think because I was paranoid going to sleep, I woke up as soon as I felt the breeze of an open window. Zero was sitting in plain sight this time, perched cross-legged on the wooden foot of my bed. "Not so human now, are we?"
"Says the homunculus."
"TS80- your test was on induced, rapid evolution, no?"
"I couldn't tell you even if it was." I stuck my tongue out and pointed at the brand.
Zero tilted his head. "Oops, right. That means your transformation is based on evolution- an iterative process meant to make survival as easy as possible, and reproduction." He glanced toward my crotch and I quickly moved my hands there to bunch up the sheets. He couldn't see anything but I wanted to make sure. "You spend a lot of time on the computer, and sitting down, so your arms got longer to reach things without moving about and your fingers got longer to allow you to easily reach all keys quickly on a keyboard. You grew a chitin shell to protect your limbs, because if anything happened to your rather delicate hands; your whole life would be disrupted. Your butt is extra padded to make sitting comfy and your privates grew because the only attention it gets is self gratification- so it is built to serve your preference rather than one of a possible mate."
My face felt like it was on FIRE, I could hear my heart beat in my ears. "H-how did you-"
"It is my job to watch, remember?"
"DON"T WATCH THAT! How did you even get in the window, it was locked?!"
"It is just a regular latch lock. I re-directed the mana flow of my own chakra through the latch to move it remotely. It is the same method I use to cling to walls- amateur stuff. Anyone with any level of magical knowledge could open that lock immediately."
Of course, Zero told me that he would be taking me to that place now. This change was not human, people would definitely notice extra long armored limbs. I pleaded with him again, this time bringing up my relationship with my sister. If I went with Zero, my sister would not. We are the only family we have left and we would be divided forever! He needed to take me away because I could threaten their secrecy, but I argued that I could not do that. I never leave my house basically. I never talk to people. People would need to see me in order for them to find out what I look like in the first place, and no one will see me! Zero thought about it for some time, clearly torn on the matter. He had bosses to appease and since he is a homunculus, those bosses were also essentially his family. I somehow managed to talk him into going against his 'family's' wishes, and again he slithered away into the night to leave me be a bit longer- as long as things did not get out of control.
To be fair, he never specified what qualifies as 'out of control'.
The very next day my feet kept cramping easily, and as the day went on they started to get longer. Great, is it giving me Hobbit feet now? How does that help my life style? They did not get bigger though, just longer. It made walking awkward- I had to lift my leg higher and higher as time went on in order for my foot to properly clear the ground when I step. My toes were getting stiff too- I could not move them as much. By the time I went to sleep, I was walking on onto the fronts of my feet, and realized that was what I was supposed to be doing. The sole of my foot was compressing into a cannon bone- my feet were devolving. That also meant that I was a lot taller- which actually made my long arms more in proportion. I don't know why I was horny that night. I don't know, ok?! Watching their shape slowly shift... the feeling was kind of like stretching after sitting down for a long time, y'know? Not a direct pleasure but... it still felt really good. I wanted them to keep stretching. I mean, I did NOT want them to keep stretching... but I sort of did. Argh. Chonk got wet again that night. I bit the pillow so the neighbors would not hear. The pleasure made my toes clench and unclench, grasping the bed sheets unintentionally, but also I could feel them changing more. Every time they contracted they were unable to full divide again. The middle toe vanished- its mass swallowed by the others. My nails grew into triangles and became darker the more dense they became, turning grey, then fully black. I wanted them to stop, so I could be more normal. I wanted them to keep stretching forever! I wanted Zero to leave me alone. If this was what changing felt like, I wanted to change everything. I wasn't even looking at them as they changed, all I seen was the pillow in my face as I flicked my finger over my clit over and over- my other hand making sure Chonk did not decide to pull out early. My toes were so far from where my ankles are! My feet are sooo long. It got so long and the feeling seemed to pull on them strangely. I almost stopped to look at them when this happened. Almost.
When I climaxed I flopped limp onto the bed for several minutes before rolling over to look at my feet- or what used to be feet. I had... cloven hooves? Sort of, not really. It was a hoof made up of four segments but instead of two dew claws there was another two full segments. So there was two segments in the front and two in the back- two forward toes and two backwards toes! They were not paired up and close together either, all four were equally spaced out! I was too worked up about this to go to sleep just yet, so I spent some time wandering my apartment to test the new legs out. I will admit; I cracked my head on a doorway twice that night- same spot on my head too, ouch. I am much taller with legs like these, which means I had to duck a bit in doorways. If I lift my hoof entirely from the ground and close the muscles in it, all four segments clap together forming one rounded cone shape of black keratin. When I returned to the bedroom my heart jumped as I noticed the window was open! I was tall enough now that I could easily wave my arms around the roof doing a full sweep of the room to see if I can swat him off the roof but Zero did not appear to be here. Then I realized I could not remember if I actually closed the window last night after he left or not. It was probably open from the night before. Oops.
I was with my sister the next day, we were looking into options for me to go outside, which made me nervous of Zero finding out. Normally I just ordered all my food online and had it delivered to my place. Most of the time I didn't even order REAL food- I just eat that meal replacement stuff, because it keeps a long time, it isn't that expensive and requires zero cooking and the only dish it makes is a glass. But, the problem with this system is a lot of people in my country are now also ordering mostly online. The places I can order from are getting increasingly busy- which means they might not always be available to deliver when I need them to, so I need to be able to go to a store here and there if I can't get my food normally. Sure, simple for someone else, terrifying for me. Also, as fun as my body became, I do kinda look like a freak, sooo, that is a problem. I would only go to places that are open 24 hours so I can go in the wee hours of the morning when no one else is even awake to ensure no one can see me- I would do that even if I had not transformed. But, there is still the cashier- at least ONE person is going to see me every time. So Sapphire started to look into transformative magic. If she can get me a formstone she can try to custom imprint it with her own appearance, and then using it on myself will turn me into a copy of my sister to go out as, then turn back to normal when I get home. There was still risk involved of course- if anyone around me was wearing wards in the form of jewelry, the ward would interrupt the mana flow of my spell and reveal my appearance as a fake, or if they got close enough to me, cancel the effects entirely. Technically human formstones are not even legal- because someone could use it for the purpose of identity theft.
It was late afternoon when I was walking to the kitchen to get us something to drink, I fell forward from a sudden jerk in my legs. The muscles were tensing and rippling on their own. I also realized in that moment that I could easily walk on all fours. My limbs had become equal length, so if I closed my hand I could walk on the chitinous outer casing. The muscles clenched in my legs and especially my thighs started to tighten- I could start to see definition in all that meat. It continued onto my butt and expanded it a bit more too, but not as much as my thighs. Where the feeling really pushed forward was when it got as far as my lower back. The muscles in my back squirmed and I like the feeling like in my feet when they changed, but unlike my feet I did not know how to flex those muscles to help push them onward. My tail bone started to get longer and then the muscle stretched the skin even further past that. It started as a long thin tube, then as it involuntarily started to lash back and forth it got long, and longer, and longer. It remained about the same in girth, but the length of the tail was massive! When it finally stopped growing it was as long as my legs are tall! Then I straightened myself back into a proper standing I ended up cringing so hard I almost fell over, because of a prickly feeling on the end of the tail. It quickly sprouted a tasseled end with hair just like on my head. Well, except the dye part- duh. I did eventually start to dye the tip cyan though. It looks like a cow's tail, but it is much longer, and there is much more muscle tissue inside- I have more control over the tail and can pick things up with it! Well... light things- it isn't very strong.
I actually still wonder if Zero seen me that night. I had more changes, but that night my sister just stayed over and slept with me- so Zero never appeared. And if he did come to my window and decide to turn back- what stopped him? Revealing himself to my sister, or not wanting to disturb us? Zero is very smart, but not so good with emotional knowledge, so his own feelings are very hard to read. It makes it very easy for him to lie and keep secrets. He acts like a human but he is still a homunculi.
The next night there had not been any new changes. It was hard to tell if maybe I was finally done for good, or if it was just delayed. The entire process was very stuttered in the first place. Did I even have a finishing point? Would I just keep changing till I am some unrecognizable mess? When I was getting out of the shower that night I did notice pink dots down my body. Probably some new change on the way that had not properly taken root yet. I checked the window as I got into bed- still closed. That was actually making me more nervous than him showing up. Why was he missing? Was he back with his masters planning a mission to bust my door down and take me by force? I woke up an hour before my alarm went off and of course the first thing I did was look at the window- still closed. I rolled over planning to sleep for the last hour and jumped back in bed so far that I flopped off the side! Zero was laying in the bed beside me, grinning like the devil.
"You seemed disturbed by the open window before- so I made sure to close it this time."
"It isn't the window disturbing me!"
Zero sat up, curling his tail around under himself to raise his body higher into the air without leaving his sitting position. "It is a nice night out. Want to go somewhere neat?"
"I have agoraphobia you know."
"But you are sort of okay going out at night." Of course he heard that conversation. "Besides, you have to prove you are able to move about properly. If your changes keep stacking they may incapacitate you- then you would be a XV subject. RHE can't have you getting hurt or living a stunted life because of their handiwork. If you insist on being a rogue- prove you can do it first."
I was not at all up for this- but if it helped me stay free. Because of my huge pussy I can't wear panties normally and pants are out. For a top I just left the huge loose nightshirt I was already wearing on, just put on a long skirt. I was ready to walk over to the front door and get some sandals on to leave and Zero wrapped his tail around me, picked me up by it, and then crawled back out the window!! I screamed when he pulled me out the window and he squeezed hard, crushing the air out of me so I could not do it again and then hushed me like he was chastising a child! This damn monster hauling me out my bedroom window like a Kaiju, and proceeded to climb the building with me in his tail. I was terrified, but the night I do remember being nice. The day was really hot, so even at night the temperatures were pretty nice. The wind was quite chill but the standing temperature was warm. I was constantly worried I was going to fall and break against the ground far below, but his tail had a good grip on me- I wasn't going anywhere. I do like the night, much more than the day. If it is so dark that I cannot see anything than any potential threats most likely cannot see me, either. If you can't see how open an area is, it won't trigger my agoraphobia nearly as much. The darkness wraps around me like a cool cloak, protecting me.
Zero jumped between several buildings, which again; terrifying. As soon as his hands or feet touched the building across, even if he did not make it all the way to the roof- as soon as he touches the walls he stops. His little chakra trick allows him to climb just about anything, whether there is something physical to grip or not. He paused for a bit, he was heading across town, skirting near the downtown area but not going into it. The glow of the lights in this area reach so far. The colors of the neon shop signs blur together in a gaudy rainbow. When he stopped to check on me and my condition I realized the nausea wasn't from him leaping around. My body wasn't sitting right. Every few seconds I would feel a pressure somewhere on my body and then it would go away and appear somewhere else! I was changing again, but it was trying to trigger many changes at once and I guess confusing itself as to which to do first.
Zero seen the problem and put me down onto the cold roof for a moment. It was a shop roof- flat top semi-enclosed with a concrete ridge. He started to draw runes on the ground and my changes seemed to settle down for a moment, I almost thought he knew some way to stop me from changing. But the runes he was writing were mana conjuring- as soon as he completed the array in glowing white energy, it vacuumed up all the local mana and suddenly all my changes surged all at once! It felt like my throat was crawling for a moment, almost making me wretch. My spine got longer, stretching my neck out. Then for a moment I could barely breath as my tongue swelled up huge all the way down my throat, nearly blocking my windpipe till it let out a series of hollow pops and expanded- expanding the girth of my neck as well! So much pressure concentrated into the bridge of my nose that it felt almost tingly or mildly itchy, I tried to resist that change. What if my own sister did not recognize me? What if I devolved into a beast? Why do the changes have to feel so good?
Wherever the changes went, it felt very warm. Those little pink dots I mentioned earlier? The skin condensed there and pushed out- forming erect nipples, and then the coloration spread at the base into new areola! There are six new ones, in addition to the two I already had. Eight total. My nose popped loudly, and I remember trying to cry out in surprise but as soon as I unclenched my jaws; my entire face started to press outward. My skull was growing bigger and pushing everything forward. I felt horns lance out of the skin over my temples, though at the time I did not know what the feeling was. The muscle structure in my face kept shuffling around, so I could not close or really control my mouth at all- it just sort of semi-closed and opened on its own as it grew out. The longer my neck grew, the longer my hairline went. My head stretched further from my shoulders and my hairline raced down to touch them. It is a strong neck and fairly long- something like the neck of a horse. Mane included. My hair line went all the way down to my shoulders but only formed a relatively thin stripe on the back of the large neck. It sort of looks weird with a part, so I collect it and hang it off one side of my neck or the other. My moans and attempts at words distorted as my face got huge. My tongue was already giant to the point of not fitting into my mouth- this sort of caught up the rest of my face to match it properly.
My heart was racing, my breathing ragged, and my face changing so much so quickly that all I could do really was concentrate on breathing properly so I did not pass out from lack of breath. From the side my skull was taking on the shape of a rounded triangle. My nose became massively wide, but as the face below expanded as well it lost definition against my face and then the two became one. The end turned neon pink, and my lips lightened their tone to match. My ears built muscle in their base and started to twitch and flick around on their own- the cartilage inside thinning and their shape stretching out into leaf shapes. By then my boobs now had sisters. All of the new nipples had grown plump hills behind them, swelling bigger by the moment. The top set of the new addition stopped growing by then at DD cup- my original two breasts remained completely unchanged at an even C cup. But the boobs under that were still growing! As my mane finished forming, the second new set of tits finished growing at massive wobbling G cups! But the last pair was STILL growing! The sound of my face stretching out was probably actually quite quiet, but to me it was extremely loud, so when it finally stopped I knew it was over immediately. So many sharp sounding cracks and pops echoing in my head- each shift causing my vision to vibrate, making it hard to focus on anything. Breathless and on all fours, I looked down to watch the last pair of boobs swelling up in my crotch into a size that I don't think has a bra size for it. Each pair of breasts looked almost twice as big as the ones before it. When I stand up straight, they all rest on each other- the lower tits acting like a pedestal to display the ones above it.
Of course, I could not see myself at the time to know, but my head is basically shaped like a cows. It isn't a cow head, but its shaped like one. It has no fur- since none of my body got any fur on it. I still have my mane which leads into my unchanged human hair on my head, it still has my human eyebrows, and if anything my eyelashes got considerably longer. Which sort of reminds my of giraffes- did you know giraffe have long lashes? They are quite glamorous. Even a bit weirder than that- I still sort of have human lips... just, sized up to fit on a cow face. Why cow? I don't know- and neither does Zero really. He sometimes prattles on about theories as if it was what happened but every so often you will ask him the same question and get a different answer. Basically- he doesn't actually know. The running theory is that the place-I-cannot-name had to use the impression of existing animal genes to act as a soft-guide so that I did not mutate so wildly that my body no longer functions properly. Remember, evolution is iterative- if one doesn't work out it dies off and the ones that do work, reproduce to continue the changes. The evolution incited in me isn't iterative- me dying off wasn't an option anyone was willing to take. So if cow was one of those gene impressions, my cells could have taken it too literally and used those traits directly. Like my neck being sort of horse, and my arms being sort of bug. But here is the real question- why my head at all in the first place? What part of my life does having a cow-like head improve? It doesn't hurt anything, but it also doesn't really improve anything, either. I keep remembering that moment when I was lost in lust; when I wanted the changes to just keep going because it felt so good, and the sight was so erotic for some reason to me. In that moment I wished to just change forever. So maybe my body granted that ill advised wish- and just changed everything it could in whatever way it found possible.
I flopped onto my butt and then rolled onto my back, propped up by an air vent sticking out of the roof. Even though my shirt was very baggy night shirt, it could only half cover the third pair of tits- the last pair was entirely uncontained and flopped over the top of my skirt putting pressure on my big pussy under it.
"W-what... did you do?"
"Your transformation was stuttered. I live in the labs of RHE, so naturally I pick up a lot of information. I had a look at gene-work that went into you and others similar and deduced your changes were not progressing because you are always in the same place- an enclosed environment."
"W-well... yea. I have agoraphobia, remember?" I started prodding my tits. They felt very sensitive- the nerves grown into them were fresh, not yet desensitized to anything.
"Yes, well there is no mana flow. When your sister opens the door or I open the window there is a burst of the mana outside coming in, and otherwise just a very slow trickle through the material of the walls. That is the real reason I took you out tonight. Exposing you to the ambient mana in the area allowed your transformation to complete."
"But I was outside when I was given the... test."
"Yes, the initial delay was not a mana problem." He crossed his arms to make himself look more authoritative as his tail lashed around wildly behind him like some great serpent. "The initial delay I theorize to be caused by a lack of stimulus. It was meant to flash evolve you, which means your changes were determined by how you live and act rather than a set blueprint. On the island you were just nervously waiting for something to happen- you were not really 'living'. The altered genes had no information to work off of- they did not know what they were doing yet."
"So... I am outside now though- an environment I am not used to. What happens if this happens more? Will I grow fur or thicker skin or something because I am outside? If I burn my hand on the stove will I become fireproof?"
"Your changes are most likely done now. For good. With a few rare exceptions, when someone transforms they cannot revert, at all. Even using another tincture can only revert the subject slightly at best. RHE attempted to create a were-creature before, guess how that went?" I just shrugged. "She turned full feral, then reverted to slightly human and then stopped. The genome can only be changed so much with the tinctures- it is like it has a transformative limit, once you hit that limit it becomes trapped in whatever form. Moth herself created a tincture that could properly revert- but RHE never did. It is most likely due to the simplicity of most cellular systems- it can't remember that much information. Once it forgets the original shape or set of codes it just resumes what it does remember. So, if that were the case, I suppose you could revert a test subject if you were to create a human tincture- something RHE has never even considered."
I was really starting to knead all my boobs by then, sort of tuning out his genetic babble- I can barely understand it anyway. It was embarrassing but my body felt needy, and so many new nerves to tease it was impossible to resist!
Zero smiled. "Need some time alone?"
"N-no. I just... exploring... I don't know! I can't do anything here anyway, I need the proper... equipment. My bits are too big for me to use my hands."
He thunked his gigantic tail down in front of me on the roof and I was going to ask what he was doing but then it started to sink in and the blush deepened on my face. He meant to use that thing to penetrate me!
"N-no way! Or... maybe.... wait! Promise me! Promise you will not rat me out to your masters, so I can be with my sister!"
Zero cocked a brow. "You speak as if I were the one benefiting from this exchange..."
"Promise!" I needed that tail- or SOMETHING- in me, so I wasn't thinking too clearly. It worked anyway.
Zero shrugged. "I wasn't planning on it anyway, so sure. You are done changing and can still exist normally within your concrete cave."
His tail is very thick- so it did not go to far in even in my giant snatch- but OH MAN does he know how to use it. I refuse to believe that tail hasn't been in several other women before. He worked me over good with that. You know that first night when I brought out Chonk? Yea, the orgasm was like that again. Even at the new explosive levels, it felt like it was over and then I somehow hit an even higher high. I didn't touch anything other than my tits- I have a lot more of those than I do hands, so I was alternating and using breasts to knock into one another. I can also just grab the nipples on the lowest set, line up my arms over the nipples of all the tits leading down and then grind and wobble them all at the same time. No need to theorize why I got so many tits- pleasure, sex appeal. They get larger the further they go down so the difference on my center of balance is minimal. The closer to my hips the larger ones are, the more the weight is grounded through my legs. The hip is a lot sturdier than teetering on the very end of my spine.
He was right, by the way. That was the end of my changes. I am stuck like this for the rest of my life. On one hand, shame to see the old me go, and it was hard on my sense of identity. But other than that, it felt great, and it was functional- once I got used to it, it has been fantastic. I use the formstone my sister got me to take on an illusion of her body to go to the stores when I need, and just order to my apartment the rest of the time. Zero... still shows up. Not often, but occasionally I will find my window open and have to search my house for where he has hidden himself this time. We go out at night. Sometimes we just sit on the catwalk on a billboard over the highway and watch the vehicle lights below roll past, sometimes he actually manages to convince me to put on a human guise and go to a music club to thrash my head to a new and upcoming band, haha. Oh, you think I would have a nervous breakdown in a place like that? It is actually okay. I mean, getting in makes me nervous but being inside is fine. Everyone is there for the music- no one could talk to you even if they wanted because you would never hear it over the music. If the room is filled wall to wall with people then it doesn't feel like a big open space because it has been filled up, so my agoraphobia doesn't trigger. Zero doesn't have a human disguise to get into a place like that, but he can climb on the roof and turn virtually invisible- he can get into ANY place without raising the alarm.
It was a few years later... my sister Sapphire finally got hitched! She was SO happy. I was so nervous! I wasn't going to miss the wedding, but I HATE parties. At least she made a note of forbidding any warding charms at the wedding so I did not have to worry about my disguise falling. After the wedding was over though... she talked with her friends, and went home with her new husband. I went back to my little apartment. It was really quiet. I wished Zero was there that night, to break the silence. It got me thinking; maybe I should go with Zero now. I had a hard time sleeping that night so I just stayed up and started writing a letter to that place- Zero's 'family'. I don't remember the exact words but, it was something like:
'I am sorry to have deceived you, my sister and I were in a rough time in our lives and needed to be together, which your island life could not have provided. I made sure to protect your secrets, and no one ever seen my transformation. I do not think I am suited for life on an island like that, but if you feel it needs to be done, I will comply.'
Or something like that. It is true; I wanted to be with my sister. It also triggered my mental ticks, but being with my sister was still also a reason I did not want to go. But now she was gone anyway. She has friends, she has a loving husband... she doesn't need me anymore. She is busy... living. A life like that is poison to me- I can't follow her there. I didn't want to go to the island still, but, I dunno. I guess I sort of felt like the jig was up at that point. The most sound of my excuses to evade capture had fallen through. The next night, Zero appeared to see how I enjoyed the wedding. For me, the quality of the event was measured more like how well I survived it. Anyway, I gave Zero the letter to pass back to his masters. He was surprised I would finally turn myself in like that. So was I, really. It sort of felt like a dream, like my body guided itself to doing that rather than it being a consciously devised plan. My brain don't quite work correctly, so, what I think is right might not always be right, y'know? So maybe going to the island was right.
When me and Zero hung out that night, I started to get nostalgic and mushy, talking about how I will miss this and that. I had dug myself a comfortable little hole to live my life in and did not want to leave, haha. I don't deal with change well. Maybe that is why I wrote the letter right away like that- the longer I thought about it, the more the muscles in my chest tightened. The more nervous I got, the less I wanted to go, but I had already made the choice so I couldn't back down. Zero left that night to bring my letter to his masters, and finally tell them what had become of the one they numbered 80.
I was pacing around my apartment all the next day on all fours, waiting for Zero to return. As usual though he did not show up during the day. He can, but he won't. He likes the crisp night air like me. I remember that night SO vividly, what a mess of emotion! I remember being so nervous in the day that I figured the only way I would get to sleep is if I juiced that big meaty mound of mine, so out came my twin toys. I am able to hold the dildos both inside using my tail, to free up my hands and arms to jostling around all my many tits. It feels good to yank on my nipples. I burned through my energy climaxing before bed and fell asleep. It felt like even my dreams were trying to console me, to tell me it would be okay, even if it felt like it wouldn't. I remember when I woke up. It was still dark, though technically morning. The window was open and Zero had helped himself to a glass of water and was returning to the bedroom when I woke. He smiled and just casually told me.
"It is fine. RHE doesn't need you on the island. They completely understand. I told you before- they are all about taking care of their own, and even if you sort of ran away- you are still a test subject. You are... family. RHE will look after you, and if what you need is to be left alone- that is what will happen."
I remember the next day when I dumped my garbage bag off in the dumpster behind the building I rummaged a bit. I found my own letter in there- crumpled up and abandoned. Zero's emotions are hard to read, and it makes him good at keeping secrets, like mine. He never brought the letter back to his masters, he never told them about me. When he told me they consider me family, maybe it was his own name that was meant to be there in place of theirs. You may have noticed when I talked about having no friends earlier, I used past tense. Yea, for the longest time I had no friends... but I do now. Not a man, or a woman. Not a human at all. But Zero is still my friend, and I always look forward to an open window, when I wake up. |
(M tf Mouse)
Sam is a good looking young man- just 24 and getting his groove at his job. Forward swept short and bristly blond hair and hazel eyes; it seems like he would be quite popular with people... and he is... depending on how well they actually know him. Women flirt with him often- but that is because they do not know his personality. He did not intend to hurt his ex-girlfriend Mattie, but he certainly did, and should have definitely seen it coming.
Sam has a beautiful, busty and honestly a bit dumb of a girlfriend now named Lucy. Unfortunately after Sam dumped Mattie, she found out from someone else that Sam had already been dating for at LEAST a week BEFORE he dumped Mattie. Yea; sorry chump but you are not skilled enough to dual wield women. Mattie of course was already sad from being dumped so suddenly, and crushed when she found out he was already cheating on her. They hadn't even been dating that long, so it is like he immediately lost interest in her, and didn't bother to even tell her. Grade A etiquette there. He was apologetic toward her... sort of. He did not hurt her deliberately, but also felt he was entitled to cheat on her because he is still young and obviously going to be testing his options. Maybe if he was still a teen, and had discussed it openly with her at some point beforehand, that excuse would be acceptable. Neither of those things were true however.
So now Mattie has to work across from the ass who cheated on her- especially painful when shows up at the end of work to go home with him and Mattie can see what a busty airhead Sam replaced her with. Sam went to walk out with Lucy after work one day and nearly walked into the breasts of a woman much taller than him!
"O-oh. Uh, sorry about that." He was a bit stunned- he never seen a woman as tall and beautiful as her.
She pat his shoulder. "Quite alright young man."
The woman gave him an oddly knowing smile before passing him to enter the building as he exited. He thought she looked familiar but could not put his finger on it, and shrugged it off to return to his apartment with Lucy. The woman walked up to Mattie sitting at her desk still.
"Heyyy... doing a little better?"
"Oh, mom. What are you doing here?"
"Just in the area and decided to check on you- I also wanted to see that ex of yours. See what sort of wretch he is."
"He already went home."
"Oh I know- I passed him on the way out."
"... you didn't do anything to him, did you?"
Matilda just shrugged with a grin on her face. Shame that the first woman Sam decides to completely screw over just so happens to have a mother who is a literal witch.
As usual, Lucy was clingy and Sam did not mind- her holding onto his arm also unintentionally squished her tits against him. He was feeling a bit rowdy tonight himself, and as soon as they ate dinner he suggested they take it to the bedroom. Lucy took her clothes off with him and then knocked him over onto the bed before climbing on him and sitting on his prick. She bounced her bubble butt on his lap, sending her generous breasts clapping against her chest and occasionally bouncing off each other, rolling around on her chest like jello spheres.
Sam usually lasted a decent time, but he was a bit caught off guard. This time he felt himself peaking faster than normal so he wasn't ready to edge himself back, because he did not believe he could be that close so soon. It was also oddly more intense than normal. There was a subtle feeling through his entire body down toward his crotch before it became pleasurable and amplified as it fired through his genitals and spiked the internal tension- sending him into orgasm. The feeling was unusually intense as well, causing him to reflexively buck several more times- hard enough to bounce Lucy's entire body weight off him several times. His mind blanked in pleasure and it took him over a minute for his neurons to start firing again. Lucy would be frustrated with how quick he shot, but she was feeling strange too- but in a way so subtle that she could not even identify what was off. Ironically that was exactly what is off. She isn't normally that perceptive.
The two slept together that night soundly like usual, but when Sam woke up the next day he was abnormally aroused- especially considering he just had sex before going to sleep. He ended up having to stand back and bend over just to go to the bathroom because his erection was a little too incessant. Even by the time he finished breakfast and was getting fully dressed to head to work, he was groaning as he tried to stuff his erection under his clothes in a way where the bulge wasn't obvious. Lucy seductively told him she could help him with that and give herself a more protein rich breakfast, so Sam certainly did not stop her.
He left his pants undone and flopped out over his underpants for her to work him off quickly so he could go to work. He glanced a bit nervously at the clock, not wanting to be late, but knowing there was no way he was going to stop her even if he was late. She knelt down, still naked from last night since she doesn't have work to run off to. Lucy wrapped her deep scarlet lips around his dick and sucked him off- unintentionally lifting and bumping his balls between her tits and his pelvis- her breasts are too soft and bouncy do to them any harm. Like the night before, he felt a sort of buildup through more of his body than he would normally as his orgasm approached. Most likely from going twice so close together; he lasted a bit longer than the night before, but his orgasm was still abnormal- this time due to volume!
His urethra actually stretched tight and wider than normal to accommodate the volume of liquid blasting through all at once! He fired off thick ropes of dense semen and Lucy's cheeks puffed up a bit before she made a very audible gulp just in time to get the next blast! His orgasm lasted 30 full seconds, but continued to taper off slowly over another 40- so a bit over a minute... which doesn't sound long on paper, but the average is 22 seconds, and the average volume of fluid is nowhere even close to what he just did. Lucy swallowed just because she was surprised by it and did not have time to think, though as she popped off she was also expecting a bitter taste but found a pleasant aftertaste instead. It wasn't a taste she had ever experienced before, and not unpleasant at all... nothing like his cum normally tastes. His diet didn't change so why would the taste of his semen suddenly shift?
Sam stepped back to get his clothes in place and almost tripped because her boobs were stuck between his legs. They looked unusually perky today. Sam thanked her and hustled off to work. Lucy went to get dressed and get ready to stream on Flinch like usual- making her income off donors who want to watch her play... well any games really- it wasn't the game they watch for. She tossed on a very loose top and was going to go braless like usual, but noticed her nipples were visible through her top. That is odd, this shirt is incredibly loose on her normally- too loose to show anything. It almost looked like it was being held further out from her torso... are her breasts a bit swollen? Water retention? She shouldn't be on her period for a while yet. She is a bit too old to undergo any sort of growth spurts and her diet hasn't changed so her weight should not be increasing.
Sam on the other hand was having a bit of an opposite reaction- he kept pulling his pants up a bit at work, as if they did not fit quite right anymore. He barely thought about it himself though; too distracted with random almost-boners. His penis seemed restless today, and he felt himself getting random half-chubs at the sight of almost any female in the office! Why is he still horny? With both sex and a blowjob in recent thought, he kept unintentionally wandering back to that in his thoughts and making himself more aroused, having to shuffle the way he sits and moves constantly so he did not tent his pants.
By noon he decided to cut the end of his lunch break and sneak off to the bathroom to work himself off, so he could actually have some of his concentration back to get work done in the latter half of the day at least. His penis almost felt... more sensitive than normal? It was easier to work himself up to a higher pleasure intensity than normal and hold there even without really trying. He turned to fire into the toilet once he hit his peak, but felt the odd, subtle rolling sensation through his body concentrating toward his crotch again and his orgasm seemed to increase in intensity a moment or two into the orgasm already happening. He once again shot a freakishly massive load, and it was so intense that Sam actually collapsed to his knees in slow motion, shuddering from his climax. He felt dizzy and then suddenly weak and even after the orgasm ended, he sat on the floor on his knees, dazed- his brain utterly stunned and only producing half-thoughts.
As soon as he went to stand up he had to grab his pants to hold them at the proper height. Why was his pants so loose? He looked down at them and also noted the fabric of his shirt was also more flappy than normal- not quite holding to his body. He continued to feel a bit dazed for some time even after this- returning to work in the afternoon, now free of unwanted erections but also groggy and his thoughts still sort of felt like they were 'floating'. Several times he typed something; realized he spelled it wrong, then went to correct himself but re-entered the word with such haste that he typed the exact same thing a second time- remaking the exact same mistake two or three times before getting frustrated and actually doing it slow enough to correct it. He was being impatient with himself and not at all accounting for the sudden slowness of his own thoughts. He also did not notice Mattie watching him from across the room; still wondering what her mother might have done.
Sam glanced up at the clock as he seen Mattie walk past to leave- realizing he had stayed at work longer than he normally would. He was relying on Lucy visiting him at the end of the day, and she just didn't today. It was never a guarantee, so not something he should have relied on in the first place. When he got home, he was immediately greeted with the smell of dinner. She grinned at him and ushered him to the table, eager to see how he likes her cooking. Wait, Lucy knows how to cook? Whenever he doesn't feel like making something they usually end up getting takeout because she can barely boil hotdogs without setting the kitchen on fire. Apparently she was feeling a bit inspired today and ended stream earlier to look up some cooking instructions online and made an actual nice dinner! Sam also noticed she did not say 'like' nearly as much as she usually does. Lucy has a habit of talking faster than her brain can actually process things, and her placeholder word is 'like'. Like when your brain totally, like, just needs time to like, catch up.
After dinner he got into some looser, comfier clothes and they sat on the couch watching movies most of the night. Lucy was oddly quiet- usually she is asking him about plot points as the movie goes; completely missing any even remotely subtle hints the movie gives. Sam was feeling a bit restless though himself- there was not enough action in these movies. They were a little too plot heavy, or at least- they felt like that tonight.
Lucy kept glancing at him- or more specifically the bulge in his looser pants. He was once again getting boners rather easily at the female actors- who admittedly were deliberately made to meet a rather absurd beauty standard. Lucy grinned, then inched closer and licked her lips, remembering the oddly pleasant taste of him from earlier that day. Sam was oblivious to her advance till he felt the weight of her tits sink into his lap and looked down to see her grinning at him. She placed a finger on his dick and rolled it around through the fabric till his pre created a dark spot.
Neither of them even said anything- the movie continued to play ignored in the background now. Under her baggy shirt Lucy only wore panties and nothing else, and easily slid those down as she sat on his lap and impaled herself on his rod. This time instead of slamming up and down she remained fully seated and rocked herself back and forth, sometimes pausing and grinding on his shaft while her hips are drawn back and she is leaned forward- to grind her clit on the crook between shaft and crotch! She never got 'fancy' with it before- just doing the most basic of moves... but she also ended up coming back only half-satisfied herself, because he always cums before her. But she is usually on top- which means she is the one in control; it was technically her own fault she didn't climax, so she was rectifying that this time. Sam loved the feeling of her meaty butt in his lap but... was it... bigger? She feels bigger against him than normal, was she putting on weight? If Lucy was gaining weight- it was only affecting two parts of her figure.
With his back propped on the couch and her leaning forward to grind on his shaft, her breasts were smashed against his chest, billowing out round and tight to the sides as the fronts were mashed inward- he could feel her erect nipples grinding small circles against his chest. Sam once again felt the odd flowing feeling, this time a bit stuttered. He felt more and more pent up, like he had not cum in ages even though that couldn't be further from the truth. He erupted again an unusual amount of cum and his climax lasted abnormally long, not that either of them were complaining.
When Lucy went to get off him she was surprised when his dick popped out so quickly and easily, slapping his gut as it still had some stiffness to it. Was his dick always so... unimpressive? As she stood, her brow furrowed at how small he looked on the couch. But something else was off. When she rolled her shirt back down over her tits and tried to slide her panties up she noticed both had changed their fit! Her panties hugged her a little too tight, and her normally very loose top was actually hugging her breasts loosely at the mid-point.
Sam was again dazed, a bit dizzy, and unable to put together any coherent thoughts for some time after shooting his load and just had a dumb grin on his face from the pleasure. His smile faded as he had to crane his neck to look up at his girlfriend.
Lucy turned to look around the whole room before looking back at Sam. "Am... I bigger?"
Not just her tits or ass- her entire body is larger... but to also emphasize that change; Sam is smaller overall. He was wearing looser, more flexible clothes to be comfy at home but now they barely fit on him- if the waist was not elastic his pants would fall right off if he stood up. He lost almost a full foot of height, almost instantly!
The shadows behind the couch, cast by the TV spiraled and rose up behind Sam, and Lucy quickly pointed them out to him as he scrambled off the couch to stand by Lucy. The shadow coalesced into the woman he had bumped into the other day- Matilda; Mattie's mother.
"W-who the fuck are you? How did you get in here?! I am going to call the c-mph!"
Matilda's right arm suddenly sprung out three times longer than it should be, with far too many joints suddenly. Her fingers on that hand now extremely long and bony as she wrapped her hand around his face to shut him up.
"Shhh, that mouth of yours has gotten you into enough trouble already. Now is the time for listening, not talking." Matilda glanced at Lucy to see if she would dare make a sound, but Lucy smartly remained silent. "You cheated on my daughter, and so early in the relationship... it would have been so simple to just tell her you were not interested and go your separate ways. But no, you lead her on, let her down, and then stomped on her feelings afterwards. Your behavior has been sub-human, and so I have cursed you to remove the humanity you do not properly use. You have already displayed an utter lack of restraint and so I have expended very little effort into cursing you- letting YOU do the rest of the work yourself. You see, rather than turn you into anything, I have instead given your body an alternate shape that it could take, should it decide it no longer wishes to be human. I then cast a spell to essentially dissolve your humanity." Sam's eyes widened as he recalled the subtle feeling of movement down toward his crotch before orgasm. "Have you felt it? Your humanity liquefying? Liquid is quite heavy, so it tends to run downward and collect..." She motioned down his body from his head and stopping at his crotch with her free hand. "And then you willingly rejected it from your body."
Lucy furrowed her brow, shaking her head in disbelief. "Wh- then why am I growing bigger?! What did you do to me?!"
Matilda looked at her for a moment in silence- unaware that anything had happened to Lucy till just now. "You have ingested his discarded humanity. I have cast nothing against you, my dear."
"So I am bigger because...?"
"You consumed him... becoming sort of... double-human, for lack of a better term. If you'd rather not- then simply do not ingest it."
As soon as Matilda took her hand off Sam's mouth he immediately opened it. "Then I just don't cum then!"
Maltilda laughed heartily for half a minute. "Yes. Sure. If it does not leave your body, it doesn't really matter what state it is in- eventually it will settle back into its proper shape. All you need to do is not cum. Which is why I have absolutely no doubt that you will be a beast within a day or two, at most."
Her eyes flashed red a moment as her form dissolved into the shadows again as if she had never been there in the first place and it was all an optical illusion. So that is why he is so spaced out and making dumb decisions while Lucy has been unusually aware and articulated- she literally ate his intellect without even knowing! The two of them looked at each other in silence, blushing. Both were afraid now- knowing that magic is real, and that Sam has already managed to anger a witch. They could not have sex now- because if he ejaculates his humanity goes with it. That is why he has been cumming so much; the added liquid mass is dissolved humanity!
Sam and Lucy obviously had absolutely no problem keeping their hands off each other for the rest of the night- they were both a bit terrified at the discovery that witches are real. Matilda just appeared and then disappeared already in the house, so what was stopping her from being in the room with them, right now, and they just aren't aware of it? What was the extent of her power? Was there a way to counteract it? If Sam didn't watch his step, he could anger her and make it even worse. His retort earlier was already rather snappy, and ill-advised regardless. Matilda seems amused and intent on letting his own lack of restraint end him, so that much has saved him from an immediate demise. Lucy at least seems a bystander- Matilda has no ill will against her, so as long as she does not go against the witch she should remain safe. Lucy did have to fight back some intrusive thoughts on the matter though. Like the fact she could make herself bigger, curvier, and smarter if she sucked Sam dry. The guilt of dooming him might not be worth it, though. And Sam would not allow it regardless, now that he knew the stakes.
The next day in order to go to work he embarrassingly had to borrow a top from Lucy. She has some deliberately too-small, flexible shirts that he could fit into now that he has shrunk. He wore a tightened belt to keep his pants up and had to fold the bottom of the legs up onto themselves in order to wear his own pants. Everyone gawked at him at work but no one actually said anything at risk of offending. Sam was again cursed with unwanted boners- his morning wood took almost an hour to go away, and his arousal seems to be on a hair trigger. His penis starts to wake up and roll out at the sight of any woman in the office, or even if he thinks about a woman for too long- which is a lot easier to do by accident now that his intelligence has dipped. He had to hit the trigger below his chair to raise it as high as it could go to even sit at his desk properly.
It was also unfortunately easier to pitch a tent in his pants because his underwear fit so loose, so his dick could stand up against the pull of the fabric, forcing him to adjust himself constantly. He felt more and more pent up as the day went on- even before noon he was uncomfortable and easily distracted. He caught himself almost instinctively reaching down to his crotch before stopping himself. Sam rocked back and forth in his chair lightly like he had to go to the bathroom badly- but it was arousal not a full bladder that made him restless. By noon he was forcing himself to be still and had to sit uncomfortably more weight on his tail bone; because his taint now felt swollen and sensitive against the seat under him. His underpants felt sticky and moist from all the precum he was releasing not even touching himself.
Sam did not think it would be hard to just not cum... he did not account for the fact that the spell would still melt his humanity, regardless of whether he released it afterwards. So more and more liquid was still building up inside of him, settling down into his privates, a subtle outward pressure deep inside his most tender bits. More and more cum waiting and wanting to come out... his body wasn't built to naturally hold much in. A little bit of his IQ, a little bit of his size, a little bit of his personality, a little bit of his physical traits, stuffing itself into his genitals. His insides felt bloated with its weight, wanting so badly to get out. His muscles struggling to hold it back, leaking precum more and more as the muscles tire and numb from the unrelenting pressure.
Every time he moved even a little bit, he would feel a pulse of pleasure causing his dick to jump! The liquid rocked against his insides, petting his prostate from the inside out! The pleasure caused everything to tense up and threaten to explode out. The muscles tightening in his groin against the tide of hot liquid goo- but the pleasure acting like a feather under a muscular arm, tickling them, causing them to flinch and risk a complete collapse.
Sam leaned back in his chair, his heart jumping at the sight of not only the tent on the front of his pants but the large dark spot of moisture soaking through! It looked like he pissed himself- it was entirely precum! Just looking at his raging boner through the fabric caused his arousal to spike and a pulse of pleasure went off without him even touching himself. Then a few stray thoughts of putting said dick to use and a few more pulses of pleasure! The pleasure mirrored the waves of cum inside of him, rocking back and forth in intensity like an increasingly aggressive tide!
He gripped the arms of his chair and suddenly lurched forward with a surprised look on his face. Oh no! He wasn't moving at all and the pleasure pulses were still becoming more frequent and powerful at a faster and faster speed! He was approaching orgasm! Sam didn't even touch himself!! His body wasn't made to hold that much liquid- a lot of the semen a man produces was produced DURING sex- it wasn't already in him just sitting there, so the body doesn't really have any storage space for that!
Sam scrambled to the bathroom, tripping over his own chair and several plants and a fax machine in his mad dash- while also being bent over forward to try and hide the wet patch and raging boner, as well as try and stop the fabric of his pants from rubbing against the wedged head even worse than it already is.
Sam barely made it into the bathroom, awkwardly yanking his pants down as he tried to run across to the toilet but only made it a single step through the door before he absolutely exploded! He felt immediately weak, and collapsed onto one knee from dizziness! His orgasm was blindingly intense and his thoughts utterly blanked again; disabling his ability to try and resist it at all to hold any in. There was so much cum this time that he was not even shooting ropes of it- it was one continuous stream! The contractions between blasts only slowed the flow- they were unable to actually interrupt it completely. The puddle below him grew in size, painting the tile floor in thick goo! When the cum leaves him it has a dim blue glow to it, but the flow fades quickly once outside of his body- so in the growing puddle the glow fades as it travels outward in brief ripples of pale blue.
As Sam came his clothes started to loosen even more on him! His ears did not shrink with the rest of him however, making them look larger and rounder than they should be. The muscles in his lower back twitched and danced downward as his tail bone extended a bit into a chubby cone of a proto-tail! His nails narrowed, causing them to thicken and lengthen a bit into points as they compressed horizontally, becoming tiny translucent claws. The hair in his crotch thickened but also shortened and became softer... turning to a mat of fur rather than pubic hair. The hair on his head also became softer like fur- but for the time being remained otherwise unchanged.
Before he could even form proper thoughts again he was already in a panic at the sight of the huge puddle in front of him! All of that used to be... well, himself. He even briefly considered trying to eat his own cum in spite of being in a semi-public bathroom on the floor- but given how quickly the glow faded from it after it left him; it wouldn't return his humanity. Without a physical host all his intellect, personality, and, well, 'self' amounts to, is a pattern of bioelectrical energy. And without something physical to shape it- as soon as it leaves the body it completely loses the shape that made it 'him' and it just becomes regular, indistinguishable energy. The part of himself he unintentionally put into Lucy is ironically the only part that retains its shape- it is in a different body, but it still has a physical medium to maintain itself.
He had to once again hold his pants up as he stood to clean the mess. His belt was already as tight as it could go- his buckle was on the very first hole on the belt! He had to roll the pant legs up again, and his shirt now fit like Lucy's loose night top, even though it was one of Lucy's smaller, tighter fitting women's shirts. He lost a LOT of size this time. Far too much to try to pass it off and continue working- he had to sneak out of work and return home. If someone actually seen him in this state they would probably call the hospital or the police, afraid he has some bizarre shrinking disease or something. No one is going to buy that 'a witch did it'.
He scrambled home, having every person on the street gawk openly at the small man with big ears running while holding his pants- with a damp spot still on the front. Even some of the passing cars slowed down as the driver stared at him. Once at home Lucy immediately ended her stream out of concern, though was afraid to be too close to him or touch him. If he had that much of a hair-trigger, his enlarged big-titted girlfriend wasn't going to make anything better.
Sam had to think hard about what to do, though not an easy feat with his diminished intellect. He came while at WORK- the least sexy place he could think of, without even touching himself. So no matter what he does, he cannot stop himself from ejaculating at some point. He will fill up with molten humanity like a balloon till he pops and blasts himself hollow. He asked Lucy what he could do, because she was now as smart if not a little smarter than he is.
"Well... if you can't stop yourself, there isn't anything you can do. Which means you need someone else to stop you."
"How do you stop me from cumming? Once I hit climax, that is it."
She wandered away as he spoke and came back a moment later, holding up a small, thick rubber ring. "Remember when you wanted to try a cockring? I got the wrong measurements, because numbers used to make my head hurt." She stuck two fingers in, flexing the ring, showing him how tight it is. "We can still fit it around your dick- but only if you are completely flaccid, like right now. It might, y'know, cut off some of the blood flow so it probably isn't great for you, but, it also won't let the cum out."
"That ring won't fit at all though- it is way too tiny."
Lucy just put her hand on his head, then moved it across to her stomach- reminding him he is considerably smaller than he is supposed to be... and thus, so is his cock. He couldn't get the ring on at all before- it fit now. It doesn't matter if his body can't hold it in, if it isn't his body holding it back in the first place.
It actually almost fit a bit loose at first, but his seemingly random erections quickly made it fit. His shaft turned red and the veins bulged massively with a dark purple tone from the ring trapping blood in his shaft- it flows in a lot easier than it flows out, causing his dick to engorge further than it would normally be able to. That made his erection basically impossible to get rid of, which was uncomfortable; but also the only option they had to keep him inside of his own body.
His forearms, shins, and chest got a sparse layer of sandy brown fur slowly as the day went on. Sam was too perpetually distracted and absentminded to notice, so Lucy did not bother to bring it up, at risk of just needlessly worrying him. The fact he was that aroused and not leaking pre meant the ring was working- nothing could get out. He can still orgasm with the ring on but nothing is going to leave his body. His humanity was still melting though, pooling into his lower body and focusing in on his genitals. It was like he was being stuffed inside of his own dick. She caught him humping at the air randomly from arousal and absence of thought to retrain himself. His pants fell off while this happened early on and he barely even noticed to pull them back on, so he quickly forgot entirely that he was naked from the hip down and just wandered the house aimlessly with only one of Lucy's shirts on. Slowly a coat of soft fur spread from the base of his dick over his balls as well- at first just tracing the cleft but then spreading over the entire thing.
It was just before dinner that he started to groan and complain that he was too full- and felt like he was going to explode. His genital muscles did not have the strength required to detonate themselves, and the spell itself wasn't actually forcing anything out of him, so as much as it probably felt like he was going to explode; Lucy assured him he could not. Under the coat of fur though; his scrotum is blushing a rather aggressive tone of pink. The divot between nuts shallows as the wrinkles in his ballsack flatten out and his scrotum pulls taut!
As they were finishing their dinner, he was sweating from the sensations and strain of his body and quickly groaned loudly as Sam shoved his chair back from the table to look down at himself and immediately gasped. Lucy thought he was again exaggerating but when she looked around the table at him and seen what he did she immediately stood up in surprise! His testicles made a strained, muffled squelching sound through the quiet sound of stretching outer tissue! His entire scrotum was enlarging! His balls are inflating bigger and bigger, forcing the scrotum to stretch to fit them! Almost all rodents have VERY large testicles compared to their body size. They quickly returned to their normal size, which, looked like softball sized compared to the rest of his shrunken body. Soon his hand could only encompass half a ball each, then a quarter!
Sam's mouth was gaping open but the only sound coming out was a quiet, strained groan. His eyes were crossed from the feeling and sheer force of liquid against the base of his cock. Pleasure bounced from his prostate to cockhead and then back again over and over at an intensity that would normally have put him well over the tipping point already. Once each testicle was like the size of a basketball in comparison to his body- or a softball compared to Lucy- he hit climax and buckled over in the chair, wheezing from the onslaught of pleasure. The ring on his cock dug in painfully to the base as the throbs all stopped at the ring- unable to pass it. Lucy was wordlessly watching him, unsure of what was even happening at this point as she seen the base of his cock expand below the ring!
The flesh and fur at the very base of his shaft started to expand forward, making his entire dick seem to get longer. The growth was slowly forcing the ring further and further up! Oh no- the pressure will never be enough to burst him, but what about the ring? How much pressure can the ring fight back? It is thick, rather solid rubber- not particularly flexible as far as rubbers go. The ring shoved up higher and higher as more and more of the shaft grew fur and bloated out freakishly wide! The urethral bulge on his shaft looked like an overfull tube-balloon full of water!
Because the base became so much thicker than the rest, the ring was forced forward and as soon as it popped off the end between foreskin and glans, it became loose again... too loose to contain him. Sam fell off the front of the chair entirely and collapsed onto all fours as he absolutely erupted cum onto the floor- with enough force to actually make a sticky splashing sound! His dick then seemed to become a bit shorter- but bloated massively in girth trying to match the furry base now as what used to be his foreskin was now converted to a sheath! The ring once again squeezed painfully on the bloating shaft, cutting his ejaculation short but not his orgasm; the force of every throb slamming against the ring and bloating the urethra obscenely on the shaft below that point! The top of his shaft turned a deep violet like a dark bruise from blood pressure and with a loud, abrupt clack sound the rubber snapped! Though his penis did not get longer- it became far too girthy for the ring to tolerate and shattered it.
Sam once again resumed blasting the floor under him, howling wildly in blinding pleasure as his mind literally emptied. His entire body started to feel less full, lighter. He felt the subtle tingling movement through his entire body, stronger as it approached his cock and drained himself. His body shrank more, but his ears enlarged and his tail developed further and grew much, much longer! The fur from his balls progressed over his swollen taint and took the base of the tail- encapsulating it. Well, that confirmed he is turning into a mouse, not a rat. A rat's tail is naked, with scaly skin, but his has fur.
The glans of his penis started to stretch with growth as he continued to jet cum, becoming oddly long. Eventually with a sudden surge, the lower shaft inverted his corona- creating a thin, tight ridge where they had formerly been! His glans became so stretched out and the color so diffused that they mirrored the shaft below... becoming a second tier of the penis! As his orgasm finally tapered off, his urethra stretched further than his dick- the skin projecting out around it and blooming outward a bit! It formed what looked almost like a cartoon depiction of a waterspout would be, or a pair or pursed lips! This projection is known simply as MUMP for short- and essentially acts as a loose seal over the cervix to focus-fire their semen!
Though he still looks like a grown man- he is the size of a small kid. His nuts are so large they eclipse his inner thighs, and his phallus has been entirely transformed into the shape of a mouse's! The inside of his hands look a bit bulbous now too- fat deposits have formed bubbles under the skin to give him the pads of a rodent. His feet have also changed structure to look more like his hands- the toes longer and can spread further apart, but also have become nearly twice as long. That is as far as they should turn though- most rodents are plantigrade like humans. His tail now lashed around at a length longer than his legs and entirely covered in fur! Sam's teeth have even become bucked- long enough that the tips are visible even when his mouth is closed, overlapping his lips slightly. Even emptied, his enlarged balls swing around heavily under him with every movement. He stood up now and the shirt fell off his shoulders- the collar only caught on the crook of his elbows, otherwise it would have fallen entirely off his body; far, far too big for him. Even when he is fully standing, the bottom of the shirt touches the floor under him- big enough to cover his entire form. The fur on his head that had been mimicking his former hair was now shorter like fur, and has started to grow sparsely in an arrow down the middle of his forehead, trying to reach the bridge of his nose before it paused. He also has a patch of sparse fur on his upper back to mirror the patch on his chest.
He groans and tries to make several attempts to talk, but trails off, or says the wrong word and confuses himself as to what he was trying to say in the first place. It is several minutes later that he actually strings together some intelligible sentences and by then Lucy has already cleaned up the massive puddle of goo on the kitchen floor. Obviously; he is worried. Lucy is also worried now too, but tries to mask it as to not exasperate his anxiety. The ring was the last idea she had- and even if he did not burst it with his changing dick... he shrank enough by now that it would no longer fit regardless. Even though it seemed big to him; his penis is about the length of two segments on Lucy's pinky finger. They don't make cockrings that size.
Sam could feel the subtle motion through his body all the time now, very faintly. He felt so light, so weak... so small. He was still shrinking without orgasm because his humanity was liquefying and falling down into his genitals- removing it from the rest of his body even before it was removed from the body overall. His voice was also a lot smaller now- a bit higher pitch but also just quieter and harder to hear in general. His tail got even longer as he shrank, almost doubling his overall length. Lucy had to help him get around, because he was now so small it was hard for him to get onto the couch or into chairs, and he could not reach the sink or look at himself in mirrors because they are too high up!
It did not take long for him to start dripping pre again, his dick unintentionally erect and twitching. He seemed to space out, and did not say anything or really react so Lucy thought he was fine till he climaxed suddenly out of the blue! Because the shirt is so huge on him he came all over the inside of the shirt as he continued to shrink rapidly, the shirt hanging looser and looser; looking more like a blanket around him. Lucy could hear his gasps and moans shrinking with his body! His orgasm lasted almost two minutes this time! He was cumming as much as ever, but now his penis is smaller so it takes longer for it to all get out. Now he is the size of an oversized action figure- his penis the length of a leather needle and the girth of a pencil. Each of his balls was the size of a marble.
The shirt was far too big to even cling loosely to him now- there is enough fabric for him to get lost inside of it, and it's soaked in his cum anyway. Now he is so tiny Lucy has to carry him everywhere. She knows he is doomed at this point- but of course does not tell him that. He clearly cannot stop ejaculating himself. Soon there will be no Sam left, just a placeholder mouse.
She tried watching TV with him in her lap but he was clearly spaced out again- not really watching the TV just staring blankly at it.
"So much..."
"Hmm?" She had to bend over to better hear him- his voice is so small.
"Feels good, but there is so much... in me. It needs out but I can't... I-I-I c-c-caahaaa- AEEE!"
He bent over and shuddered violently as his tiny penis fired heavy streamers of glowing blue goo. The fur on his back spread- the fur on his forearms spread to the backs of his hands. The fur on his tail and crotch consumed his butt entirely, but as it covered his thighs his legs shuddered several times due to violent re-location of the bones within shifting shape! His thighs became shorter and MUCH rounder! His gut started to round out and the fur crept up half of it before stopping! His front teeth got even longer- they were now very obviously visible. The bridge of his nose now lifted a bit, pulling his jaws further out as well though not by a lot. When he started his orgasm this time he squeaked just like a mouse!
"Aww, geeze. Watch where you are spraying that at least..."
He covered her pant leg in goo and got it all over her right hand. Lucy licked it off her hand almost entirely on reflex, realizing what she was doing while already doing it- and her entire body grew slightly. W-well... he can't keep himself contained, but there is no use letting it go to waste too.
As her intellect went up, Lucy came to realize how Sam treated her more like a trophy before than anything. He liked her because she looks good and has big tits. He cheated on and dumped Mattie because he was intimidated by her intelligence. He felt like less of a man because she was smarter than his dumb ass, so he went and found someone dumber than he is. Well, guess what? She isn't dumber now. She did not want to see him succumb to such a fate, but she has no way of keeping him in... himself- and he clearly does not have the ability to contain himself either. If you can't stop the car; might as well enjoy the ride.
She stripped naked while he was still too dazed by his the strength of his orgasm to comprehend anything, and then plucked him up and dropped him into her cleavage! He is now the size of a regular action figure! He also cannot even stand up straight- he has a mean forward slouch; his spine got a bit longer. Mice can stand on their back legs just fine- but they can't walk on only their back legs. He tried to stand up before even realizing fully where he was, and when he did his hips immediately bucked forward in reflex to the arousal spike and he flopped onto all fours! Her breasts are extremely soft on his scale- causing his comparatively tiny hands to sink so far into her fat tits that he could not lift himself up off their surface! When he tried to stand up, all he did was shove her boob down- his actual relative position doesn't change at all!
Being so tiny and having a better sense of smell also let him smell her nethers from her cleavage- the scent trailing up through her cleavage from down below which caused him to become so aroused he was practically drunk, because compared to him the hormonal concentration was through the roof. Lucy teasingly pat him on the back with a single finger- shoving his body and dick against her tit flesh and bouncing him off her boobs several times before turning him over.
He lay on his back, cradled in her cleavage and breathing heavily. His balls were drawn up tightly to his body and bobbed one and then the other over and over. He was dripping pre steadily, but his dick is so small it just formed into a tiny bead that grew over half a minute into a full drop before rolling down. His personality felt so... goopy. Sticky, thick and goopy- his memories running together as they melted, making them impossible to make sense of. So many words he could not remember. Everything in his body felt like it was slowly getting heavier; bending and dripping downward, welling up at the base of his twitching cock! His big head now stuck inside his little head, ready to erupt out of him entirely!
Sam tried to say something but forgot mid-attempt half of the words he was trying to say, and then his face started to click and snap. He was too small for Lucy to hear anything at all- but to his mouse ears he could hear it loudly. His face pushed forward, causing the bridge of his nose to face further and further up! His upper lip became more cleft, making his large front teeth even move obvious, and now the front two on his bottom jaw also enlarged! His facial expression twitched and scrunched up at the feeling of whiskers pushing out of his face and growing longer! The fur on top of his head started to spread out- though only took the backs of his ears, leaving the pastel pink inner flesh exposed fully. His gut and then chest as well started to round out, making his entire body rounder, and the fur thickened and spread even more!
Lucy bend down while cupping the underside of her boobs, so her face came down to Sam and she encapsulated his entire penis in her plush lips alone! His penis is so small now that it isn't even long enough to make it past her lips to actually get to her mouth! He immediately started humping frantically, squeaking without meaning to, frantically trying to reach that delicious white hot pleasure again, forgetting what it would do to him. Or perhaps there was not enough Sam left in the head to care in the first place- Sam was not in the body or the head; he was in the balls and cock, waiting to get out!
Made a few too many decisions using your dick instead of your head, eh? Now you are trapped inside of your own dick. How's it feel in there? A bit cramped? Why not come on out~
The fur expanded on the neck, hiding its definition against the head and torso, and the face got even longer, coming to a pointed muzzle- the fur was sparse enough at the very end to reveal the pink skin under it and the naked pink nose. Its whiskers twitched constantly, and its tail writhed in Lucy's cleavage under itself!
Give him to Lucy, little mouse. You don't need Sam, give him to her, reject the humanity~
The mouse shrank more and more, turning into a itty bitty field mouse- its entire body only as big as a ping-pong ball! His penis so tiny she could barely feel it on her lips! She felt the stream of glowing blue goo when it blast out though. The mouse had tried to fight it- even though it did not remember why. It was so much packed into such a tiny little body though, it could not be contained. The little mouse flailed its arms and legs around randomly, squeaking and trembling from the intensity of the orgasm! Its enlarged balls heaved up and down for a full minute trying to force out the rest of Sam's humanity through a urethra the width of a pin.
Lucy had to straighten her legs a bit as her feet pressed into the floor in front of the couch- her legs too long to have folded up now as her body grew in size! She became a bit more athletic looking; more muscular. Her natural curves increased as well- her hips a bit wider, her breasts a bit bigger and heavier. A bit unexpected; her clit also popped itself out of its hood and grew a bit longer and considerably bigger! Even her eye color shifted to a halfway point between her natural color and Sam's.
Lucy never properly introduced herself to Mattie- but she rectified that quickly enough in the aftermath. She apologized for the harm she unintentionally caused Mattie, but Mattie was quick to tell her it was fine. Lucy had no idea who Mattie even was, and also was unaware that Sam was technically still dating her at the time till after the fact, otherwise Lucy also wouldn't have been too amused. The two of them actually became good friends, and Lucy introduced Mattie to her new pet mouse, Sam. He spent most of his time running in the plastic wheel in his cage, but she also got him a little stuffed mouse toy normally meant for cats- because Sam was a horny little fucker and liked humping it.
Mattie and Lucy actually started to date after a while. Neither had considered themselves lesbian before- but Mattie had also never attempted experiment with another girl before, and Lucy had a... sudden shift in taste. There is a little bit of Sam in there, after all. Luckily- not the part that is an asshole. |
It was an unorthodox contract, but then again, she was an unorthodox choice, so it made sense in the sort of deranged way that only nobles with more money than brain cells would think about.
At least the pay was phenomenal; Ven wouldn’t have expected a relatively simple bounty like that one to be so lucrative, but, then again, when one held the local duke ransom at fork-point, one could only assume that the vassals would get antsy about it. Not that they wouldn’t love to be the one holding their lord under their thumb, but that was just the thing: it wasn’t them, it wasn’t one of their own vying for a power grab, it was some random sorcerer who decided to come waste their time and barge into their political theatre for the sake of their own amusement. It was a frankly offensive level of disregard for proper murderous etiquette, hence why the same people who had, mere weeks prior, been planning on dumping one another into an oubliette once they were in charge, gathered to pool their funds and ask for the one fighter in the realm known to accept contracts with that level of danger to them.
Granted, none of them were expecting a five-foot-five paladin that looked more like a pudgy powerlifter than an actual combatant, nor their absolutely gargantuan nine-foot “squire”, who seemed more intent on flexing to show off to the courtiers than they were in doing any actual work; the wolfess, meanwhile, assured everyone that the two of them had faced much greater threats than a mere rogue wizard, and provided half the pay was given upfront, they’d be more than happy to rid their lands of the pesky interloper.
It wasn’t the easiest of decisions, but seeing as no one else had answered the call in the two or so weeks they managed to stall the paladin for, the duchy’s nobles had no other option but to accept. Practically crying as their coffers took a hit, the best they could do was wait, hoping beyond hope that the brainless himbo of a squire that spent a fortnight hitting on people (with varying degrees of success) could at least put their extensive musculature to good use during actual combat.
Ven herself, meanwhile, couldn’t be happier with how things turned out. She knew that herself and her trusty companion didn’t exactly inspire the most confidence when compared to most other “conventional” bounty hunters or adventuring groups, but there was a good reason why they were alive and well while plenty others had seen an early grave or forced retirement. They might look positively out of place, but they got the job done and that was all that mattered. Yes, the wolfess did have to occasionally remind Abel of what the job even was, or to stop trying to get people to touch his biceps to prove that they were, indeed, real, but her squire was ultimately dependable whenever she actually needed him to be. And for that assignment, she was going to need all the help she could get.
On the surface, it already looked to be more dangerous than their usual fare. Rather than a bandit lord or the court jester going crazy (again), what they had was a renegade, uncontrollable wizard threatening a rather prestigious lord… via the applied use of delicious and irresistible cooking. Ven herself could scarcely believe it when she first heard about it, especially given how generous the bounty was, but apparently the local duke had been kept in their home for quite a while by the time she and her squire arrived, unable to leave thanks to the wizard’s baking being that delicious.
Now, the wolfess liked to eat. She even liked to eat things that others normally wouldn’t, which was a boon and a half to her bounty hunting ventures at times. Despite this, and the fact that her body was a testament to her gluttony, even she couldn’t imagine anything being so unimaginably delectable that she’d literally be unable to get up and leave the room; on the other hand, assuming this much was true, it only went to show just how dangerous the wizard truly was, if he could hold an entire court hostage just with a handful of roasts.
Thankfully, neither herself nor Abel were in any danger of falling under the influence; not only were they (presumably) naturally resilient to magically-enhanced gluttony thanks to their own habit of scarfing down half their body weight whenever they had the chance, but they had enough protective charms on their person that any offensive or afflictive magic was sure to bounce right off. Plus, Abel could be counted on to always do the right thing when push came to shove: nothing, absolutely nothing beat that wolf’s desire to flex and show off his pristine musculature, so surely they were immunised to anything that could potentially endanger it.
Nevertheless, the approach to the duke’s castle was eerily silent, as the closer Ven and her squire came to it, the more it became clear that it hadn’t just been the lord’s family that was taken in and kept from leaving. Farms had been abandoned, tools and assorted implements still lying where they had been dropped, animals were left to graze, doors were wide open, revealing interiors which looked as if their inhabitants had left mid-meal; even the local smithy had run cold and lifeless, a wonder given the fact that there was literally a war on not a hundred miles off east, albeit a small-scale one.
The castle town had been taken, its population somehow either forced to leave their homes and livelihoods or otherwise compelled to do so; even the two adventurers, who had literally gone up against entire crypts full of the risen dead before, found the whole place to be so eerie that their fur stood on end, with Abel going so far as to hide behind Ven, as if that would do anything… or hiding even worked at all, given he was a good four feet taller than she was. The wolfess still found it endearing; it was always chuckle-worthy how that big lug acted like he was a pup half his size whenever his strength wasn’t needed for a battle.
The duke’s residence itself stood at the centre of a large lake, built on an island that was only the slightest bit larger than the castle taking up most of its surface area; Ven could only imagine how difficult it would be to assault it, given the only way in was via a drawbridge that ran for about a hundred or so yards… a drawbridge that was drawn, making it impossible to actually get in without swimming over.
Both lupines stood at the edge of the water, staring at their destination as if they could force it to open a way forward, with Ven in particular keeping both hands on her hips, daring the wizard to come let her through. It didn’t do much; all it accomplished was getting Abel to start shaking as he loudly wondered whether the “magic man” could see them, something the wolfess couldn’t be quite sure of herself.
“He has to know we’re here,” she mused aloud, more to convince herself than anything else, “so you know what?”
She breathed in, inhaling as much air as she could fit in her lungs. What she was about to do was rude, crass, and positively ridiculous, but it had worked in the past several times before; if nothing else, it would certainly serve to draw the wizard’s attention, even from all the way over where they were hiding. With all of her might, employing so much of her breathing power that she felt her lungs burn after she was done, Ven opened her mouth and let loose a single word.
It was a very rude word, one that was best not transcribed for posterity. Suffice it to say, Abel flinched and nearly tripped sideways on hearing it, his cheeks lighting up in about equal measure to Ven’s, though for an entirely different reason. The four letters, strung together to form one of the greatest insults that side of the steppes, seemed to hang in the air for long enough to congeal into an echo, one that ran through them far too many times, a much-too-long reminder of the lengths Ven went to in order to accomplish their tasks.
Still, it worked. Just as the wolfess placed her hands back on her wide hips, a single portcullis opened on the castle’s front wall, revealing a figure that, thanks to the distances involved, couldn’t really be identified. Given that they immediately fired a lightning bolt towards the two bounty hunters, however, one could be safe in the assumption that it was, indeed, the wizard. Further confirmation came when the drawbridge wasn’t so much lowered as it was dropped, cracking it in several places while leaving a few good chunks as nothing more than planks floating in the water, a colossal crash following its calamitous descent.
But hey, it worked.
“Sword at the ready,” the wolfess instructed her squire, “and get the magic shield out, don’t know if we’re gonna need it or not. Oh, and keep the amulets in the correct order this time around.”
Abel could only let out a short whimper before following the instructions provided, his whole body trembling in a way entirely unbefitting someone who was as absurdly massive as he was. Nevertheless, just as always, he was one step behind her, even if he was shaking so much that the wolfess could practically feel it from a few feet away.
Getting across to the island was surprisingly easy though, given the lack of any magical attacks on the part of the wizard. The duo expected him to reply to such an insult as the one Ven offered by slinging fireballs or throwing huge chunks of the fortifications at them, but it seemed like they had blown their load with the whole bridge thing, leaving the wolves to traverse the path with no resistance whatsoever.
The closer they came to the castle, however, the more something else became obvious: there was far more activity there than one would expect. With all the lands immediately around it being as deserted as they were, Ven assumed that most of the populace had merely been taken hostage; yet, when her and Abel came close enough to the edge of the island that they didn’t have to worry about accidentally dunking themselves in the lake, the sounds of revelry filled the air, enough so that the wolfess had to stop and wonder if it was some sort of magical enchantment, a trap perhaps… but for what?
The wizard had already made it clear that they weren’t interested in negotiating, and after crashing the bridge onto the water, it was obvious the old coot wasn’t going to be apprehended without a fight. Surely, they couldn’t be so idiotic as to think that all it took for the bounty hunters to be fooled was the sound of a party behind castle walls, which raised the question of why the noises were there to begin with. Was it a double bluff of sorts, where the wizard knew that Ven and her squire would think that it would be too obvious, thus act as if that wasn’t the case in some convoluted double-blind scheme that was sure to backfire on both parties? Or, as the wolfess began to think, was it a case of there not being any hostages in there as much as there were party-goers?
The wizard was supposedly a master chef, having stolen away the duke by way of magically enchanted cooking, so what was stopping him from inviting everyone else in order to expand their power base? Hells below, what if no one had been forced at all, and the two of them were about to walk into a debauched, debased feast where its participants were more interested in satisfying their animalistic desires than they were in maintaining even the most cursory level of decency?
Only one way to find out. Drawing her sword, the paladin wolfess walked up to the front door, a massive wooden thing that looked to be about as heavy as an entire house, and probably blocked on the other side with enough of a barricade that it would be impossible to make it budge even an inch. Still, she had to try it… and then immediately trip forward, because the door wasn’t actually there.
Ven had thrown her entire weight behind that shove, thinking she was about to slam into a solid object. Instead, her weight and momentum carried her forward through what appeared to be an illusion, causing her to collapse on the floor inside the castle itself, quickly followed by Abel, who, rather that committing the same mistake, burst through the fake door wielding a zweihander that was about as long as he was tall, snarling at whatever enemy he believed was waiting for him on the other side… only to end up staring at an empty foyer.
The whole place was deserted, though still clearly well-kept. There was no dust anywhere, with the few banners draped over the walls looking as if they’d just been put through the wash; the lanterns hanging from their hooks were fitted with brand new candles and even the very ground looked to have been given a good rinse with rose water, given its oddly floral aroma. Were circumstances any different, Ven might’ve actually felt welcome in that castle; the fact that there was a clearly dangerous wizard somewhere inside, however, left her feeling even more on edge than before.
Even worse was how the silence had vanished, replaced with the distant hubbub of a large crowd, muffled through what had to be several layers of stone. Ven and Abel exchanged a glance before the latter helped the former back onto her feet, the wolfess picking her sword up and handing it to her squire before asking for a larger blade; she had a feeling she wouldn’t be needing a shield that time around, even if they were about to plunge into some tight corridors.
It was easy enough to find the source of the commotion, however; all it took was using her sense of hearing to navigate closer to the centre of the castle, doing her best to ignore the lavish decorations that certainly no one would really mind if they went missing, focusing instead on guiding the two of them straight towards the source of all the noise, where all the populace had likely gone to. The sounds grew louder still the more the two bounty hunters walked, with it becoming clear that they were headed down to either the cellars or some underground meeting hall; an odd choice for a banquet table to be set, but perhaps the upper levels of the castle were reserved for more practical matters.
Still, the oddest thing about it was that the sounds of merriment were just that: merry. There was no screaming, no begging for mercy, certainly no shouting at a wizard to let them go; instead, if the paladin didn’t know better, she’d swear she was just hearing a regular festivity, a feast prepared by the duke for all of his subjects. Of course, none of that kingdom’s nobility would be so noble, but from what her ears could pick up, Ven had no choice but to accept that, willingly or not, the surrounding populace most likely didn’t think themselves abducted. It reached a head when the two wolves came up to yet another closed door, this one very much real as confirmed by Ven gently pushing her free hand against it. On the other side, the clanging of cutlery, the playing of instruments, the uncivilised consumption of food on such scales that it was audible to begin with.
For once in her life, Ven felt fear. Not fear for her life, but rather for whatever the hell it was that happened to be waiting for her on the other side of that door. One could never be too certain with a wizard, especially one capable of wielding powers as strange as those ones; perhaps the whole thing was an illusion in and of itself, with the wolves about to enter a macabre scene of gore that would leave them scarred for life…
… or, instead, they would emerge into a grandiose feasting hall, and find everyone who had gone missing.
The sheer shock of it was enough to nearly cause Abel to drop his sword, and to definitely have him lose grip on the bag of adventuring equipment he had slung over his shoulder. After everything they had gone through, opening a door to find hundreds, maybe even thousands of people all crammed into that one room was… something else. Especially considering how huge they all were.
There had to be some spatial fuckery going on, because there was simply no manner in which folks of that size were capable of coexisting within a banquet hall in such large numbers. The room itself must have been magically altered to be bigger on the inside, there was no other explanation; either that, or the way the castle was constructed had left Ven seriously disorientated, if what she was seeing were indeed the true dimensions of that place.
It was hard to even get a bead on where the food was, given that the moment it materialised on the immense feasting table, seemingly from thin air, it vanished almost instantly; that time around, down the gullet of one of the many, many people sitting down with their fat asses spilling off the sides of their chairs, gorging themselves on the endless food supply like they were about to die of malnutrition unless they spent every last ounce of energy stuffing their faces. All while maintaining the widest of smiles, of course; nevermind the fact that they were covered in sauces from head to toe.
To say that this was difficult to process would be an understatement; Ven could only stare ahead in utter disbelief, wondering to herself if the two of them hadn’t just stepped through an illusory veil and were being afflicted by some kind of spell, because clearly what she was seeing couldn’t be happening. Abel, being Abel, was split between being so wary of what he saw that his fur was practically standing on end, and wanting to throw himself at the feast so quickly that he’d break several tables in half. Ultimately, and with a good staredown from Ven, the larger wolf stayed put, though their tongue lolling out of their mouth made it clear what was on their mind.
The wolfess herself couldn’t deny it either. Though her self-control was remarkably better than that of her squire’s, the hunger was still there; she hadn’t always been as large as she was then, and it certainly wasn’t because of her workout regimen that her body had become so rounded around the edges. So when the aromas wafted through the air and straight into her nose, when she felt her muzzle drip with saliva out of sheer reflex, Ven had to exercise a ludicrous amount of willpower just to keep herself from moving closer to the feasting tables.
At the very least, it was proof positive that everything she was informed about the wizard was entirely true. The amulets both wolves wore were still active, protecting them from any malicious incantation, which could only mean that the food really was that delicious that it caused them to react so viscerally; alternatively, the feast was magical in nature, but rather than it being a curse of any sorts, the wizard had simply chosen to wield their power in such a way as to produce some irresistible cooking… which only made their job all that much harder.
“Keep your charms close,” Ven whispered to her squire, just loudly enough to be heard over the din of cutlery and bestial gorging, “I don’t know what’s gonna happen.”
“I can answer that, my good friend!”
The wolfess, on hearing that voice coming from all around her, instinctively dove in front of Abel and raised her sword, nevermind how the wolf was several feet taller than her and still a massive target; it was force of habit, especially whenever magic was involved. Thankfully, there was no arcane assault, no rain of fire descending upon them, and certainly nothing more threatening than a shower of sparks that more resembled fireworks, in the middle of which an old, surprisingly fat man descended slowly in midair. They were surrounded by sparkling lights and the occasional gout of flame firing in random directions, along with some colourful lettering written in green fire that announced their name in a language Ven couldn’t read.
Was this supposed to be a theatrical entrance?
“Behold, for it is I!” the man declared at the top of his voice, waving his hands around far too much for someone surrounded by magical explosions, even if tiny ones, “The grand wizard Dardenius, Scourge of the Golden Fields, Conqueror of Confectionery, and Supreme Grandmaster of the Order of Pas-”
The speech was interrupted by way of a sharp rock thrown by Ven at the man’s head, which unfortunately bounced off before it could hit; despite appearances, the wizard wasn’t so far gone that they forgot about covering their own ass before worrying about anything else.
“I was speaking, young lady,” the old coot angrily snapped back, dusting off his long, dull-blue coat and then clearing his throat for good measure, “honestly, do they not teach you manners these days? It was bad enough you had to utter that execrable expletive outside, and now that I’ve invited you over as a guest, you have the audacity to assault me?!”
“We’re not here as your guests!” Ven shouted, happy that she had something to focus herself away from the everpresent, and oddly more powerful smell of delicious food entering her nostrils, “We’re here for the duke!”
“Oh, the fat bloke in the study? You can take him,” the wizard retorted matter-of-factly, “I only ever kept him in there to draw attention, he’s frankly more trouble than he’s worth. Greedy bugger kept asking for more even when his gut went over his shoes, and let me tell you young miss, magic like this doesn’t come cheap! The catalysts alone cost me so much I had to who-”
“Don’t care!” the wolfess interjected, absolutely not in the mood to hear anything else her target might say, “We’re here for the duke and we’re here for you, so either come gently or face our swords!”
In a single moment, the jovial, almost friendly atmosphere surrounding the wizard vanished. Though indignant, the man managed to maintain the air of someone who merely wanted to have fun… that is, until his face dropped at Ven’s threat, his eyes narrowing as if to pierce through her with his gaze alone. Even the lights seemed to dim; all the guests certainly stopped eating to look back and see what was happening, leaving the banquet hall in complete silence apart from the odd piece of falling cutlery.
“I will give you one chance to retract that statement” - the wizard’s words came slowly, deliberately, chosen very carefully to avoid the nonetheless murderous streak present in them - “And then turn around, leave this place, and never come back. Or I will be forced to escort you out.”
“You’re welcome to try… but…”
Ven had an idea. It was a stupid idea, it was likely to backfire, but it could help her avoid any direct confrontation; it certainly worked towards her rather unique skillset, and it would let her get a piece of the proverbial pie when it came to that delicious cooking she was trying oh-so hard to ignore. She was licking her lips already; it was now or never.
“I challenge you, vile wizard!” the wolfess declared, in perhaps far too ostentatious a tone, “to a test of skill! If you proclaim yourself such a skilled cook-”
“I have literally never once made that claim.”
“-then you shall surely know when a challenge is upon thee!” Ven finished, theatrically sweeping her off-hand from one side to another in a wide motion, “If you will not fall to our swords, then you shall fall to our guts; I challenge you to a contest of gastronomy, wizard, and if I can out-eat what you cook for me, then you shall henceforth be made to leave this land and its people alone!”
“I have no real reason to accept this at all, why?”
“Magic amulets,” Abel interrupted, raising a handful of them to eye-level. Almost immediately, a few were automatically turned on, projecting an anti-magic field that the wizard very clearly felt, sapping him of his power.
“... so, magic contest it is!” the wizened old geezer declared, clearly equal parts angered and terrified, before pointing his index at Ven and putting on his most threatening tone possible, “But be warned! I shall prepare the most delicious and filling meals this side of the Skylarks! You shall see culinary delights unlike any you hath lain eyes upon so far! A feast of such grandiose proportions that to merely see it will be to succumb to it! You think these slobs are fat?! You hath seen nothing yet, you vile intrude-”
The man was halfway through his last word when Ven decided to cut it short by walking down the stairs to the nearest section of the table. With a single fingersnap, she summoned Abel to her side, and with her squire’s help, cleared out enough space for the two of them and several dozen others. The diners weren’t too happy with it at first, but as soon as they found the nearest plate, they got back to gorging themselves and forgot all about the transgression; Ven, meanwhile, had sat down and was already looking back at the wizard.
“Well?” she mused, chuckling heartily in a very deliberate fashion, “Aren’t you supposed to be the Confectionery Conjurer or whatever it was you called yourself?”
“The Conqueror of Confectionery, yes, thank you,” the old man scowled, “and you expect me to snap my fingers and just make up food for you, do you fatass? No, the great wizard Dardenius will use his tools of the trade, and you, young lady, will wait for him to arrange for a proper feast! Unless you want to send that hunk of beef with me to help, if you don’t trust me.”
“I don’t cook,” Abel instantly replied.
“It’s true, he doesn’t,” Ven agreed, stifling a giggle, “last time he tried, he burned a pot of water.”
“How do you burn a pot of w-gah, never you mind!” the wizard shouted back, before rising back in the air and flying towards the other end of the table, “The great wizard Dardenius will see to you soon!”
And with the, the old man was off, cackling like a lunatic all the while, leaving behind a very confused-looking Ven and Abel, the latter of whom did his best to sit down somewhere where he wouldn’t have a ridiculous amount of food drop off the table and onto his meticulously-kept fur. He looked distressed, even more so than one should be given the circumstances, but the wolfess beside him knew better than to press the issue; whenever her squire got something into his head, he needed time to process it on his own rather than have her try to speed through it.
This did give her some time to observe the rest of the dining hall though. It was clearly beset by some kind of spatial alteration magic, given how immense it was compared to the size of the castle as seen from the outside; judging by the sheer length of it, as well as the amount of people happily gorging themselves on a meal that seemed to never end, it would have to occupy an entire wall, if not even more, which was naturally impossible given there were multiple access hallways that shouldn’t exist were that room to be as big as it looked to be.
Plus, there was the matter of the food. No matter how much the “imprisoned” folk ate, it never seemed to run out, and indeed the table only looked to be more laden the quicker someone took food from it; closer examine revealed that there was a certain flexibility to it, where one of the (un)fortunate ones would lean over to grab a bite, only to find another one waiting for them right next to whatever item they plucked, leading them into an escalating gorging spiral that only ended when they were too stuffed to continue, at which point the pile of delicious-looking meals in front of them slowly vanished from sight as if magicked away… at least, until the hunger pangs came back and the process began all over again.
Judging by the number of people in there, most of the duke’s servants must’ve indeed fallen prey to the wiles of this “Dardenius” fellow, though they most likely wouldn’t see themselves as prisoners, willing or otherwise; indeed, the sheer degree of enthusiasm on display was such that Ven had to remind herself that she was there to detain the wizard and save the duke and his people, not sit down and eat a few snacks. She had to remind herself that she was only doing the latter as part of her plan to get everyone out of there, and definitely not because she was hungry and wanted to eat some magical cooking, absolutely not.
“Are you sure about this?” Abel finally spoke up, his voice carrying enough notes of concern to write an orchestral piece with, “You know how you get when you start eating, if you lose yourself like last ti-”
“It won’t be like last time, Abel, trust me,” Ven replied, trying to keep her voice as steady as possible, “we have enough charms to keep the wizard from dominating me and I think I learned a lesson or two about moderation.”
The look the wolf gave her was unmistakable, and for a moment, Ven legitimately wanted to fall apart in a fit of laughter. If ever the words “Have you?!” could be distilled into an expression, that was it, delivered with the most amount of concern that could ever be wielded by someone other than a doting mother. Alas, it was Abel, and it was entirely out of concern that he glared down at her; the last time that Ven tried something of that kind had ended in near-disaster, and if not for Abel being there to save her, the wolfess would’ve certainly perished at her own hand.
Not that time though. She was prepared, both mentally and physically, for anything the wizard could throw at her, no matter how delicious or supposedly irresistible! Why, she was barely salivating when she looked at the rest of the table anymore, and whenever more intrusive thoughts dared to poke at the edge of her consciousness, she could almost always push them back! It was certainly enough to leave her confident in her abilities, even if Abel sat far closer to her than he usually did, presumably an attempt at keeping her safe from something he had no means of defending the wolfess against.
Still the show was just about to begin. The great cooking sorcerer took his sweet time getting the meal prepared, on multiple occasions popping by to let their “guests” now that he hadn’t forgotten about them, and was merely making sure that the food was prepared to utmost perfection, for nothing less would be acceptable for a consummate professional such as himself. Ven mostly dismissed this as the rambles of an old fart, but from the way Dardenius spoke, he seemed to be absolutely serious about everything he was saying, so much so that he was legitimately offended whenever the wolfess didn’t pay what the man assumed was the “correct” amount of attention.
This came to a head about an hour after Ven and Abel broke into the feasting room, upon which the wizard appeared from thin air (again) in a shower of sparks (non-combustible that time around, somehow), waving his hands around in an wildly exaggerated manner as he proclaimed all manner of things that neither of the two lupine warriors particularly cared about. They nodded along and smiled, giving the old cooking mage what he wanted, as well as a convenient excuse for them to hurry up. Then, and only then, did the man snap his fingers and present his ultimate weapon: Ven’s meal.
To describe it would be to not do it justice. It was not spoken of, but experienced, as evidenced by how it seemed to push the nearest revellers further away just by its sheer presence, as if wanting to have Ven all for itself rather than the other way around. It was mutable as well; whenever the wolfess thought of something, all she had to do was blink and it was right there in front of her, ready to be devoured, just at the exact right point in temperature and cooking time to maximise flavour. It was endless as well; the moment she grabbed anything, be it a chip or a piece of meat, it magically reappeared in its spot, just as ready to be taken again as it was before.
Abel, for his part, was immediately suspicious of it all, his reaction being to lean back and refuse to even entertain the notion of so much as sniffing the repast. Ven, in sharp contrast, dug in with as much gusto as she could possibly muster, not even bothering to grab the napkins mysteriously set aside for her and simply throwing herself into the feasting with nary a care for anything in the world.
It was, after all, the plan, or at least part of it. The wolfess knew what sort of person the wizard was, or at the very least had a decent idea of how they operated. She knew the man was thoroughly convinced of his own superiority, that his cookery was so powerful that it would immediately subvert her mind and cause her to bend to his will. And, perhaps in everyone else’s case, he was absolutely right, but she was not most people, and it wasn’t just because of her paladin powers.
The sort of magics involved in cooking that food were child’s play to block out, so much so that Ven didn’t even need to ask for any of Abel’s spare charms, her own being more than enough to prevent any undue possession or mental manipulation. Even were that not the case, her status as a paladin ensured that she had ample protection from evil forces, and if what that wizard was doing wasn’t evil, she didn’t know what was. Ultimately though, the point wasn’t just for her to prove that she could eat that food, but rather to lull her target into a false sense of security to deliver her true final blow.
Ven was, ultimately, hungry. She was hungry enough that she would consider doing what she’d considered doing, hungry enough that she took up the wizard on his offer; under most circumstances, even knowing that there was no danger to herself, the wolfess wouldn’t have gone to such roundabout methods when she could’ve just as easily just slapped the man on the face and promptly broken several points along his spine with about as much effort as she would’ve swatted a fly. No, she had a long day marching, and she wanted to eat… just not the most conventional type of food.
One wondered, perhaps, what sort of person would go down the route that Dardenius had. Most wizards specialised in fields that made some amount of sense for someone wielding the powers of the universe, like destruction magic or the ability to traverse great distances, some even going so far as to rip open the boundaries of space and time to summon great and eldritch creatures from beyond the veil. Sometimes, however, a man like Dardenius came along, someone who, for whatever reason, decided their skills would be best put to use in some unorthodox, some might say ridiculous manner. And to Ven, this was fascinating.
Mostly because the wizard looked very tasty.
She couldn’t avoid it, it was stronger than her. Every once in a while, her predatory instincts took over and the wolfess just had to chow down on someone; it was excusable as a paladin so long as she made sure her unfortunate victim was aligned on the other end of the chart, or was otherwise a threat to society that refused to redeem themselves, giving her plenty of opportunities to stuff herself if she so desired. Really, it was mostly just Abel keeping her from wrapping up all their missions by opening her mouth and swallowing whoever happened to be giving people trouble, as despite everything, that dumb hunk knew exactly how to remind her not to ruin their chance at collecting a bounty.
But for Dardenius, there was no real stipulation for live recovery. If anything, getting rid of the man would make getting paid a hell of a lot easier, provided the two of them could present evidence (itself child’s play, to be perfectly honest). So as Ven devoured plate after plate of magically-tampered food, going through a pile that refused to shrink in proportion to how much her belly was bloating, she did so staring right into the wizard’s eyes, unnerving the man to such a degree that they actually looked away, the first victory of the night as far as the wolfess was concerned.
She had him intimidated; now, it was a matter of throwing him onto the corner and keeping him there, until he could do nothing but whimper and beg for mercy while Ven completely ignored them. But first, the food; she wasn’t bewitched, but she had to admit, Dardenius did know how to cook! It made some sense, since magic could only go so far without something to anchor it in reality, and it stood to reason that a wizard specialised in that… well, field, for lack of a better word, would have ample experience in the kitchen. Still, she didn’t expect it to be so good when deprived of its enchanted properties, so much so that she had to stop and occasionally reassure Abel that no, she wasn’t taken, and yes, she was just hungry and eating because she wanted to.
At the very least, it made Dardenius shake in his… whatever he was wearing underneath the robe. It was clear the man was not expecting the wolfess to be able to chow down so much food at once, let alone without falling prey to his magic, so for Ven to go through what looked to be half of her body weight in meat and potatoes, along with plenty of sauce on the side, wasn’t so much a thorn in his side and a wrench in his plans as it was a complete and total catastrophic failure. He couldn’t even adapt anymore, not without admitting that he was forfeiting the terms set between the two of them; while he had been certain of his superiority before, he absolutely was not anymore, driving the man to start thinking up wild strategies for how to get out of there unscathed.
None would work, obviously; Ven was far too good at what she did to let something as silly as self-replenishing food get in the way of her. Indeed, all she could think to do at that point was keep on devouring as much as she was given, purely to watch as the wizard lost his grip on himself and was slowly reduced to quivering in his (presumed) pantaloons at the sight of a wolfess who seemed possessed of a bottomless stomach. Abel, meanwhile, had finally gotten the right idea, realised his partner was in no danger, and thus proceeded to spend his mental processing power in terrifying the wizard further by simply staring at them without blinking, one of the small giant’s many, many impressive talents.
Really, it was just a case of seeing how far any of them could go before someone broke, and it wasn’t going to be Ven who did so. She was just eating; frankly, she’d be happy if the wizard got so scared that he just left, because by that point, her belly had already bloated to a good twice its already-prodigious former size, and she was having some trouble imagining how she’d fit Dardenius in there. She would, but it would just be slightly harder than it would normally have been.
So the three remained, with Abel staring the floating wizard down, the floating wizard barely able to breathe, and Ven gorging herself on the neverending supply until she was pushed back by her expanding gut; it only truly stopped when she heard the chair underneath her groan, and not from the weight either: every mouthful she forced into herself caused her seat to scrape the floor as it was pushed back, the table winning out in the end when Ven’s belly became far too much for the small amount of space that it had in front of it. It was as if she had reached a limit: the wolfess literally had no more room, so every time she ate something, it just made her visibly swell by the amount eaten.
It couldn’t last. Eventually, her belly became too big for her to even reach the table anymore, and seeing as she’d taken to dragging whole plates with her just to avoid losing out, by the time she was actually finished cleaning them up, there were a good four feet of wolf gut in between herself and the closest dish. She was practically buried by her own full stomach, grumbling and growling, feeling like her insides had been filled with warm, slorshing concrete from how dense and heavy they felt. Really, she couldn’t have another bite, especially with how much she was bloating already.
But she wasn’t done.
“You!” she bellowed, turning to face the wizard floating above her head, “Make yourself useful and come feed me~!”
“I’ve already been feeding you, fatass!” Dardenius dared to reply, wincing almost immediately at the glare Abel shot at him, “What, do you want me to-oh my heavens above, you do, don’t you?”
Ven said nothing. She knew that he knew, and he knew that she knew that he knew. It was one of those rare moments of clarity between two people where no words needed be exchanged, because they’d only ruin the whole thing with either sentimentality or undue amounts of trepidation and terror. There was only one thing the wolfess could possibly mean when she commanded Dardenius to feed her, and the poor man knew exactly what it was; thus, his only recourse, at least if he wanted to avoid being skewered by Abel in multiple spots of his abdomen and head, was to come down and start shoving food down Ven’s throat.
But it was at that moment that the wizard came to a wonderful realisation: for the first time since the feasting started, he had the paladin at his mercy. He couldn’t bend her mind to his whims, sure, and there was still that big lug of a wolf to worry about next to her, but now that the intruder wolfess was telling him to give her food, he could finally turn the tables on her… and quite literally so, at that.
There was a whole banquet still going on mere feet away, uninterrupted despite its originator very clearly being in hot water. And, much like the smaller feast prepared for Ven, this larger one was also unending, courtesy of Dardenius’ expert control of food magic. For the wizard, it was child’s play to physically tilt the table towards the end that the wolfess was sitting at, then weave his powers around the sliding food and have it fly directly into the paladin’s open mouth, not so much feeding her as he did stuff her like a turkey for the roast! Yes, it was perfect: she would finally be on the receiving end of his power, and would be left far too fat to ever move again! Sure, the other wolf was still there and would need to be taken care of, but that hardly mattered next to getting rid of the biggest threat!
It was, thus, with a smile that Dardenius snapped his fingers, and though Ven raised her eyebrows at the sight of the dinner table rising up from the floor, she did nothing to stop it; indeed, she opened her mouth wider, having perfectly deduced what was going to happen, and in that final moment before the last gorging began, she looked at Dardenius, staring through into his eyes, letting him know in no uncertain terms that, in the end, she was still in charge, not him. He could bloat her until she was immobile, and he still would’ve lost anyway.
And that terrified the man.
He couldn’t help it anymore. Much as he wanted to force more food into the wolfess than she could take, the wizard was no longer sure that such a state was even achievable; it could be that Ven would just keep devouring whatever he threw at her, and only grow stronger as a result for all that he knew! It could be that no matter how much food he dumped down her gullet, the paladin would demand more, draining his power further and further until he was left a withered husk of his former self.
But he couldn’t just do nothing… so he fed her. He snapped his fingers, he waved his hands, and led the feast down towards that bottomless pit the wolfess called a stomach. He stuffed her, fuller and fuller, watching as her belly bloated with each ounce of meat and pint of sauce that was pushed and poured into her. Were it not for the circumstances surrounding it all, it almost would’ve been magical, the absolute utmost pinnacle of Dardenius’ achievements: someone who ate so much of his food that they’d run out of space, someone whose body was so unbelievably full that anything more caused it to visibly stretch out to accommodate. Really, were it not for who Ven was, the wizard would’ve been downright proud of what he’d accomplished.
Instead, he remained there, locked in midair and unable, nay, unwilling to move, knowing as he did that he was a single bad moment away from being devoured. Meanwhile, the wolfess continued to pack on whatever he threw at her, to the point where Dardenius outright resorted to physically plugging the paladin’s mouth with so much food that none fit… and yet she still managed to eat it regardless. Onwards and out, her belly groaning, sloshing, creaking as it billowed out, filling more and more space in front of her. Five feet of width were easily cleared, reaching six with little difficulty. Ven herself could easily fit inside of her own gut even if she were to stand up, and yet this still wasn’t enough; she shouted at Dardenius for more, demanded that he keep giving her more food, and when he showed the slightest amount of hesitation…
It took a bit, but it happened. Her belly bloated up to almost ten feet across, so massive that even Abel looked tiny next to it, rendering her completely immobile and, some might say, helpless. Some, of course, would be wrong, and it was just the case that Dardenius counted himself among those unlucky few; he figured that, perhaps, he could strike, that he could use the wolfess’ state to attack her and flee.
He was wrong.
The moment he got close enough to her head to touch it, believing himself in the green to cast a paralysing spell, he felt his hand be immobilised. He had a second to look to his side and notice that Abel had managed to get up and grab him before he felt the rest of him being manhandled by two hands that were very much not the immense wolf’s who had intercepted his dive. He knew what was going to happen, and, to some extent, had made peace with it; but when he opened his eyes again and saw the paladin’s hungry maw inviting him further into it, the last thing out of him was a long, muffled, ultimately gurgling scream, and then finally, silence all around.
***
With the threat of Dardenius handled, it was time to move on. Those captive at the castle were going to have to work through their fattened selves, and it’d take a significant amount of effort before things were put back where they belonged, but with the wizard gone, the duchy could finally begin to heal. Granted, a great many of those in the feasting hall didn’t want it to be over, the duke included, but after plenty of grumbling (and all the food finally running out), the process of reconstruction could begin.
Ven, meanwhile, had to be carted out of the castle, having grown far too large to move on her own. Dardenius had pushed her over the edge: nearly twelve feet of gut in every direction, a colossal sphere over twice as wide as she was tall, slung out in front and to her sides, keeping her well and truly pinned in place. The poor wolfess was so out of it that it took Abel moving her onto a cart and then pushing her out to get her outside; the less said about the trip over the broken bridge, the better.
Still, once they were back on the road, things fell down into the same-old rhythm of walking forward and just letting time fly. Wasn’t the first time Ven had splurged out either, so Abel wasn’t exactly working without a framework… though not one that large before. It also didn’t help that Dardenius’ magic, though separated from its wielder, was still swirling around inside of the wolfess; every once in a while, her gargantuan gut would rumble like an angry ogre, Ven would give it a slap, and so much food would be summoned inside of her that her belly visibly bloated by another good foot or so, leaving the paladin to go limp as her tongue lolled out her month and she overloaded on the pleasure.
Worse yet, it was starting to rub off on Abel as well! He was beginning to suspect it was deliberate too; by the time that enormous stomach of Ven’s encroached on the big fifteen, his own belly had grown pudgier as well, likely as a result of the wolfess losing control of herself. Again.
The cart was groaning heavily after a while. Ven seemed unwilling to contain her hunger; the next spurt added more than just one foot, and indeed, didn’t seem to stop until her belly reached twenty feet in width… right before another rumble, another slap, and another growth spurt. And to her side, Abel felt increasingly heavier, increasingly denser.
And increasingly hungrier. |
(Anthro M Dog, F Bird, F Snake, past-tense TF)
Bernard hastily followed his girlfriend Amelia as she skittered ahead, giddy to show him his valentine's day present. He made her home-made roasted sesame seed coated white chocolates- simple, but he knew she loved them. But she clearly had something more elaborate in mind... which, honestly made him a bit nervous.
Bernard is a dog, which is common in all of Terio Carn. What breed? Mixed. He lags behind Amelia a bit because he doesn't handle heat well... and heat builds up a lot on his body. His feet are entirely paws, though his leg structure becomes increasingly human as it goes up. His tail is abnormally large for any known breed of canine- nearly the same length as his body and the fur on it is four times the length of his fur anywhere else, trailing off its underside by almost seven inches! His torso is entirely human in shape as are his arms. His hands are human in structure, but the base and tip of every digit has a fat red-pink bubble of fat under the skin, giving him paw pads, and he has charcoal grey, blunt claws instead of nails. Bernard is more animal than the majority of people- his entire head is canine in shape. His muzzle is very long and narrow like a scent hound, and his ears flop straight down and are covered with long fur causing them to blend into his hair entirely. And, I use the term hair very loosely here. He does not technically have any hair- it is still fur, but it becomes longer on his head exactly where human hair would be, mirroring it. His bangs are so long and shaggy that you can never see his eyes! The fur on his backside is somewhat long- and gets longer the further up his torso you go, and a patch of fur on his chest is very long, but everywhere else it is relatively short. His fur grows out as a shade of brown so pale it looks white in comparison to most other colors- it is sort of a cream color though. His fur turns base brown as it grows longer though, so if he were to shave his entire body short furred, he would be entirely cream colored- but normally it just makes him look like he has darker splotches in some places. All the longer fur is dark, so the places that remain light are his lower legs, the front of his torso, most of his neck, and his entire arms. His face is pale too, but since most of it is covered by the very long fur on the top of his head, you can only really see the pale shallow fur on the end of his snoot.
"Could you at least give me a hint as to what it is, so I can be less nervous about it?"
Amelia turned around, though continued to walk now backwards. "Uhm... I don't think it would help."
"W-what?"
She blushed. "I am a little nervous too, heh. Just- uh... if you really don't like it, it is fine to turn it down, 'kay?"
Bernard sighed, slouching a bit now. "That doesn't help at all..."
Amelia is a chipper girl, and physically rather delicate because she is half avian! He is not sure what type of bird she is, and neither is she. In the world of Terio Carn, your animal side is brought out by personality not genetics... so you could easily end up turning into an animal you don't even actually know. Her legs are human to the knee, though rather lean, and then turn to the banded scales of bird legs- ending in completely bird shaped feet; three toes in the front, one in the back. The scaled flesh takes the same olive tone the rest of her skin has even though her thighs and hip over it are concealed in feathers. Her feathers are black, but the larger ones on her tail have white markings that do not look like anything when her tail is in resting. When she fans the tail open however, all the white markings align to form a giant white eye. Her tail is his favorite feature of hers- it is very large for her size. If she opens it but leaves it down, from the back it looks like she is wearing a long black skirt with white trimming. Her body is actually tiny compared to his but she is the same height as Bernard because her spindly legs are so long- but her tail is still a bit longer than even they are. What looks like golden hair to her shoulders is in fact hundreds of very narrow feathers- and when she is surprised or angry, they stand on end in a huge fan over her head. Amelia's eyes are almond shaped and her lashes are quite thick, making it hard to see her blue eyes in the shade. She has human arms to her elbows, but then they become huge black and white wings- the softer down feathers on the inside of the wings is all white, making the wing mostly white on the inside but mostly black on the outside. Because she has no hands it is a bit awkward for her to do some things- she must rely on her feet to pick up and manipulate objects so she is forced to stand on one leg a lot. Her short talons click on the ground as she dashes forward- making the same sound as someone tapping a pen on a desk.
Neither had much in terms of clothing- all Amelia has is a band of flexible cloth tied around her chest to conceal her perky little B cup bumps. Her pussy is concealed mostly in soft down feathers, with a triangle of fluffier white feathers pointing to it on her upper crotch. Bernard's junk is covered by a loin cloth of leather that is nearly the same color as his fur, and that is it. He has too much fur to stand much more clothing than that. They dash down to a rather quiet area of the city- near the outskirts where everything sort of tapered off. This is closer to where Amelia grew up- she was a country girl. Maybe her love of sunflower seeds is what caused her to turn out half bird in the first place. It was obvious why Bernard became half dog- he is a very relaxed sort of guy. He doesn't really come up with his own plans, he just goes with the flow- and his willingness to always follow along with others is a very canine trait. Bernard did not really want Amelia to do anything for him, he did not need a gift. He had actually been sort of keeping her at arm's length for a while and was afraid he might drive her off entirely. Amelia skipped ahead of him full of energy, and going so much faster than he can with her long legs that she pauses to twirl around and giggle at him as she continues forward.
She brought him to a small shop with a sign on the front that looks like it was hand-made on the side of a driftwood plank. This far out at the city edges; the shop likely doesn't see a ton of business. A lapidary? Oh no... did she get him some fancy jewelry? That is too much money! He was about to speak up in protest before they entered but she skittered inside before he could say anything.
Bernard glanced at the sign again with a sigh. "Oh no..."
She popped her head back out and grabbed his hand up between the crook of her two wings and dragged him in. Bernard immediately started to look around and sniff the air- a canine habit. Amelia danced in circles, giggling to herself before leaning far over the unmanned counter and calling out.
"Ophelia! He is here!"
Bernard sighed again and seen the shadows move in the backroom as the shop owner approached. He then narrowed his eyes when he noticed Amelia moved behind him, away from the counter. She is getting ready to block the exit from him! What is she plotting?!
As soon as Bernard seen the shop keep coming through the door behind the counter he immediately went to dip around Amelia and scoot out of the shop!
"A-actually I will wait outside till you finish your business."
Amelia leaned over and grabbed his arm with her other foot. "Na-ah! I wanted to introduce you! I thought it would be cool to hang out with one of my old friends. Y'know, turn valentines into just a chill, fun day."
He grumbled, still uncertain, given the form of her friend.
Ophelia is a big girl... a very, very big girl. In every sense of the word. She is half snake, and her enormous tail alone is almost large enough to fill over half the entire main room by itself if she pulled it all into one place. The tail gave way into large hips and then a large, soft belly with a horizontal fold hiding her belly button. Her breasts look like G cups and like Amelia- are bound in a single stretchy cloth, so you can see she has nipple piercings easily through the material- a spike on either side of the nipple connected through it, making its overall shape a downward crescent. Her large fan-shaped scales are the color of red wine and she has a black ring around her every so often down the tail. The underside of the tail faded drastically- the wide ventral scales on the relatively flat underbelly of the tail are more of a pale pink-violet color. Her skin is usually rosen but is tanned a pale copper currently. The snake skin follows up from her tail onto the human portion only in the back, in a very narrow strip which then broadens across her shoulders. She has a cobra crest, but her head is still entirely human in shape, causing the crest to look like she is wearing a hood and dips in the middle at the front. It starts from the snakeskin on her back, so it creates a long narrow pocket of skin on either side of her neck as well. Because the crest is fused across the entire back and top of her head, she obviously has no hair. As expected with someone who makes a job of gemstones and jewelry- she has a large array of piercings. Only one earring per earlobe, but the edges of her crest are pierced many times, hiding her face behind a web of tiny chains of precious metals. The largest gem she is wearing is on a bronze chain pendant- a perfect cube made of solid bismuth. All of her chubby fingers are adorned in rings as well- each with a thorn shaped gemstone of a different color. She has a skirt made of a very large, long cloth wrapped several times around her hip to hide her bits- so it's anyone's guess whether she has a cloaca or a vulva. Depends on exactly where the snake ends. Her mouth and nose are small on her face, and her nose slightly upturned. Her lips are surprisingly plush for the size of her mouth, and help conceal that all four of her canine teeth are long narrow fangs- a tiny hole down the middle of each where venom wells up.
Ophelia quickly puts up a sign saying the shop is closed and follows the two out- once again guided by Amelia who is also familiar with this area. It takes a half minute for Ophelia to actually exit the building. First her torso, then her tail... then more tail, and more tail. The tail is almost entirely muscle, so it can be extremely soft or extremely stiff entirely dependent on whether she is tensing the muscle or not. It is also very light or extremely heavy based on those same factors- she can toss the tail around like it was nothing, but if you attempt to lift it while she is fully relaxed, you'd have better luck picking up someone's house out of the ground. Amelia lets her take the lead and perched herself at the top back of Ophelia's tail to ride the snake. Poor Bernard walks a good distance away from the long tail, nervous about bumping into it by accident... or getting steamrolled by it.
The two women lead him out to the back field of an old farmhouse- apparently it is Ophelia's, though the fields are just grass now. She inherited the land but was no farmer herself- and one woman can't work all that land anyway. They cut through the field and slipped into the house. The outside of the house revealed its age and weathering, but the inside was well kept and warmly decorated. Ironically Ophelia is the only one who cannot fit on her own furniture, instead just coiling her body around an easy chair repeatedly and then resting on her own plump coils. Most of the light coming into the house from the windows is cast as a rainbow- Ophelia has crystal prisms hanging in her windows that catch and split the light. Amelia and Bernard sat on either side of the couch across from the fireplace. Everything seemed easy going enough, like Amelia said. They talked about random things, life, and regaling Bernard on funny times in their shared past. Bernard was still a bit nervous, to be meeting this friend of hers in particular. And on Valentine's day of all times.
Amelia laughed at another of Ophelia's puns. "I was just telling Bernard about how I transformed the other day, you have to be careful with some avians! We can be brittle. That is why we are quick to make up for it."
"Mmm?" Her coils loosened, spreading across even more of the room and she leaned forward a bit. "I wanna hear about that too."
Amelia smiled and blushed. "Oh, it is nothing special..."
Amelia recalled when she was just a little kid- the last time she was fully human. Her animal aspect started to come out at the same time as many other students in her grade, which made it easier for her to transform, because there was less eyes on her specifically. The first thing she noticed was that she seemed to have more energy and her body seemed lighter and easier to carry. Her actual body weight went down in spite of her body size remaining the same, so she was able to run faster and jump higher, and just expend a lot less energy as the day went on in general. Unfortunately it is a bit of a double-sided traits; she got lighter because her bones were now partially hollow, which also makes her more brittle. Amelia's bones can be broken rather easily.
The first visible trait of hers to change was her hair- some people at first mistook it for her hair being wet, or dirty and clumping together as a result, but it was fusing while a quill grew up from her scalp in the middle, turning what had been hair into feathers instead. When new feathers replace old now, they grow out from pinfeathers like a normal bird, but her original head fathers were made of her hair. Out of embarrassment, she quickly learned how to force her head feathers to sit still, because they naturally stand up when she is spooked, angry, or otherwise very excited which is sometimes conveying her emotions to others more than she wanted to. Her tail started to grow in about the time her hair was finishing its transition- it only took two and a half days to fully convert. It was a bit of a scramble for Amelia's parents as she recalls; they cut a slit in the back of her pants temporarily for the developing tail to fit through before they got her actual pants meant for tailed folks- they needed to know what kind of tail she was getting before investing in the new clothes. The feathers twitched a lot erratically over the day and a half it took them to grow in, because of the new muscles that control the fan of feathers at the base were still growing in, and thus did not fully function till it was done.
Amelia paused her story with a giggle. "I remember dancing a lot randomly, and twirling about! My tail feathers were like a long skirt, so they made me feel pretty, and my body was so light I couldn't help but want to dance!"
Amelia's legs did not change at all till nearly a half year later. She had to use leather wrapping on her feet in order to go to school, because her feet quickly became too differently shaped to fit properly in her shoes, but she had not yet developed the banded scales to protect her feet from the ground. It was about then that people started to look at her a lot more, to her embarrassment. Her new shaped legs instantly gave her considerably more height, which made her by far the tallest in her grade. Eventually the other girls caught up, and still further into the future the boys surpassed her height since she is a petite frame overall, but that took quite a while to do after she already gained her new legs.
Ophelia hummed in thought. "But your wings?"
Amelia shook her head. "Not until college!"
She still had perfectly human arms till after she graduated high school. Amelia believes it was her struggles with her studies that made her want to be able to take flight- and her already present bird traits make her feel like she should already be able to. But unlike some avian people; she did not gain wings separately- they replaced her arms entirely... which was a whole new level of problems. It took a full week and two days for their transformation to complete and in that time they did not function as wings OR arms. Her fingers all fused together, and her thumbs regressed into little nubs. Pillowy soft down feathers grew in her arm pits replacing the hair there, and advanced down the underside of her arm while small normal feathers grew on the backs of her arms. What had been her hands grew out as a new segment to her limbs, and then the growth of feathers across them obscured their shape for a time. Amelia was afraid of using them for a bit afterward, because she was not entirely sure where they stopped growing. Every day the feathers would be a tiny big longer and her wings more defined. She did not want to jump off the side of a building and start flapping only to realize her wings were not strong enough to hold her up. They are very large when fully extended in comparison to the rest of her body now- once fully grown they are strong enough to lift her from a complete stand-still. She does not need a running start, or to jump off of anything- she can just go straight up.
Figuring out how to do anything without hands was a real pain in the neck- suddenly her feet needed to be hands as well. Luckily most people around her had the common sense to open doors for her- whether it was curtesy or because they didn't want to use a doorknob after she had her feet on it- she did not really care which. Women are naturally lower maintenance when it comes to sexual stimulus, but her hormones started to cloud her thoughts eventually, because she has no hands to touch herself with, and her feet have big, sharp talons on them- not at all something you want near your tender bits, which means she was from then on entirely incapable of masturbating. The first boyfriend she had after her full transformation- she accidentally left three holes on either shoulder of, because she was grabbing him there while he ate her out, and she was so glad to finally get release that she unintentionally grabbed him hard enough to puncture him with all her toes! It was Ophelia who actually came to her rescue eventually- Amelia was too embarrassed to go get a toy herself. Ophelia discreetly got her a modest dildo for her birthday that year- and then she could get herself off using her feet thanks to that.
Amelia glanced at Bernard with a grin then back at Ophelia. "Well! If I had to share my transformation- you do too! It is only fair!"
Ophelia groaned and her coils loosened still more. Bernard could hear her scales sliding against the floor even behind the couch he and Amelia are on- she is slowly spreading across the entire room, flowing around the furniture like some sort of thick liquid.
Ophelia's transformation started only as scales and nothing more- so she was very human when she was a kid. The scales covered the back of her neck, almost her entire back but not her sides, and her butt. With her clothes on, you could barely tell she transformed at all at first. The skin on the back of her neck formed into an odd rounded ridge on either side after a few days, and then very, very slowly as the weeks went on the ridge pulled a bit further out and became more and more defined. It advanced up the back of her head, forming a triangular wedge out of her hair at first, before it started to spread up and out enough that it started to force her hair out entirely, replacing it with more scales. By the time she entered high school, her crest had fully formed, and made it look like she was wearing a hood at all times. You cannot normally see it- but the scales on the inside of the crest are actually pearlescent- if you shin a light into her hood of scales, a lot of the light will reflect back out in shades of cyan, even though that is almost the opposite color the scales are. By then, she had a tail, but it was only a few inches long- a chubby lil baby tail.
In high school, Ophelia recalls that she was always very aware of her tail growth; the weight tugging from it hanging loose off the back of her chair made her always aware when it increased. She kept going through trail rings left and right; overgrowing them on a bi-daily basis! She liked her tail, and the bigger it got... the better it felt, and the more she liked it- causing it to grow still bigger. Once it was over a foot long, she could wedge it against the bed and force the tip back into herself, using her own tail for self-penetration, so Ophelia never needed a toy or a boyfriend; her own body was plenty fun on its own. Then it became long enough that she could penetrate herself without needing to wedge it against anything. Then it was so long she could use it to scratch her legs or back without using her hands. Then it was so long she had to be careful she did not randomly trip people in the halls with it, or smack someone when she turns around!
Listening to Ophelia's story had Amelia mildly blushing but Bernard's face was bright red, and he was frozen stiff like a deer in headlights. He had not at all expected Ophelia to so readily go into such... intimate details in her recount, but he had a feeling Amelia did.
Once the tail got long enough, Ophelia started to use it as a third arm, grabbing things up to use or carrying things in it- since it has such a high muscle mass, she can carry all of her groceries on her tail easily in one trip. The boys took notice of her large meaty tail too though- and Ophelia was plenty flirty back at them. Unlike tiny women like Amelia- Ophelia did not have to worry about boys getting a little TOO enticed and trying to get grabby- even an idiot knows a snake tail of that size could crush your entire skeleton like a dried leaf. This is also when Ophelia's figure started to... fill out. Snakes eat their prey whole all at once, and then generally don't eat anything else for a VERY long time. They are exothermic so they don't need to metabolize hardly anything. The shift in her metabolism was rather stealthy to her- which means she ended up eating way more than she actually needed to- and since her body is a half n' half; her body wasn't able to pick up on it, either. She breaks down materials to actually USE so slowly that by the time her body realized its abundance, it was already having to shove the extra into fat stores. Once your body is used to eating a certain amount it is hard to convince it otherwise, but it no longer processed the food the same way, so that is how she gained her current weight. She has learned to balance her diet now, but she also never got around to burning off all the extra, and honestly wasn't sure she even wanted to. She kinda likes being squishy.
Her tail eventually outgrew her body itself, and Ophelia could actually lift herself up onto it and slither around without needing to use her legs at all- which is good, because her tail still refused to stop growing. Packing on size quicker than the rest of her was packing on calories, her tail caused her to constantly adjust her movement, and she had to start sitting in chairs sideways- because the tail was too large to have behind her, even on chairs that have a gap at the back specifically for tails! Ophelia's hips started to ache though... her tail was getting so big that it was fighting for space between her legs. By the time she graduated high school, she had to take some time off because she could feel her legs becoming increasingly weak. Her hips expanded further, and her tail became so meaty at the base that it shoved her anus forward and squished her pussy a bit, which caused her to become unintentionally aroused quite frequently- because bending the base of her tail too much pushed or pulled on her pussy too without meaning to! But still it grew bigger. When Ophelia went to bed, she would fold her tail over under herself and sleep on top of it, hugging it like a body pillow. It became so long that it was actually possible to accidentally tie it in a knot if she tried to slither the wrong way. It was so gargantuan compared to the rest of her and her legs had become so weak already that it seemed pointless to try and walk around- she only slithered.
Now Ophelia blushed too, as she admitted to having fell into a bit of a nymphomaniac state for a while. It was so hard to get around she just remained at home, which caused her to gain a bit more weight, and encourage her tail to keep growing even more. She spent so much time off her feet and unintentionally arousing herself, that she spend more days than she would care to admit; laying in the thick coils of her own tail, pleasuring herself till she fell asleep, woke up from her nap, and just did it again. Her bedroom in this old house is far too tiny for her now- the room would be fine for Amelia but not Ophelia. Her tail became so huge that she was almost pressed against the roof on a mountain of squishy snake tail, and it just kept growing, spilling out the doorway and into the hall! She almost never fit into a single room anymore, and did not even try- even if she could fit, she would need to shove all the furniture against the walls. Her body is so large she occupies several rooms at the same time! Her tail became so thick at the base that it swallowed her inner thighs- fusing the inside of her upper legs to the tail. It did not take long after that, for her legs to get drawn deeper into the snakeskin and swallowed up. The sensation in her legs dimmed as they were absorbed, and they had already long ago become uselessly weak anyway- the muscles atrophied from lack of use. Though her anus is on the snake half, her vulva is on the human half still- so Ophelia does in fact have a pussy still, but both pussy and anus face forward, because her tail occupies the space her legs did, so there is no indentation for them to sit in.
Ophelia got quiet as she finished her own recounting, blushing a bit herself. There was a long moment of silence before Amelia elbowed Bernard.
"Ow, what? Huh?"
She raised her arms and flexed her brow like he was expected to do something, but he was still sort of dazed from listening to Ophelia.
Ophelia smiled. "Well? Your transformation?"
"O-oh! Oh. No, I... I am just a dog, canines are so common."
Amelia folded her wings to put the crook on her hips. "It is the principal! We told you our stories."
Ophelia shrugged. "Yea, I wanna hear it anyway."
Bernard sighed. His transformation was pretty early, but it came in the form of his hair changing to fur. It started to grow out much longer, frustrating his mother who was trying to keep it neat and trim; so it took them a bit to realize it was part of his transformation and stop trying to cut it. Fur is much softer than hair, which is what ultimately tipped her off. Bernard's feet turned to paws next, and his tail started to grow in but was originally much smaller- it also had a natural curl to it, so when the fur grew in it looked like a big ball of fluff. Being a boy, and roughhousing with the other boys his age quickly had his hands develop pads to protect him from all the rolling around and sliding on the ground. His nails turning to claws was slow; taking over a month to completely transition- and forcing him to switch nail clippers. A human nail clipper isn't going to work at all on canine claws- they are far, far too thick. His hearing became better eventually too, about a year after the other changes as his ears became triangular and able to pivot around automatically. It took Bernard a while to get used to his better hearing- at first he was rather jumpy because he would think someone was calling him or talking to him only to turn around and realize the person talking was facing away from him and nearly fifteen feet away. It was especially bad when trying to get to sleep at night because it would sound like something was skittering around in his room, when in actuality he was hearing something outside and on the other side of the street. Then his alarm goes off in the morning and makes him half-deaf from the volume.
This remained his only changes till high school. Once puberty hit- his fur exploded in volume. The fur on his head was already shaggy enough to hide his eyes but now is spread in other places- starting from his chest, forearms, and shins- it spread everywhere over the course of only two weeks, which is quick considering it effected his entire body. His ears started to get bigger about then too- which helped dampen some sounds that had become annoyingly loud to him, by folding his ears over themselves. Bernard is a very neutral person- he doesn't like a ton of action, but he doesn't like it when it's too quiet as well. He just likes to go with the flow, and keep things predictable- so when he seen bullying in high school he would sometimes break his characteristic silence to try and diffuse the situation and return things to neutral. Usually, that meant that the bullies tried to pick on him instead... and that is when his face started to turn. His lips turned black and his teeth sharpened to fangs. His jaws started to stretch out, pulling the rest of his face with it, giving him an increasingly long and narrow head. This created a bit of a problem because now his own face occupied the center of his vision- eclipsing whatever he is trying to look at directly. Because of this- when he talks to someone up close he will usually turn his head one way or the other, to focus on the person with one eye without having to look around his own nose- if the object he is looking at is at least two or three feet away it isn't really an issue; his brain has for the most part learned to tune it out. His sense of smell increased drastically, which allowed him to detect the distance of close objects, for when he is eating, so he isn't just snapping his maw at the air trying to judge where the food is under his own nose.
Bernard took a deep breath before continuing his story. Since he was in high school, and his nose increased in sensitivity immensely... this unfortunately had the side effect of making him horny VERY frequently. He could smell the girls all around the classroom. He could smell the evaporating beads of sweat clinging to the underside of their breasts or tickling their cleavage. Any males that had sheaths- he could smell when they got aroused, immediately.
Bernard crossed his arms and shrugged. "And there you have it- the uneventful transformation of another canine."
Ophelia raised her brow. "So... you don't have a sheath?"
"W-uh, I didn't say that."
"Well, you said 'any males that have sheaths' which sort of makes it sound like you don't- and you didn't mention getting one."
"I mean... yea, ok. Well I got a sheath- about the same time I got my fur. Just before the fur finished coming in, my genitals changed. "
Amelia blushed a bit without even looking at him. "Aaand?"
"N-nothing. That is it."
"Okey."
There was a long pause.
Ophelia slithered closer, lifting her torso over to the two of them, while her tail was on the floor, wrapped around the couch several times over. "So? Are you interested?"
"Uh..?"
Amelia sat up straight suddenly. "Oh! I uh... I didn't tell him yet!"
"Really?!"
Bernard's brow immediately hardened. "Tell me WHAT?" Oh, so it was some sort of trap after all.
Ophelia leaned her torso far back, raising a bit higher still on a pillar of meaty tail. "Amelia wanted to do something special for valentines, and she said you might be interested in someone of my... body type."
Amelia's voice was a pitch even higher than usual from embarrassment. "I arranged a threesome!" Bernard immediately went to stand up but she managed to grab his ankle with her foot to hold him in place. "Wait! I know it's kinda embarrassing but do you actually want to... or not? Ophelia is a good friend of mine for ages- it isn't like she is the type to kiss and tell."
"It would make things... weird, between us though, wouldn't it? And you know how hard it was for me to... even open up to you about this."
"Yea, I know, that is why I had to think about this for a while, and only Ophelia could be the third, because she is the only one I would trust completely with this. It wouldn't be weird for us anyway. We, uh... when we were little we sort of... practiced kissing on each other. For when we eventually had boyfriends."
Ophelia laughed. "And true to an avian- her kissing style is just a quick peck on the lips."
Amelia untied the cloth around her breasts and plopped over to Bernard's side of the couch and started kissing him. She used the stiff, larger feathers of her wings to comb through his thick fur. Ophelia slipped her own top off- causing all her piercings and chains to jingle. Her nipples are quite dark for her skin color. Ophelia undid the cloth around her hips and slithered around to be behind Amelia- reaching up under her to gently pet the feathers over her pussy, finding the slit hidden under the down. Amelia's tail lifted on reflex and fanned out a bit. Amelia broke off her kissing to look Bernard in the eye- asking him if he wanted to do this without using any actual words.
Bernard had been keeping her at arm's length even though he was afraid of unintentionally breaking off the relationship because he was afraid to admit he is not entirely a normal canine. He is afraid of the same here- though less so of the impact on Ophelia, and even besides; Ophelia is much more likely to identify the divergence.
One of the first pieces of porn Bernard ever stumbled onto was a photo of an all-female snake ball. One of the other guys had the magazine and was showing off his favorites to the other guys. The magazine had lots of other species of half animals- it wasn't a specialty mag, but that was the picture Bernard fixated on. How their huge tails allowed them to cling to one another, coil around each other. Their fluid, sensual movements and the sheer volume of the room they took up with their extraordinarily long bodies. Bernard's first exposure to erotica ignited a tail fetish. That is why his tail is no longer a mid-length ring; it became abnormally long, and weighed down by the long fur. That is why Amelia stood out to him- her tail feathers are quite long, almost perfectly imitating a skirt. That is why Ophelia is perfect for a threesome- her tail is gargantuan! Amelia kept her eye on Bernard, making sure he had no second thoughts as she lifted her foot to hook the strap holding up his loincloth, and pulled it down slowly to reveal his package. Ophelia's eyes lit up like a kid in a candy shop when she seen four bumps in his crotch!
Bernard has two large chicken-egg sized balls encased in the same fur as the rest of him, but above them is two identical sheaths! Because snake-halfs gave him his tail fetish that he still has to this day- it caused the avatar of his sexual pleasure to take serpent traits- he has two cocks! Each one connects to one ball. Both his dicks were already half out and tenting his loincloth before she slipped it off thanks to their advances on him, revealing the shape of his dicks are almost entirely canine still. Under the projected urethra at the end though, and down the entire length of the shafts are a row of spikes! They are as wide as they are long, and have rounded tips, but once he is at maximum erection they become very stiff- as hard as the knot at the base of each cock. A snake's hemipene is covered in long barbs at the ends- these fat spikes are what became of that trait when mixed with both human and canine. Because they run the entire length of the shaft over the urethral bulge; if he penetrates a girl doggy style or reverse cowgirl- each of the spikes will catch and pull against the inner side of their clit on the way in and out! He is textured to pleasure!
It was not without its drawbacks however- which were becoming visible now that more of his shaft engorged and rose out of his twin sheaths. They are side by side- so as soon as his knots start to stiffen they have to fight for space in his crotch- they shove against one another causing his dicks to point left and right. They cannot comfortably both face forward because the knots would have to get crushed against one another. So, it took quite a bit of experimentation for Amelia to find what works. He has two cocks but she only has one pussy- that leaves the other dick just... out. She tried to stuff them both in at once- and probably could have done it- except the two penis compete with each other too much, they cannot face forward enough to both share a hole. If she sits on one, her clit gets pinched between both knots when he is fully in and she can give him a hand job on the loose penis but... she... doesn't have hands. She can, and has done it with her wings, but it's not the best. If they have time to spare, she can just ride him twice, and have sex twice in a row- because either shaft connects to its own ball, so they can ejaculate entirely separate of one another. Though less pleasurable for her because she cannot take advantage of all his spikes- the best position for Bernard is when she sides sideways- taking one dick in her butt and one in her pussy. She does not even need to bounce on his lap with that position- she just rocks her hip back and forth and the dicks take turns sliding in and out.
Right now they are already starting to lean to either side- his knots nowhere near exposed, but already swelling up inside the sheath, causing them to shove each other away. Amelia flopped over sideways against the back of the couch as Bernard put his legs up and slid back into a laying position with Amelia wedged between him and the couch and she started sucking on his left penis. She filled the divot on the end with her tongue and wiggled it around as her lips took a tiny bit more shaft with every bob- starting with just tiny gyrations on just the tip. Ophelia watched for a moment so she could follow her lead and knelt down to suck his right penis! Not too many people give canines credit, but for their body sizes- their dicks are pretty fucking big, actually. Each of Bernard's shafts were 8 inches long, as thick as a silver dollar, but... that also does not include the knot. When he is finally aroused and the sexual tension in his groin builds toward an eruption his knots finally emerge. Each knot is like a ping-pong ball on either side of his cock... so, like four ping-pong balls lined up in a row. It is also normally in the sheath, so when the knots come out to play they yank the shaft even longer, and lock it into that turgidity! That is why Amelia always works him up with an involved blowjob first- to coax out the knot. She then lets him sit for a bit so the tension goes down, but the knots remained locked in place, so when she starts riding him its knots out from the start! Amelia knew the tension well by now, and knew exactly when to gently slide off- motioning to Ophelia so she did not accidentally set him off on her side.
Amelia sat up, straddling his hips with a big grin on her face. "Hehe~ now we can both ride the doggy!"
Bernard furrowed his brows. "What? How? That can't work. They are side by side- there isn't enough room between them for them to both be in a different person! Unless you went back and forth like a seesaw."
Ophelia chuckled. "That is where I come in. I have some very special magic items we can use to really ramp up the pleasure."
Since they were waiting for Bernard to cool down a bit anyway- she took this time to fetch the items. Amelia remained sitting on his legs with a single finger in the nook between his two sheaths, rubbing lightly to rock the two cocks back and forth, licking away bubbles of pre as they appeared before they could roll down the shaft.
Ophelia returned with a large case filled with what looked like bracelets, but were in fact rings. She demonstrated the rune-etched ring by holding it over her hand. It is large enough to drop around her entire pudgy arm, but the moment she nestles it onto a finger the ring glows a moment and shrinks down to a size perfectly fit to her finger! She then takes it off and it returns to its huge size. Ophelia smiles at Bernard, watching his expression as she hovers the ring over his right cock and drops it onto it haphazardly. As soon as it passes the knot it shrinks to his shaft, pushing the sheath opening down a bit to fit between knot and sheath. She then takes another ring out of the case and activates it in her palm- it shrinks even though it isn't around anything and instantly a cock appears from it! She blows lightly on it, causing it to twitch and Bernard immediately knows it is his cock, looking down to see that there is nothing beside his left dick now! The ring is filled with a pool of swirling magic, but his dick is missing beyond it! The rings act as a portal. One projects whatever is inside of it to the other ring. He can still feel everything from the displaced penis- even the weight on his crotch even though the penis is not there. It is actually still connected to his crotch- it's just that space has been folded so the area immediately after the ring connects to a different place; those two places are still technically connected, it's not as though his penis was removed.
That meant Ophelia could stick his dick into any hole, at any angle at all. Amelia got ready to go at it again and turned herself around to sit herself on his remaining dick, but Ophelia oddly put another ring on his other dick, stealing both penis into her rings. Bernard cocked his brow, wondering what she was doing as she brought out a fifth ring. The fifth ring was modified- she had used welding copper to fill in and modify some of the runes on it. His penis for a moment appeared back on his crotch and Amelia immediately sat down, having known they would be back and impaled herself on both dicks- one in either hole! Her legs draped off the front of the couch and her tail fanned across the back, she covered Bernard with one outstretched wing and rubbed his chest with her feathers while she steadied herself with her other wing. The fifth ring Ophelia used is creating a loop- its diverting the signal from the rings he is wearing back on themselves, so the rings on his dicks are both the opening and exit portal, making it appear like the rings were not doing anything at all.
"What is the point of diverting the portals back to where they start from...?"
She took out a quartz crystal etched with some simple runes. "Do you know what happens to light, when it enters a prism?"
She dropped the crystal onto the floor- as soon as it came within range of the mana stream from the rings, it split them. His cocks once again appeared in Ophelia's rings- still throbbing and spitting up pre from Amelia riding them! Ophelia split the portal- so now Bernard effectively has FOUR COCKS! His two dicks feel everything from both locations- they are literally in two places at the same time!
Ophelia smiled and lifted up is second left cock and dropped it into her open mouth- the shaft fell in instantly and the knot bopped her lips, forcing her to cup the bottom and shove it in fully! Her tail fell over the couch, pinning his legs further with its warm weight, then coiled around the couch so he could feel the heat from her tail all around him, forming a nest of her plush snakeskin for the lovers. She then used her other hand to tease his second right cock into her large pussy. Normally a snake cloaca is rather hidden between the banded scales of their underside horizontally, but Ophelia's scales dip in the front, so the pussy is on human flesh still. Making it still more obvious, her pubic mound is VERY large and pronounced, causing the human flesh to bend and push the scales aside from around her slit, making it look like her outer labia actually overhang the scales slightly.
Bernard's eyes were open but he wasn't seeing anything- all the neurons in his brain were preoccupied. On one cock he could feel Amelia's tiny anus stretched around it like a living condom but also the plush, loose folds of Ophelia's massive pussy undulating around it, trying to milk it and draw it deeper. Over his other cock he could feel the backside of Ophelia's teeth catching on the back of the knot, the stiff roof of her mouth and her tongue on the other side pinned in place by the size of his knot- and then the shaft plunging in and out of her wet throat, coating it with his precum... but with the same penis he could feel Amelia's tight pussy, clenching automatically so tightly on his knot it felt like she was trying to pop his dick off! Two were far apart; effectively spit-roasting Ophelia, while the other two were so close together that he could feel either phallus on the other through the inner lining of Amelia's holes! His petite girlfriend riding him, her eyes shut and her high pitched voice moaning desperately as she rocked back and forth across his crotch, her giant fan of feathers behind her with its own false-eye wide open. Ophelia tightened her coils involuntarily as her own pleasure rose, but then consciously went with it, scooping up the lovers and cradling them in nothing but rolls of tail! Her tail coiled around and in between his legs, looped around Amelia's midriff and held her tits up for her before looping around Bernard's chest under his arms, then back around before pressing the fat tip of her tail gently against his anus, and slowly pushed in harder- targeting his prostate! Ophelia knew he fantasized about being coiled- so unlike with Amelia she was not gentle. She squeezed till she heard his moans become more strained, and a forced exhale as she started to crush the air out of his lungs, but made sure he could still breath enough that she did not black him out by accident. Because the two lovers were balanced entirely on her tail coils already, she lifted them up and brought her own torso down and rest one tit on his chest and the other directly onto his face- Bernard gently nibbled her dark nipple, tugging on the piercing with his teeth gently to coax it to full erection before sucking. Because his face is so long and narrow he could actually shove his face deep enough into her boob that it wrapped around his entire nose.
Ophelia started to make swallowing motions to work the cock in her mouth even harder as she felt him approaching his limit. Amelia shoved herself down as hard as she could on both cocks, then leaned back so his right dick pushed her tummy out- then she put her spare wing on her gut and pushed back on his cock! She was massaging the head of his dick THROUGH her own body! That was all Bernard could take! Even the nervousness of being with another women could not restrain his arousal any longer than that! He felt himself blast four streams of cum into two different women, each in its own hole! Ophelia lolled her head back as she felt the hot cum erupt down her throat, painting her insides from the top down and bottom up at the same time. It was like she was being fucked by two men at once, but both ends were filled by just one doggo. Amelia's lower gut pushed up into a bit of a bubble because filling her butt with cum left her vagina even less room, causing it to bulge forward with all the spunk- since Bernard's knots prevented even a drop from being able to escape. Ophelia was able to pull the dicks out after they finished shooting, and licked them both clean before cancelling the portal effect. Amelia however was locked in place by the knots and had to sit for some to wait for them to shrink enough for her to even be able to remove them. Normally a dog twists itself around to sort of cinch off the blood flow to the cock to help it shrink, but she can't do that if she is anchored at two different points at the same time.
Once the portal effect ended, Bernard was hit with the fatigue of having four orgasms at the same time and almost immediately passed out, leaving the two women to lick him clean. Amelia wrapped her wings around him to cuddle and Ophelia let the two sink into a nest of her enormous tail and the three of them just slept there in the living room, with the warm summer light dancing around them in the room, reflected through the prisms in the windows. It was a bit embarrassing and nervous, but Bernard would say he had a pretty damn good Valentines Day. Though he did not say anything out of fear they would take it as a request... he did wonder what would happen if she had used a prism that had more facets in it. |
(F TF multi-animal hybrid)
Chloe was on her way home after a sadly uneventful shopping trip. It was only a few days till her anniversary with her long term boyfriend- Aden- and she was hoping to find him a gift. She knew this anniversary was going to be special, because she was pretty sure his gift to her was going to be a diamond ring on a bent knee. Aden was a simple guy and easy to please, which ironically made finding a meaningful gift for him very hard. It was at the point where she was going to have to resort to gifting herself, show him a wild night, maybe make a special dinner for him... though that didn't seem all that unique of a gift- he was at least sure to enjoy it.
Chloe remained searching stores till they closed for the day, still not finding anything that really stood out. She left in the shadows of dusk, heading home as the sun set, still empty handed. She hesitated several times, looking around but not seeing anyone else. Chloe felt eyes on her, but there was very few people around at all given the time. Most people wrapped up shopping a while ago and were already at home. She was going to pick up her pace and hustle home before it was completely dark out, but gasped and stepped back as a very suspicious figure stepped out from a dark lane. A very tall, masked magician stood silhouetted in the street lights that were bleeding into the dark alley.
"Such a glum face on such a pretty woman. Such a waste. What troubles you so?"
"Who are you, and what do you want?" She really had to stop forgetting her mace at home.
Chloe's heart rate increased as the magician briefly moved his mask to reveal... nothing. He had no nose, no eyes, no mouth- not a crease, wrinkle, or pour on his entire head! It was then Chloe realized his voice had no direction- he had no mouth- the voice was in her head but so vivid she was incapable of distinguishing it from actual sound! The magician bowed while removing his top hat with a flourish. From within, a small pitch black bunny popped its lop-eared head out to look at her. Look through her. Judge her continued existence with its red eyes, glowing like dying embers. Somehow Chloe knew in her head, that the magician was only a husk- the rabbit was the master.
"Who am I? Adorable, obviously. I am not going to bother explaining much to the likes of you. I am not a being but rather, a force- I am known as Occult. As limited as my generosity may be, I do hate to see still another frown in this already dreary world. For you I shall offer a single wish of whatever you desire... in exchange, you stop that moping."
Chloe stuttered a bit, terribly confused and caught between asking him questions or screaming and running like most sane people would do when a literally faceless stranger and an evil psychic bunny offer you something. Though calm to nearly the point of being mechanical, his voice somehow had a conveyed commanding tone. If he was powerful enough to grant wishes, she did not want to know what he was powerful enough to do when upset. She only pondered a wish for a moment, afraid of what taking longer may evoke from Occult. With her failed shopping attempt still fresh in her memory, she wished she could get Aden something he really wanted. A single hollow chuckle echoed in her mind as the magician flourished his free hand and a crystal vial appeared full of a dimly glowing pink-purple liquid. Holding it out toward Chloe, Occult explained it was a potion that would give Aden's desire a shape. To use it, she need only get his DNA and place a small bit into the potion to bind its effects to him. Once she drinks it, it will transform her body to be more appealing to him. The magician then flipped his hat back onto his head with the bunny inside and with a bow- his entire form scattered into the breeze as black ash, leaving only the potion in his wake.
Chloe turned the vial hesitantly, hefting its weight to convince herself it was not just a hallucination. When she looked around the corner into her living room she thought something was off. Was she doing something in the living room? When she turned back around she expected to see the alley, but only seen the foyer of her house. Why did she think there would be an alley there? She realized she could not remember what she had been doing at all. Shopping that night seemed a distant memory. She recalled meeting a cute but odd black bunny named Occult, who gave her the vial she now held. She remembered how to use it and what it did, but did not think any of that was odd, though she knew she should. Unlike only a minute earlier, she fully believed the effects of the vial- somehow knowing it was not poison. She had a fleeting thought that she was being manipulated or at least influenced by Occult still, but could not bring herself to care and unintentionally passed off the thought.
She went to the bathroom and recovered a single hair from Aden's comb, slowly lowering it into the vial. The hair vanished as it touched the liquid as if being vaporized into a potent acid, which was an unsettling thought. Aden was not, and would not be home tonight, he was out of town on business till late tomorrow night- which was why she chose this night for shopping. She lifted the vial jarringly and paused almost immediately. Her hand was weighed down by uncertainties- even incapable of questioning the potion's effects she had many concerns. Turning the vial in one hand she noted a label on one side she could have sworn was not there before. It reiterated the usage instructions, had warning icons in some arcane tongue she couldn't decipher, and also noted the potions effects would take a short time- and wouldn't appear all at once and that the potions effects remained active for a full twenty-four hours. This half answered one of her concerns; is it permanent? If it lasted a full day, she would have time to make alterations as needed presumably, even if it was cemented in afterward. This was her body here- she liked her body!
Chloe had straight earth brown hair and autumn gold eyes. Her skin was a rose hue with a rare few freckles on the backs of her hands, bridge of her nose, and across the tops of her pert C cups. She was quite small overall as well, which made her breasts seem quite impressive on her small frame. Aden fell in love with this body... how much would he really want to change? The transformation couldn't be too much at all. That was both a relief and a problem. What if the potion did nothing at all, because he wouldn't have her any other way? Romantic yes, but it means she blew her wish and was back to square one with gift ideas. She stood perfectly still in front of the bathroom mirror for several minutes with her brows scrunched, her thoughts pulling her in too many directions to act. With a shrug she finally twisted off the small ornate cap from the vial and gave herself a confident nod in the mirror. Aden loved her so whatever he liked would make her more like her inner self! Her body would no doubt become more awesome for both of them! With a preemptive swallow to belly her doubts she put it to her lips and downed the entire vial in one go. It actually tasted really good, though it was a unique taste she could not think of a comparison for. She stood wide-eyed in the mirror, getting up close to watch for changes but nothing seemed to happen. It said it would be gradual but she expected... something! She sighed and looked past herself in the mirror to the clock some distance away, out the open bathroom door on the living room wall. She told herself aloud it was late and she should probably go to sleep for now. She thought she felt an odd tingling in several places on her body, but it could just be her mind playing tricks on her as she quickly fell asleep.
Chloe started to wake slowly, but then startled herself fully awake when she remembered what she did before bed. Her feet were filled with an odd tingling. It was not pin-sharp like a sleeping limb coming back but a blunt and prominent tingle, almost like numerous fingers tapping her lightly over and over. Or small muscle spasms. She tossed off the covers to examine them but they looked the same still. After several moments of examination she concluded her legs seemed a bit longer, but the tingling indicated they were probably still changing. Her head shook back and forth as she looked around for any other changes and noted her fingernails seemed thicker and a odd grey color for some reason, but her attention was stolen immediately as she spotted her hair at the sides of her vision! She dashed to her door and shut it to look in the full body mirror on its back. Her hair was full of ringlets, and absolutely massive! It reached the back of her knees! It looked amazing, though she dreaded the difficulty of maintaining such volume of hair. As she was sifting her hands through the tidal wave of hair, she noticed something else odd. Her ears seemed to be a bit pointed at the tips, and now that she stopped moving her hair around on top of it she could tell the tingling was in them as well. She felt she needed to stretch her legs and get something to drink to help clear her head- but that wasn't right either! Her feet felt like they were already stretching involuntarily. It felt like she was on her toes but she wasn't. Chloe thought this had something to do with high heels, since Aden knew she could never pull them off before, but this was a bit too extreme!
Nearly her entire leg narrowed and lengthened, and especially the area between her ankle and toes, causing her sense of balance to fly out the window. She needed to place both hands on the door on either side of the mirror to keep herself up. It felt almost like her bones and skin were reduced to a putty to freely mold without harm or consequence. It did feel a bit like her past attempts at high heel shoes- it was like her toes were being forced together as they tried to fit down a too narrow passage. As she continued to wobble a bit in place to get her balance, the proportion of her legs continued to shange, and her thighs bulked up a bit. Her toes started to feel numb so she lifted a foot carefully and tapped it to the floor- the hard tapping sound alone caused her to jump off the door, stagger and fall backwards half onto the end of her bed. She shakily brought up a leg and her heart froze as it looked like the bones were being pushed out the ends, but she settled more on the side of confusion when she actually recognised the shape. It wasn't a foot anymore- it was a hoof!
"C-cow hoof? Wait... legs are too long... hoof is too narrow." She drew her leg in and ran her fingers over the surface of the hoof, feeling every contour, hardly believing she was it's owner. "Deer. This is a deer hoof... but... why?"
She froze when she felt her hair move on its own. After a pause to concentrate, she remembered her ears from a minute earlier! She heaved herself up momentarily forgetting her new legs and hurt herself trying to hurry to the mirror again. Ungulates do not stand with their ankles anywhere near ground, she had to stand on the hooves which to a human was basically balancing on your toenails. It sort of felt like a toenail too- she could feel the hooves, just not directly, and they were very solid. It seemed precarious at first but the legs were solid and held her up on the narrow hooves without issue and the mirror was only a single stride on them from the base of the bed. Sure enough- her ears were now double the size they were before! She let out an emotionally exhausted sigh at her reflection and told herself that at least her earings were still in- the piercings would likely have been lost in the change otherwise. She was about to call them out as pig ears but noticed a fine fur growing on the backs of them to match her hair color, and they seemed to still be growing! She had no knowledge of what sort of beast these ears belonged on. It also took her a few moments to learn how to use the new threads of muscle strung in them that allowed her to pivot the ears around to face sounds she wanted to hear with better clarity.
She could feel the tingling slowly creeping into her butt area and told her reflection that it better be a cute bubble butt on the way. It was in looking down that she spotted Occult in the mirror, this times sans the magician avatar. He was between her legs but a foot and a half back, admiring the view. She had worn nothing but an oversized T-shirt to bed, so he could see plenty more than she wanted anyone to.
"YOU! You turned me into a freak! Fix it, please, this isn't funny."
"Do... I look like I am laughing? I told you before my generosity is limited, yet still helped you out. Now you want more fine tuning? Please, I am not a magic vending machine. Take what you get and appreciate it, you ingrate. I only came to check on you because that potion was in storage for a while and I never checked the expiration date. But it seems to be working just fine." He hopped back and forth while never breaking eye contact with her form. "Certainly not as cute as me, but then, what is."
"You turned me into a freak, this isn't what you said that thing would do at all!"
"I didn't do anything, besides give you a potion. And the potion is linked to that... Anus or whoever."
"...Aden."
"Close enough. The point is I didn't turn you into anything- Aden did." He chuckled emotionlessly at her stuttering confusion. "I am guessing you never actually looked in his porn folder... did you? You drank a potion to become more like his desires... without knowing what his desires are? And I thought I was wreckless."
"Porn folder?!" She spat the words at the tiny devil bunny, offended he would accuse Aden of such a thing without even knowing how to pronounce his name only a moment before.
"...You really are catastrophically naive arn't you? Well, that's not my fault, and not my problem."
She turned to confront him to his little face but he wasn't actually in the room, only his reflection was. Turning back though- his reflection was missing as well, he abandoned her to the potions clearly misguided effects. By the time she looked back into the mirror her huge hair had gotten even longer, now touching the floor even with her longer legs. Her butt was much bigger as well as her hips though, so at least she got that request- but touching it told her that wasn't all. She also had a small horse-like tail growing above it with hair identical to her head- ringlets and all- and the tail was gaining size at a speed that told her it was going to be huge.
"Of course it's a tail, because why not? That would be how today is going!"
She flicked the tail to the side confirming she had full control of its motion- though the size of the tail versus the amount of hair growing off it gave it very limited motion. She wanted to ignore Occult's words and not give him the gratification of checking the computer, but she couldn't think of anything else to do while waiting out the transformation. Her eyes glazed with tears, confused as to why and what was happening to her, and being helpless against it. Before any tears broke free from her eyes she took a long, deep breath and tried to gather herself. She noted her nose looked a bit pink and wasn't sure if it was because she was brought to tears or because it was changing. At this point she would not be surprised if she looked back later and seen a pigs snout in its place! Careful not to trip over her own hair, she walked... trotted(?) over to the living room and the computer in the corner. Neither Chloe or Aden used the computer a lot but it was a convenience. She was getting really hungry- no doubt because of her body being strained with change- and ordering pizza would be out of the picture. She could not face the delivery guy, so she ordered some chocolate covered berries online instead on a rush order. It was already paid for online so they would just leave the package at the door. She paused a moment wondering if her going for the berries was a result of her transformation- turning her into a herbivore. She shook her head though, she always liked these, she was just being paranoid now.
Once the order was placed for her food, she glanced at the browser history not expecting to see anything, and was not disappointed. She felt for a moment like someone was trying to lift her up- her upper half was under some pull while the lower remained undisturbed. She squirmed a bit in the odd feeling before there was a sudden popping feeling and she was jarred up and forward slightly by the sensation. A vertebrae! She just grew an extra- she was getting taller! At the very least none of her transformation had been painful in the slightest, most was the opposite in fact. Her back expanding created a loud, dull pop that certainly sounded painful but still wasn't. She was getting a little moist between the legs now that she was sitting, an unexpected side effect of the radiant sensations from her hips and tail growing around the area. As if queued by her thinking about it, her hips gave off several cracks and expanded quite a lot in one burst! She leaned back heavily enough to nearly topple the chair and was forced to reach down and lift herself a bit with her hands! Her hip bones were so wide it felt like the chair was getting crammed up her ass when her full body weight was on it. Her body came up with a solution for that quickly enough though- with her arms taking some of the weight off her tush, her butt cheeks inflated quickly with both fat and muscle, becoming huge to match the hips, and give her the padding needed to sit. It felt like she gained another two or three inches of height, just from how padded her ass now was. Well, a bigger, rounder butt wasn't bad, right? That was a human trait at least, finally. It was a little insanely sized for a human though. She gave her cheeks a few pokes and a light slap. They were pretty damn solid, there was definitely muscle in there.
Trying to remain as focussed as possible on the computer, she clicked through folders looking for something suspicious. Speaking to no one in particular she asked what Occult expected there would be on it. Chloe had a habbit of talking to herself when she was nervous.
"There is no porn on here, he hardly even uses the computer in the first place, except for when he needs to work late from home..." As if to prove it to unseen eyes she opened the folder named 'boring work stuff' and was greeted with about 4GB of porn images. "...Oh lord, I really AM naive!"
She could hardly believe what she was seeing, which seemed to be the running theme with her life currently. She wouldn't have a problem at all if Aden had a porn stash, it was the fact he lied about not having one in spite of how close they have been. Still more distressing is that only half the images were human women. Some were furries and most were images of animal bits. Some of just the animal- not even anything sexual in the image, yet there they are, in with the porn. Thanks to her slightly disturbing rapid-click tour of his folder she identified her now huge ears as those of a long eared species of cow. Fully grown, they were shaped like and about the same size as footballs. As she took her hands off the keyboard she also noted her fingernails were dense and black and she may very well lose her hands soon to another set of hooves. By the time her tail finished growing dragging on the floor two feet behind her, the berries she ordered arrived. She shut all the curtains in the house so no one glimpsed her form. It was a bit after lunch by then, so her hunger was justified. Absolutely stuffing her face as she fell onto her back on the couch, she finally allowed herself to relax just a little. Chloe momentarily drown her worries in melted chocolate and berry juice.
She looked down at her bestial legs half pulled in, up in the air from her falling back so hard on the couch. And oddly, she wasn't bothered by their appearance. They did not look bad, and her tail was luxurious... though annoying at times. She realized it was more the repercussions and oddity of her form that bothered her- not the actual body. Already so huge, she did not notice her ass had gotten still a little bit bigger, but more importantly her anus got larger and puffy as well, turning to a bright pink plus ring. A horse's ass to match her tail. She felt a slight warm pressure in her breasts and anticipated them growing bigger most likely- another change she actually had no complaint of. Her pussy was still a bit moist as she thought she would actually like this if there wasn't the imminent threat of perminance. There was also the factor that she had no control of this at all. She had realised too late that Aden had hidden desires, and she did not understand what they were. Animals, apparently. But not even just one, many animals. So she had no idea what changes would happen next, or if it was over or not. She did not even notice among all the other things that her vagina was shifting slightly, facing downward more, as the outer labia turned vibrant pink and started to inflate like soft balloons. Discribing them as pillowy would be an understatement as they projected quite some ways from her now and took on a triangular shape. Engorged till the opening was a tight Y shape... she had the pussy of a dog.
There was a tightness in her belly, so she forced herself to stop eating even though she was still very hungry. Her back gave another pop and extended another half inch. When focussing on that odd tightness she realized a tightness she had felt in her breasts for a while was now gone. She pulled up her baggy shirt by the collar and seen the opposite of what she had been expecting- her breasts were gone! She swore aloud at that, having enjoyed her bosom greatly and been anticipating them changing to get bigger, not smaller. So far her transformation was everything she never expected... did she really not know Aden? Another pop from her spine, and another inch. She thought they were a step off from being married, but there seemed to be an entire side of him she was completely in the dark about. She was sad at that thought but her thighs squeezed together at the thought of Aden himself. The tingling had never entirely left her hip area. Her mind slowly cleared itself of cluttered thoughts as her breathing deepened and her fingers wandered the contours of her not so familiar body. Her body seemed to want to tease her though, as she realized she could no longer reach straight down. Her torso was very slowly, but steadily getting longer and the distance was greater than her reach. And as soon as she realized that, another new vertebrae popped into existence and added another inch to her.
She slid her head off the arm of the couch and lifted her narrow legs up into the air. She was long now, but also extremely flexible, with her hips up in the air she nearly folded herself over and practically came lip to lip with her own vagina! The streamlined torso shape of a mink. Chloe ran a hand up her shirt to pinch a nipple but came across it much sooner than expected. To her amusement she realized that in place of her breasts was instead three sets nipples. Still very much human nipple and areola, they were more perky and prominent than her old two. She waved one hand up and down her chest slowly, bending her six stiff nipples and feeling them bounce back erect after her hand passes over. Each rebound of a nipple sent a pulse of pleasure- multiplied by six- her whole torso felt like a pleasure zone. She had to go slow as the sensation was too much otherwise, if she went any faster she would render herself breathless. Small beads of sweat formed across her taught skin as she moaned and squirmed in her self discovery. Aden was not home and there was a good distance between Chloe's house and the neighbours so she was planning to let loose and be as loud about it as she wanted. She had a modest sized toy under her bed, but figured she better use her hands while she still had them. Even now she felt the distance from wrist to fingertip very slowly growing longer as her hands compressed in occasional dull clicks as the bones reformed. She would be worried about that, but Chloe was past that now. At some point you become numb to the chaos.
Her clit throbbed in her changed pussy, drawing her attention in. It was a good thing it was in her face now or she would likely have never figured out what had become of it. Even then, it took her a few guesses to put together what it had become. It is easy to tell on a dog, but seeing it on a human's body is another thing alltogether. It was hardly in her field of vision but she could see enough of her nose to know it was widening and changing now to. Her deep, hot breaths deepened still more, and when her clit pulsed her breaths spiked nearly making a beast-like snort she couldn't help but smile at even in her horny delirium.
"Ha-aaah." Her lips tightened shut and she almost burst out laughing at herself as her initial laugh came out half as a sheeps 'baah'. "If I lose maah ability to talk I aaahm going to flip mah shit."
With one hand on her chest idly pressing and squirming over her multitude of nipples, her other rested onto her overly plush new honey pot. Her love juices were running down her arm due to her position and dripping off her elbow. Her entire vagina was throbbing now along with the clit- pulling in farther than when it pushed out in an attempt to devour her hand penetrating it. It clamped shut finally, squeezing her fingers hard to force the blood in her hand into her fingertips. Her entire body seized up a moment in orgasm. Normally she would continue a bit after and ride the waves but it was too powerful this time, her entire body felt like it was about to implode for a moment and a spritz of liquid burst from between her fingers trapped in her clenched lips. Her body then reversed its condition, becoming totally relaxed and limp in momentary exhaustion. She flattened out on the couch as best she could, her chest heaving to regain her breath. She used to fit on the couch but due to her changes she was hanging over the edge in several places.
"Muh... Mmmmooo." Chloe's eyes rolled into her head at the sound she unintentionally made, starting with a moan and ending in a moo.
Her voice seemd to want to 'lock in' to sertain pitches. When her tone raised too far she gained the strong reverberance of a goat, if it dipped too low it started to sound like a cow. Whenever she hit one or the other, returning to normal felt like she was trying to make a voice- like the animal voice she was using was her normal one, hence the feeling of being 'locked in' to that pitch. It made Chloe a bit worried she might forget what she is actually supposed to sound like and lose her original voice entirely. At the very least she could still speak english using both the cow and goat voices.
She was still a bit horny, though not to the point of consuming her attention now. Chloe doubted she would have been able to force herself to not touch her pussy much longer if she tried- it felt like a volcano about to blow- like it would burn her up if she didn't release it. Chloe would have remained still for longer but her entire body seemed to give a pulse and the tingling became magnified considerably. It spread through her entire body, snaking around and caressing her insides as it dragged and expanded tissue in its wake. As if growing impatient to finish her bodies growth, it went into overdrive- lengthening her by several inches all at once and then the tingle died down entirely in her back. Not all the length was given to her back- her neck was slightly wider and quite a bit bit longer now as well. She twisted herself in place to push herself into an upright position and examine herself but paused as soon as her arm pressed down on the couch to lift her. Her hands were gone now, likely finished when her vagina had a death grip on the one. They were not deer though- not at all a matching set. Her hands were not deer, but rather a pig's trotters. She had been envisioning pig parts from the start as the more emberassing animal to draw traits from that she could think of off the top of her head- now she really did have part of a pig. Luckily a very minimal part.
She blushed as she examined them. "Nuh mooore fingers but I suppose I can still sort-of grip things. S-sort of like having my hands in bondaaahge. Baaah." She made the second sound deliberately to examine the reverberance in her voice that existed solely in that cry.
She grabbed the pillows on the end of the couch and jammed them up against her rump. Resting her now longer neck on the arm of the couch- she heaved her rear into the air again and forced the pillows further under herself to help support the position. She hesitated a moment as her mind was in a more rational state now but threw her normal morals to the wind, and figured in her current state not a lot mattered- so she was going to go for full out pleasure. If she is going to be stuck like this, she is damn well going to enjoy it. Testing her flexibility, she managed a perfect circle with her body- a stunt that would have snapped her in two previously. She abruptly bumped her vagina right into her face leaving her nose and mouth area wet with her juices. Now ready for it, both sets of her lips met in a kiss. She stuck her tongue inside while pulsing her lips firmly against her labia. Her tongue went farther than expected, and sure enough it continued to stretch deeper. She pulled out momentarily to take a deep breath of her musky scent and caught a glimpse of the tongue. The deep indigo coloration immediately gave it away as a huge, long giraffe tongue.
She tried to press her face back in her hot box, but found she couldn't quite reach it now. The pressure on her gut from before was back with a vengeance and removing a bit of flexibility from her. She thought it was something wrong with her stomach related to her eating, but now realized it was a transformation. It wasn't IN her stomach at all, just near it. The entire area between her vagina and belly button became a vibrant pink and four small nubs appeared as nerves and mammaries below the surface veined out from within. The swelling there prevented her from bending herself into a circle again, to her frustration. She was nearly able to give herself head! Her hunger as well hit her back with intensity and knowing there was nothing wrong with her stomach, she dove back into the food. Shovelling many into her mouth at once, she devoured her entire supply in only a few minutes. With each swallow the tender pink flesh on her lower parts surged, the pressure expanding the soft mass. It was a satisfying sort of sensation similar in feeling to a good stretch. Because of its location though, it also put a feeling in her vagina like someone running their finger firmly across the surface, dragging the flesh gently. Even before it really started to take shape she immediately knew it was a cow's udder on the way. She smiled to herself as it would be a decent replacement for her no longer existing breasts. Because her body was still more human shaped than animal, the bottom of the udder grew out so excruciatingly close to her vagina that its growth gently tugged at it and fired signals through the same pleasure receptors. She was somewhat paralysed by the pleasure- still able to resist but not wanting to.
When Chloe emptied her head and just took in the pleasure from the changes, two nubs broke the skin over either temple and quickly started to grow into horns without her even noticing at first. As they grew out the blood and feeling in the flesh they broke drained, so she had no direct feeling in them. She only noticed and glanced up to partially see them when they had become big enough that their weight gave them away. They grew up and out then gently curved back in, then darkened to black at the tips where they bent back outward quickly, a type of cow horn, but not quite. She could not see her own horns well enough, but noticed when she rubbed them with her hands that they were textured- they were ribbed like sheep horns. She could also only sort of see her transformmed nose, and would not be able to identify it without going back to her mirror. It was broader and a bit flatter- a deer nose, with a cool damp black front. Her front teeth also became a bit bucked, and since they were scaled up to a human it was impossible to tell whether that was a donkey or rabbit, beaver, or any number of other animals with large front teeth. Her nose extended a bit farther out, causing her jaws to extend a bit as well but only very slightly, for the most part her face was still the same. Her pupils had stretched out horizontally though- like a goats.
Chloe did not even finish her udder growth when she heard a car door shut and realized there was headlights dimly visible through the curtains. She immediately panicked! She had no idea what time it was, and had completely lost all track. She had no idea she had been pleasuring herself leisurely for hours now! She just knew the visitor had to be Aden! It was later than she thought and he was home early! Not prepared at all on how to present her... situation to him, she grabbed the blanket folded up on the back of the couch to cover herself quickly. It did not even cover all of her- heck she surpassed the couch itself in length.
Aden entered and glanced at her a moment and smiled as he turned to hang up his jacket. "Hey! How has my sweetheart been holding up? Sorry I finished off the milk just before I left- I had no idea we were out already."
"It's fine... I got plenty of milk." She caressed the soft surface of her udder as it still grew under the blanket. The warm weight increasing in it already indicating it was working hard to produce.
He nodded and hurried toward the hall to dump his briefcase in the bedroom, stopping to kiss her quickly. He licked his lips after as he continued. "Mmm, chocolate."
Chloe was surprised and licked her lips with her large tongue when he vanished around the corner. She had been shovelling food into her face so ravenously she still had warm molten chocolate on her lips, giving Aden a candied kiss. Had he not been in a rush to get rid of his briefcase and the lights been on he surely would have noticed she was radically different. Even in the dark he would have seen her horns if she wasn't resting them against the arm of the couch to try and camouflage them. Chloe knew he would see her changes as soon as he walked back and looked at her for more than a second. She was able to recover her nerves quickly- she is still horny and now her man had returned, so the fun can only increase from here. On top of that, her body- as bizarre as it is- is now perfect for him! He should practically melt in her hands... or hooves, whatever! She listened carefully to his footsteps on the floor only now noticing that her large droopy ears could hear much better. She felt her skin sort of squirm and quickly slid a hoof down to her udder to feel the soft contours of huge milk veins webbing across its surface, each about as thick as her former fingers. They did not just cover the udder though, they trailed a bit onto her body as well. Aden returned and stood at the end of the hall which was between the living room and foyer. He smiled as he scanned the room for the source of her sweetened lips as he was hungry himself.
"Aw, eat it all already?" His eyes were still adjusting to the near nonexistent lighting in the room.
"How aahbout seafood? Feel like some clam?" She turned over while never breaking eye contact. She had to be careful not to strangle herself with her hair. "Got aah big surprise for yooou, baaahd boy."
Aden's pants tightened at the tone of her voice and suggestion, but he froze up when she baahed like a goat. Did she somehow find his porn folder? But he hid it so well, and she hardly used the computer! He would have a hell of a lot of explaining to do if she did, but she didn't sound upset at all... maybe she secretly was also into that sort of stuff? His heart froze in place and a bead of sweat trailed down the side of his face as he seen her deer leg slowly rise straight up and slip from under the blanket. She slowly rolled over to place the raised hoof to the floor and slide out from cover as gracefully as she could manage. She had to shift close to the edge when she rolled from on her back so her udder fell over the edge and she didn't roll on top of it as it was quite sensitive. The blanket fell from her before she was fully up because of her height. She was surprised with her size compared to his, wondering if he liked tall women or if it was just a side effect of her animal side. Aden used to be so tall compared to her that her face only met his upper chest, now she was taller than he was. She leaned back a bit as she lifted and tossed her shirt away to display her triple-set of nipples standing in attention. She locked her eyes on his face to read his expression but even she glanced down as she shifted her pelvis forward to display her udder. The main bulk of it was about the size of a medicine ball, and about as heavy as one too. The teats were uneven, the top two were gigantic compared to the bottom two and she realised it was only half a cow's udder! The top part was a bit less bloated, but the teats were giant and fat, taking on a cone-like shape. The top half of her udder is a goats, the bottom is a cows- with thumb sized teats. Aden opened his mouth tracing words he couldn't verbalize. Chloe imagined this is what she probably looked like when she encountered Occult.
"D-do you like what you see? It took a while to get ready." She sighed. "...and it is nonrefundable."
"Is it... real?! I mean... how... what?" He took two steps closer but paused, not sure if what he was seeing was even real.
"Long story short, I met some magical... thing, and it gave me aaah potion that would transform muuh into your ideal partner... and well, this is the result. Crazy I know, but clearly it's real. I uhm... found your porn stash toooo after I started to wonder, you know, why I was turning into an aaahnimal!" Her tone sharpened as she spoke the last part accusingly.
Aden raised his hands defensively. "Woah! Wait, it isn't like that! I mean I don't like animals like that! Well, I mean I would never think of doing a beast in real life."
"So those images just got mixed up in your porn by chance? There is more pictures of animals in there than actual porn!"
"Yea but what a guy likes in his porn and what he looks for in reality are two different things! Its..." His face was bright red by now but there was certainly no point in keeping anything secret at this point. "It started when I was younger, had a thing for breasts, what teen boy doesn't right? But then I found out about the breast expansion fetish, which lead to other expansion and then to the broader transformation fetish which... gave me an appreciation for... certain aspects of animals." He motioned over her body. "Notice how you didn't actually turn into an animal? You just gained parts from here and there."
He became silent as his eyes scanned her over and over. This was the sort of thing you would only see in a wild story or art at best, and she was in this form in flesh and blood! Chloe walked right up to him touching her cool black nose to his and pressed her udder against his crotch, feeling the stiff rod through his pants easily.
"Well, I became the perfect woman for you, you going to just stare or actually put this body to work?" She did not wait for him to respond before kissing him deeply, being careful with her tongue, since it was long enough to choke him if he wasn't ready for it.
She attempted to unbutton his shirt by the time they broke off the kiss but only managed to get two off, since her hooves were not exactly dexterous. With a smile he grabbed into the opening she created and snapped the rest off with a yank. He lead her back toward the center of the living room so there wouldn't be a risk of knocking against the coffee table and gently turned her while running a hand down either side of her body, pausing on the slope of her now impressive hips.
Her face turned a bit red as she realized he must be planning to do her from behind, but she wanted to see his face! "Doggy style?"
Aden shrugged motioning toward her nethers. "The udder."
Then she realized it- her udder was big enough to rival full grown dairy cattle. Several sexual positions would now either be impossible or just terribly awkward. She knew she couldn't raise her tail straight up as it would still be many feet too long, so she raised it and with a strong flick she shifted the long hair to the side. She crouched down and pressed her wet crotch into his on the way down, leaving a dark wet path down the front of his pants. Chloe got down on all fours and stretched out each limb, realizing she was terribly lopsided! Her lower legs and rear hooves were deer, her front hooves were pig, but her arms and upper legs were still human! Her arms were only a third of the length of her legs. She was about to say something of the awkwardness till Aden's hand came down firmly on her muscular rump. If she held this position- her vagina and butt were practically aimed into his face. She could feel her clit starting its rhymic pulsing again. Aden thrust into her and the muscles of her vagina's inner walls caved in onto his cock instantly, trying to suck it deeper. She angled her front hooves to perfectly brace the impact of his powerful thrusts against her firm ass. It did not take long for them to synchronize so his inward thrusts matched the pulse of her clit, his balls slapping the rear curve of her silky smooth udder flesh. Her mind nearly blanked entirely, consumed with the sensations. She did not mean to but each time he thrust in, her outward breath was so forceful that she was snorting lightly, and did moo several times- but that was deliberate. It felt good to let the animal sounds out. She tried to hold them back before at risk of promoting the changes even more, but now she did not care. The feeling of her man thrusting in her, her heavy swinging udder... it was too good to care about anything else.
Her legs buckled and her ass unintentionally lowered as she soaked his balls with a deluge of her liquid love. Her entire body became stiff a moment and vibrated. Aden paused to wait for her to recover, using the moments to prolong his own climax. When he resumed he bent over her, 'covering' her as a beast would its mate. He gripped her chest from one side, pinching her central nipples between his fingers. With his other hand he grabbed firmly onto her horn and used it like a handlebar to pull her head back, causing her to 'baah' in surprise, then a soft 'muh' of content. When he finally came it was with a mighty thrust that buckled her rear legs again, this time so far that she fell back on his cock driving it in as hard as possible as they both fell back. They were both out of breath, and he remained in her for some time, groaning happily and lightly feeling her body. Chloe sat up off him and she rolled onto her back. Cradling his head into her lap, Aden's lips found their way to one of her teats as he reached up and grabbed another between his middle and index fingers backwards. His head was in a spinning haze somewhere closer to heaven than earth. The udder weighed a ton and was taught with delicious and sweet human milk. For Chloe the pleasure was double- her teats were just as sensitive as her actual nipples as well as the entire udder, but the release of the warm pressure from within as she was milked was amazing as well! The milk Aden was drawing from the other side of the udder was spraying onto his chest, trailing down his torso, and pooling in his naval before overflowing across his stomach onto the floor. They were making a hell of a mess of the floor but neither of them could force themselves to care right now. That was to say nothing of how wrecked the couch probably was as a result of Chloe doing herself over before Aden even got home.
Chloe seen her man at half-mast and squirmed her way over him without drawing her teat out of his mouth. She had to be careful not to smother him with her huge mammary- he was too blissfully dazed to avoid it himself. Using her long legs to keep her udder hovering over his head, and lowered her head to his crotch. This position would be hard on her hands, but her hooves were fine like this. She lifted the cock with her tongue alone and hugged it with her lips while her tongue coiled the entire shaft's length. As explosively as his orgasm had been, it did not take too much convincing for his cock to sign up for a second verse. She bottomed out easily on his seven inch shaft- a trick she could always do- and pressed her soft deer nose into his softer scrotum to take in a deep draft of his musk. His balls drew in tightly a moment in response to the attention and bumped her nose, causing her to giggle with the cock still in her throat. Aden felt the ocean of beautiful hair wash over in its curled waves as Chloe pulled free on either end and positioned herself over him. She pressed her pig hooves into his shoulders to pin him in place and give herself all the control. She lowered her vagina down his shaft carefully, revelling in the sensation. Riding him like this meant the natural upward arc of his penis pointed like a compass to her G-spot. Her udder slapped down on his lower belly, luckily now it was considerably lighter now with less milk. Its soft mass jiggled as it slapped against him, bouncing just slightly. She only survived a few heavy drops before her back started to arc backward with pleasure.
"Mmmmoo! I love yooou Aden!"
He had to speak between drops as she was knocking several breaths of air out of him. "Even... knowing I have weird fetishes?"
"I don't really care- it's the fact yooou lied about it and hid it from me thaaaht was upsetting. But knowing what it was in that folder, I can sort see why you did. Was still baaaaahd."
She was approaching her limit already, and his balls were starting to draw closer, they were both hyper sensitive from the continuous romp. She remained down and instead started to roll her hips back and forth on him. Aden shot a second load into her when she rocked forward one last time putting him as deep into her as possible. The final surging tightness of his cock inside her was the final straw for her and set her off as well. She was so drained she literally just fell backward off him. They both lay in the middle of the floor ass to ass with their legs tangled together. Their chests heaved to regain their breath. As much as Aden would love to be able to make a round three, he was ready to pass out and there was no way his penis could stand again without hurting. Since she started early- this was already technically Chloe's third go at it.
Chloe looked across the room at the clock, though her vision was a bit blurry now. "H... hey, if thaaaht clock is right, the potion should still be in effect for a few more minutes- if you want to make any final revisions..."
Aden let out a breathless laugh. "Can't complain 'bout that sex, I don't think it can be improved!" He stared at the roof for several seconds while feeling her eyes on him, before he met her gaze. "Besides it doesn't matter what body you are in. I told you, that porn is just... porn. I don't need that stuff, I just want you- Chloe. And you are the same in whatever body you inhabit!"
They were both surprised when her eyes flashed a bright pink and her entire body started to glow brightly. In a final burst she stood up and the light sluffed off her body as a dissipating mist, leaving only her normal human form behind.
"Holy shit!! I am back to normal! I guess you meant what you said, heh."
They ran into each others arms and hugged tightly. Aden was keeping tight lipped wondering how long it would take to notice.
She spoke muffled with her face buried into his shoulder. "My hair is still stupid long... isn't it?"
He blushed. "W-well, you can always cut it!"
And with that, Chloe's trial was at last over. Her and Aden would forever be drawn still closer together, and would have fond memories of what was quite likely the kinkiest sex possible.
Occult pulled his nose back from the window to allow the blind to fall closed again. "Did she actually think this story wouldn't have a happy ending? She really is naive." |
James was nervous, but his new girlfriend Jess was gorgeous with her dark mocha toned skin and long straight black hair. They had only gone on two dates but when she asked him over to her apartment for a bit of fun he didn't hesitate. The sheer arousal he felt for her was enough to be a counterweight for his nerves. She put on rhythmic music and started to dance almost immediately after he sat on the edge of her bed. She started subtly, but quickly got into the rhythm of the song and started to belly dance for him. She started because she loved the song, but grinned mischeiviously as she seen him following her every move with his eyes and tented pants. She undid her pants, then untied her top. Dipping low several times and swinging her hips with the dance she snaked her way out of the tight pants without touching them. In fluid motion she tossed her skimpy shirt onto his face and by the time he removed it, her bra was off and she slowly lowered it as she continued to dance. Once she shimmied her panties down and kicked them off over his shoulder, she finally stopped her sexy dance and knelt in front of him. Using her tongue and teeth only she undid his pants and pulled them down along with his underwear with a single index finger. Jess pressed her tits in his face as she half stood and gripped his shirt, pulling it up and off.
James grabbed her by the hips and pulled her down, rolling over onto her now in the middle of the bed, pinning her for a moment, she growled seductively, enjoying the dominance.
"Why don't I help that stiff dick get lathered up?"
James let her up and moved back, resting on his elbows. Her dark red lips engulfed his dick quickly to the base of its six inch length. It felt wonderful, but not too far into it she stopped, looking a bit puzzled at it.
"Uh, is something wrong?"
James' eyebrow raised. "What do you mean...?"
She blushed slightly motioning to his penis. "W-well I know this isn't its full size..."
Now James' face went bright red! She was expecting bigger?! He was full erection! His size was perfectly average...he didn't know what to say.
Jess glanced away a moment from the awkwardness. "Its OK, a lot of guys don't know how to get it fully up! I don't even care if this was the full size, its just...I can tell it isn't."
Still not knowing what to say, James just went along. He didn't want to argue with her and kill the mood, this was as big as it got. Jess pressed both index fingers into the area just over his dick as if feeling for something, then pressed in and massaged two very specific points, telling him she learned this technique as well as belly dancing when she was studying abroad. She very gently traced fingers up his dick, following the veins and told him to focus on her tits, and will his dick bigger. What? Just mentally tell it to get bigger, was she serious!? What sort of wiles willed willies? He tried to relax his lower body around the shaft, hoping maybe increased blood flow would help. After several long moments of concentrating on his dick and her perfect supple dark tits, she spoke up again. Jess told him to think of something he disliked about himself, and imagine blowing it out his dick. Odd therapy, but why not? He was willing to do just about anything to get this ball rolling back into the gutter where it belongs.
James remembered a horrible moment when he was in grade school, he was about to show off a trick he learned but tripped on his shoelaces and ate shit so hard everyone was laughing too hard to see any second attempts. He wished he could cum that memory away for sure. But as he thought that an odd feeling came over him and suddenly he couldn't remember everyone who was there. It was a very subtle tingling warmth that passed through his entire body, heading toward his crotch and concentrating. Now he couldn't remember anyone who was there, or what trick he was trying to do in the first place. James felt like he was getting an erection even though he already had one! Like trying to hold water in your hand, his memory continued to slip away till he couldn't even remember what he was trying to remember! His eyes focussed back on his dick and it looked a tiny bit bigger! Or at least harder- with reddened glans and aggressive veins. Jess smiled, telling him he did a good job.
"The first is the hardest, because you don't quite know how and your body isn't used to it. It gets easier every time. You should keep going. ANYTHING you don't like about yourself, just throw it away and use it to feed your dick! I bet your cock's actual max size is really impressive."
James was still in disbelief but went through his memories, piling all the negative ones into his dick. Each contributed very little to his physical size, but together it was certainly noticeable. Jess kept encouraging him to dump more in! She suggested things with a bit more substance- personality traits he wished he didn't have or knowledge he wasn't actually going to find a use for. She was right about it getting easier- the flowing sensation through his body didn't even happen now, and he felt his cock swelling up almost instantly. One, two, three inches more, and a bit more girth to boot. Jess grabbed the large bulbous head in her hand- reaching just far enough around the glans to hook her fingertips around the corona and squeeze gently. James groaned in need, wanting to get off already! The bigger it got the more needy it became, the more pent up he felt. She told him where he should stuff his impatience, and there was another half inch. As much as he loved having a huge dick now...it was maybe a bit on the too big side? Jess didn't seem intimidated by it, but it was longer than his forearm, if James had to guess he wouldn't have thought something that big would even fit in her. He told her his concerns and said they should probably stop.
"But...you don't even know what your actual max size is yet? You know how many dudes would kill for a huge dong? Tell you what, you should just stuff your worry into that thick meat stick of yours so you can focus on enjoying it more."
That didn't sound like a good idea, but before he could worry about his worries it was gone and his dick stretched bigger. Before it was something he had to concentrate on but it was so easy now just considering it made it happen. Jess squeezed the glans and tickled the fingers of her other hand up his gigantic shaft, telling him things he probably didn't need to feed his dick. The ability to feel pain, his negative emotions, memories of his childhood, free will. His cock stretched absurdly big, and while that last item gave him pause, his ability to be worried about it was already gone. Jess reasoned that free will meant choice, and choosing can be hard. Why bother thinking about things when you can just go with the flow?
James groaned and squirmed as his massive shaft wobbled back and forth in Jess' grip, and she knew he was too far to back down now. Why would he need to think about anything when he has a dick this big? Just shove that in his dick, his ability to write, read, how to do math, what his own name is, junk like that. By now the huge cock was towering over both of them and the best Jess could do with both hands was just hold it steady- if it fell over it was so rigid and big it would yank James off the bed with it. James could barely put together a coherent thought, and when he did he accidentally put that in his dick too. He even started to shrink, giving his size over to the dick. Jess just caressed the throbbing veiny shaft and looked over the diminishing James, listing off everything about him she could think of. One by one, those things stuffed into his cock and it continued to grow. Just the brief period of time where his brain tried to understand the word she speaks is enough to draw it out and into his dick. Instead of resisting it because it was an unknown concept, James' body was now resisting everything else, and trying to pull everything in even without his conscious input.
Jess drooled a bit, having to crane her neck back to look up at the stiff rim of the corona far above as the cockhead thumped against the roof and the bed started to bend down from the pressure. James shrank away as he was reduced to a drooling idiot; all thoughts having gone into forcing his cock still bigger. The springs in her bed exploded out from under them, collapsing the frame. It created enough momentary give for the giant cock to spring sideways and slam on the floor, covering the entire room up to her door- conveniently preventing it from being opened from the outside right now. What was left of James looked like a weird doll, or human shaped blob. Wedged between balls and cock, his body had lost definition and shape to his cock, causing him to look less and less human. Jess also noted it had stopped there, but that was fine. She reached past the fleshy blob to caress the sides of his aching balls, and reminded him not to neglect those. His cock was overstuffed- it finally ran out of room, but his balls didn't. Reduced to a tiny blob, then nothing more than a lump, and then nothing at all, his balls swelled slowly with what little remnants of James there was left, but then ballooned in size tremendously and finally stopped. The final surge had been his life and existence. Now he was the cock itself. He had no eyes or ears to see or hear with, no mind to think with, but he could still feel. And as a gargantuan cock, everything he felt must be real nice.
Jess pat the side of the shaft with a smile. "See? You could do way better. Now you can be my new toy to grind against. Ooooh and I bet your balls make a nice seat. And I can cuddle you in bed! I mean...this probably isn't what you had in mind." Jess shrugged.
She felt a little guilty for manipulating him into this, but he wanted pleasure and she delivered. It was his will that stuffed his dick, she just told him how. The small nagging guilt passed quickly enough, as her nipples hardened from the pressure. |
(Inverted CTF, shared pleasure, canine/equine hybrid TF CTF, merge)
Greggory sighed as he shoved his way through the crowds on his way home from work again. The street merchants crowded the roads, so between the merchants trying to shove their wares in your face and the people trying to buy from them- half Greg's walk home was shuffling sideways sandwiched between people. He is a handsome enough guy, but his personality tends to be a bit bland. Rather than ever suggest ideas, Greggory has always been sort of drifting on the tides of life. He got a job because his parents told him to. He took the job in construction because they were willing to hire him. Basically nothing he ever does is by choice, it's just because it is something that makes sense for him to do, or just happened to be the result he ended up with. Unfortunately this also applies to when his boss tells him he needs to work overtime or an extra day to help get something done on time. Greg never says no. So he ends up working and going along with everything so much that he never really has enough spare time to even think about what he wants to do. So he hasn't really had a girlfriend... ever. It isn't that they turn him down- he has never had the time to ask.
He thought he had finally cleared the crowds and popped out the other side when a man touched his arm to stop him. Greg wondered what the man wanted, because he did not look like a merchant at all. He stood leaned on a wall in the hot sun, shaded by a large brimmed hat. He wore a business suit, looking rather wealthy and out of place in a street market.
"Hey man, you look rather down, so I figure maybe you might want this." The man held out a very old oil lamp.
Greggory raised an eyebrow. "An oil lamp? My house has electricity, thanks."
The man laughed. "It ain't no ordinary lamp man." The man leaned closer and lowered his voice. "It has a genie inside."
Greg leaned his head back, letting out a long sigh. "Right. And you got it from your faerie godmother. Why the hell would you just sell it to me if it had a Genie in it? Why aren't you king of the world if you had three wishes?"
The man shook his head. "Because being a leader of anything is a big responsibility, only a moron wants to be king of anything. I am not selling it- I already got all the money I will ever need. I am just giving it to you. I already had my three wishes, so the lamp doesn't work for me anymore. You seem like the hard working type, but yet you seem to down. So here. Have your three."
Greggory did not feel like idling in this loud place for much longer so he just took the lamp. If the man did not charge anything for it, what was the harm? He could use it in case of a power outage or something. Greg turned it in his hands and rubbed his fingers over it on his way home examining it- it did look very old. The inside rim of the lamp was covered in ancient runes of a language he had never seen before. All his hand movements around its surface however activated the lamp, and in a burst of white smoke a tiny woman appeared, with her lower half trailing into the lamp opening as amorphous smoke-like substance.
"Greetings master, for I am the Genie of the- lmmphrmm?!" Greggory quickly covered her with his hand and ran for it. He only took his hand away once he was a good distance and had slipped into a narrow lane. "What was that about?!"
"I... I didn't think Genie were real!"
"Didn't the last guy tell you what the lamp was?"
"Well, yea but I didn't believe him."
"Oh. Yea, I wouldn't have believed him either." She fully popped out of the lamp and then quickly grew to regular human sized- though at this size Greg noticed she is partially translucent.
She looks like a normal person with a deep golden tan, but her wrists are bound together by a huge heavy looking chain and shackles. There are runes scarred into her flesh around her neck and ankles as well, and she is dressed very minimally. Genie are created from slaves of sultans- sentenced to a particularly cruel death, their souls are bound to small vessels to serve their masters for all eternity, no longer physically capable of escape from their servitude. The only salvation from their slavery is to shatter the vessel they are bound to- but because they no longer have a physical body, doing so is also effectively killing them.
Greg thought for a long moment, carrying the lamp as he continued to walk toward his apartment and the Genie followed closely behind him- her footsteps making no sound against the ground. "Okay so, get the obvious stuff out of the way first- can I wish for more wishes?"
"No."
"Can I wish for more Genies?"
"...NO."
"Can I wish everything I wrote on a sheet of paper came true?"
She had to think about that one. "Yes... but if you wrote more than three things, it would stop working. It isn't some rule we make up- the three wish limit is because I am incapable of doing more than that. I don't have the power. I can give you less than three, but I cannot give you more, I am physically incapable. Changing the method of giving it to you doesn't magically give me more power."
"Can I...."
"You can't wish I had more power. You also can't wish me to be set free. Someone already tried."
"Can I wish for true love?"
"Uhhhh, ssssort of? I can make someone genuinely fall in love with you, but emotions are a vague concept. Just because someone loves you doesn't mean they will get along with you necessarily, and love means different things to different people. Your concept of love might not match up to theirs. That would be a dangerous play, but technically possible."
"Well..." Greg thought about the guy who handed him the lamp. "I wish I no longer had to worry about money. That I will have enough to get by on and, like... still have TV and a bit of spending money to live normally by, y'know?"
"Thanks to literally everyone making that wish- yes, I do know." She snapped her fingers. "However you said enough to get by on normally. Your current employer will now pay you your wages no matter what- even if you never show up for work again, they will still pay you. You will not be rich however because of how you worded the wish. You make the same you do now, just without having to work. I suppose you could still save up and become rich that way. Or perhaps take up a second job since you no longer need to do this one."
"No no, that is perfect! Because if I made too much money out of the blue the government would be up my ass. No one really wants to be a king- I just want to live easy." She nodded.
They arrived at his apartment building and he went in the back door to avoid anyone seeing them- normally the back door was only used to toss trash into the BFI in the back. He held the door open for her but she smiled and put her hand through it, showing him he did not need to. She has no physical body- the lamp in his hands is essentially her body. What looks like the woman is literally just a ghost, she can phase through surfaces. Once back in his apartment they both sat down on his couch and he was deep in thought. The Genie turned his TV on and flipped through the channels in awe- she is many thousands of years old so technology like this is still bizarre to her.
After a while Greg slapped his hand down on the arm of the couch. "Okay! My second wish will be for a long life!"
She raised her hand slowly to snap her fingers again. "A long life, not..."
"Not immortality. To live forever is a curse fit for no one. But to live healthy for a long time... yea. That is my second wish."
She snapped her fingers. "It is so. You have but one remaining wish."
It would actually be two days before Greggory made his last wish. He let the Genie use his apartment and hang out. She is no longer capable of sleeping so she did not need a bed, nor can she eat anything. She got to experience the world a little bit, and Greggory got to think hard on his final wish. It was nice, not having to go to work. He was nervous the first day after making the wish, half expecting the boss to still call him wondering why he did not come in, but nope. He now made money by doing nothing. He really fixated on a girlfriend and finding love for the final wish. Greg figured at this point the only way he would find someone is if he wished for it. The problem is, if he wished someone to be in love with him, the wish will alter their minds to make it happen. That... sort of feels wrong. Because they don't really want it, you MADE them want it. He seen enough movies to know that the trick to Genie wishes is to choose your words carefully. Because Genie are enslaved and forced into their life of granting wishes; many of them are hateful, and will look for any opportunity to destroy you, using the only thing they can as a weapon- your wishes. This Genie is pretty chill, but the point still stood- the trick would be in how he wishes for it to happen.
Greg was flicking through posts on his phone idly while trying to think on his wish when the Genie appeared over him, leaned on the back of the couch. "Heyyy... so, you should probably make your wish soon-ish. I have been out of my lamp for a while, my power might start to wane, and then I might not be able to grant your last wish fully."
"What?! Really?"
"Yea, I am not really meant to be outside of the lamp. I mean, depends what you wish for- might not take that much power. But my power level will start to gradually go down the longer I am out."
"Okay, I think I got it anyway, just... procrastinating I guess. I wish for someone to share pleasure with. Not to force them to fall in love with me or something, just... I wish I had someone who wanted to have sex when I do, who likes being with me... you know? I don't want my wish to twist someone's mind into being something they are not..."
The Genie made a sharp inhale as she snapped her fingers. "Okay... but that really narrows down the options, this... might not be what you expect..e..d... b...."
The Genie continued to move her mouth but the sound faded to nothing- her entire form seemed to turn to colored vapor and vanish into the air! With the final wish granted, she was returned to the lamp. She cannot leave without a new master now, so she was unable to fully explain the consequences of his final wish. Greg's heart tightened at the thought. What was unexpected? Oh no, what had he done? What could that wish have done?! She won't twist someone to like him, but will find someone who wants to be with him and share pleasure. He expected her to locate his soul mate but... what if that concept was man-made? What if there was no such thing? If there is no one meant for him, and she cannot manipulate someone into being with him... did the Genie just poof a new life into existence, for the sole purpose of being with Greg? That didn't sound that bad, actually. He found himself feeling extremely tired all of a sudden though, and shuffled to bed to take a nap.
Greg woke up not too long after feeling perfectly refreshed. Well, that was weird. He shuffled his way to the bathroom while glancing around the house, curious if anyone was here with him. He sort of had a feeling of eyes on him but seen no one. Where would his new partner meet him for the first time? He pulled his pants down to take a piss and slammed his back against the wall, letting out a rather girlish scream and nearly had a heart attack! His penis is gone!! His balls are still there, but where his penis had been is instead just a perfectly flat-topped stump of flesh like someone had chopped his dick off like a tree! There was no scarring around it- it was like nothing had been there in the first place! How was he even going to pee!? He found the urethral opening is still there on the stump, so using what little there was to aim; he managed to go to the bathroom properly.
"Wh-how? What?! How is this even remotely like what I asked for?! I asked for someone to have sex with and she took away my ability to have sex?! This is the literal opposite of what I asked!!"
He stormed into the hallway and almost missed the tiny voice trying to get his attention. He furrowed his brow and looked around. Did she actually give him a soul mate? But... now he can't have sex even if he does have a partner, which makes it seem even more cruel. Greggory took a step back in surprise, when he seen the tiny arms waving to get his attention! He had almost stepped on her when he exited the bathroom! He had to crouch down to see her! There is a tiny naked woman on the floor!
The tiny woman has long platinum blond hair and baby blue eyes. She has a nice bubble butt and meaty thighs to cap her long narrow legs and small feet. Her breasts look huge on her, but compared to Greg they are the size of a marble each- the woman herself is only as tall as a doll!
"Who... are you? Do you have a name? Did... the Genie summon you?"
She tilted her head. "Uh, yes? I think? I don't know a lot before now, but I remember existing shortly after the Genie left, so that must be it! I don't have a name though. Name me master!"
He blushed. "Well... hrm. That Genie seems to have really messed with me on this last wish. Even if I still had a penis you are too tiny for me to fit it in. Uhm... well you are really pretty, even if you are tiny so how about a nice name like Laurel?"
"Okies! I am Laurel now!" Her grin widened. "Let's have some fun time now!"
Greg shook his head, holding his pants open a bit and motioning to his crotch. "I don't have a penis anymore... the Genie screwed me over."
Laurel tilted her head. "What? I am right here."
Greg felt like some of the neurons in his brain shorted out for a moment, and his thoughts became a dial tone for a few seconds before his eyes started to widen and he realized what he had done. Laurel grabbed her plump pubic mound and he immediately bent over so suddenly he almost hit his head on the floor as he felt what SHE was doing! Laurel IS HIS PENIS. That is why she is only seven inches tall- the Genie turned his penis into a sentient person! The only person in existence who will by default always be horny when you are, always want to be with you, and always share pleasure with, is your own dick.
He was barely able to hold himself up off the floor and beg her to stop for a moment so he could think straight. Her touching her pussy was like someone rubbing the corona of his dick. He offered a hand to her and she hopped up for him to carry her- he could not only feel her feet in his hand, he could also feel his hand lightly on the base of the stump in his crotch even though they were not touching. It isn't just her genitals- every part of her body shares sensations with some part of his penis. The most sensitive parts jumbled together and linked to her naturally most sensitive bits- her breasts and pussy. Laurel was very eager to experiment, and not nearly as interested in trying to comprehend the ramifications of this wish. Using only his index finger he slapped her round butt and found its sensations was similar to tugging lightly on the frenulum. Her breasts felt like the glans, while her pussy was the more sensitive edge of the glans; the corona. The rest of her was basically the shaft.
Exploring her had the obvious side-effect of making him horny, because he was essentially fondling his cock. It's just that, it has a mind of its own now, and wasn't physically connected to him. The Genie is female, which is why Laurel knew about her in spite of not existing as a person yet. Greg was turned on by the Genie's appearance- making his cock aware of her. Though being born from Greggory; Laurel has a totally different appearance, and seemingly her own personality- a side effect of having been made a new person. In order to have the capacity to spend time and enjoy someone's company, she needed a heart and mind of her own. It would sort of be awkward as hell to just grab her entire body and smother her like he would a dick. She quickly lay down on the bed by him and spread her legs. Lauren grabbed her boobs and started to roll them around which felt like someone massaging the head of his dick, and then wetting the end of his index in his mouth, he started to rub her tiny pussy with his finger. She was just big enough to take his finger inside of her, but he needed to push up against her several times to slowly stretch her- shoving it in all at once would hurt. And he knew that without her having to say anything, because he feels everything she does. Penetrating her felt like he was sounding himself!
They both moaned together from the pleasure and it did not take too long for her to suddenly hiccup and in a burst her lower gut suddenly swelled out and his finger was shoved back! He pulled his finger out and her pussy absolutely erupted a massive amount of cum! Not female ejaculate- actual cum! His balls clenched up and he could feel the release but the actual cum came out of her, not him. After a few moments she tried to get up but kept stumbling back down.
"Ugh. Too tired to move..."
He chuckled at the absurdity of the situation. Of course she doesn't have the strength to stand back up- neither would a cock that just blasted off its load. After getting them both cleaned up- causing a lot of unintentional pleasure from handling her even more- Laurel went to sleep and Greg sat around the house trying to wrap his head around the whole situation. This... isn't actually that bad. He technically got exactly what he asked for. Now whenever he returned home there would be a woman to greet him and share time with, she is just tiny. He would not really need to worry about spending extra money to support her- since she obviously has zero education- Laurel needs to eat and drink too obviously, but she is so small that a snack to her is a crumb to Greggory. A cookie is the size of a large pizza to her.
He did not get to think too long on it before she was awake and raring to go again. Laurel scoot up the back of the couch and jumped over his shoulder into his lap, startling him!
"I am alive again! Kiss!"
"H-huh?"
"Kiss meeee!" She made little grabby hands up toward him.
A kiss seemed rather awkward, since his lips would cover her entire head, but she sure is cute, so he tried anyway. As soon as his lips touched hers, she shoved her face forward trying to pop her entire head into his mouth.
Greg pulled back. "Ack, what the heck are you trying to do?"
"Suck meee!"
"I- what?- no! I would get your hair all over my mouth."
"Mmmm, lick?"
He lowered his brows. She really only had one thing on her mind, huh? He lifted her up in his hand again and licked up her body- shivering along with her from the sensations. He could technically give himself a blowjob like this... the world's weirdest blowjob. He licked her drooling pussy making her giggle and squirm. He wondered if any of that juice in her pussy was actually vaginal lube, or if she leaked his precum, since he clearly didn't anymore in spite of still having a prostate. The best was sucking on either of her breasts! They are small enough that he can easily suck an entire boob into his mouth and flick the teeny tiny nipples with the end of his tongue. She once again exploded with his ejaculate and this time they were both tired. Laurel went totally limp- all the strength in her body failed so she could barely even wiggle her limbs. But she never stays down for long.
And so Greggory's life with Laurel began. The next day he went shopping for doll clothing- something he never thought he would do in his life. Most doll clothing fit Laurel quite well, so he was able to dress her up. She is very energetic, so she often helps pick him up, feeding off her energy a bit. When he played games online she would be on the mic, yelling at everyone else and then high-five Greg before letting a huge belch rip. Classy. They even went on several pseudo dates, though Greggory had to be very careful to keep her hidden whenever they went out- don't want to get caught with your dick out in public. Whenever she got really excited or just as she hits climax when they are having fun in the bedroom- Laurel always starts to hiccup. It is rather cute, but Greg noticed it happens every time and put two and two together- hiccups are sudden muscle contractions, like a penis when it is cumming.
Greg would like to say it was a happily ever after for them. He did his best to look at the bright side of the situation- pleasure being a primary example; there was plenty of that to be had. But only of the physical variety. His first taste of the problems was when he went on a walk to the marketplace and almost fell into oncoming traffic! He was just walking along and was hit with a sharp and sudden pleasure! He had to duck into an ally and wait for Laurel to finish! She was not even with him- she was back at the apartment, but it did not matter how far away from each other they became, their feeling is still linked. She took the joycons off his Switch, selected the find joycon function, pressed the button down on one with her foot and wedged the edge of the other against her pussy as it started vibrating quickly for as long as her foot remained on the other button! She was using his controllers as a vibrator! She came explosively but did not stop there! She may be his penis, but she has the body of a woman now- which means she is technically able to have repeated orgasms, with no real refractory period. Like usual; Laurel went limp as soon as she came all over, but she slumped over with the controlled still wedged against her. She still had enough strength to hook a leg around the other side and press it into herself- using the vibrating to get herself off even though her own limbs were too weak to! She came a second time in a row!
To Laurel, it was just a good time, so she assumed Greggory would think so to. Well, physically it was great. It however almost got him killed falling into oncoming traffic, and then forced him to slump over trembling in orgasmic pleasure for nearly twenty minutes in a dirty laneway. And the cherry on top? She blasted out so much cum she destroyed the joycons. Liquid and electronics don't go well together, and she is too small to clean things off properly- she cannot reach the sink or paper towels.
Then there are many times she woke him up unintentionally- rolling in the sheets or grinding her crotch against a ridge of the blankets while she is still fully asleep, still causes enough pleasure to wake Greg up. Even when she actually asked him before doing something, or asked him to help do something... it was so often! She is insatiable! True to his wish, she always wants to be with him, and is always trying to share pleasure. The problem is... sometimes he wants to be alone, and he also enjoys things in life that are not physical pleasure. Greggory would have told her they maybe need a break from each other except that... isn't possible. Even if they stopped spending time together, every time she touches herself he will still feel it, so the part that is the actual problem would still be there no matter what. Besides, what kind of psychopath cuts off his own dick?
Greg went for lots of walks these days with his extra time, which helped him keep fit, and was also good to relax... if Laurel kept her hands off her crotch for long enough anyway. He could not walk along too narrow a path because there is always the risk of tripping over himself from sudden, unexpected pleasure from his cock having fun with herself elsewhere. He met Wanda- a beautiful woman who works at the local coffee shop. She spotted him on a walk and came up to talk- she remembered him coming to the shop every day on the way to work, but since he doesn't GO to work anymore, she hasn't seen him. He was surprised she remembered him specifically out of all the customers they must get. They talked together for some time, and then again another day, and then again! Now that she knew where to find him, she started to join him on his walks and they went to get a bite to eat here and there. Greg would have loved to ask her out on an official date but... that isn't possible. His penis is a separate person, he cannot have sex so... dating seems pointless, it can never go anywhere. She would inevitably try to take things to the bedroom only to find Laurel pawing at her meaty labia. He also had to make several mad dashes to the bathroom with little explanation. Being with a woman he is attracted to caused his balls to churn, and that immediately triggered Laurel back home to ride her latest improvised toy- handle of a toothbrush, a wetted cotton swab, handle of silverware, or popping a marble into her snatch if she was really frisky- compared to her body size a marble is like a soccer ball to her.
Laurel was not blind to Greggory's frustration. She tried to hold herself back, but then he started spending time with Wanda and it got twice as hard to hold back- making it seem like she was not even trying, even though she is. On day Greg shouted at her, telling her that she is a person of her own now, and she should stop acting like a dick! Get her head out of the gutter, get some real hobbies! He was real mad, and would probably have thrown her out if doing so would have accomplished anything. Instead he just seen himself out- leaving for an extra-long walk alone to clear his head, and hopefully not be interrupted for once by his horny cock.
Laurel pout, shuffling her tiny feet along the coffee table in a cute little doll outfit with wide ruffled skirt. Even wearing a hot new outfit did not cheer her up today. "I can't get a hobby... I am too small. I can only reach one side of a game controller and I can't reach across more than four keys on a keyboard at a time. What does he expect me to do?" She dashed up to the old magic lamp and kicked it in frustration, but she kicked it hard enough to knock it up and it came back down on her other foot, pinning it to the table! "ACK, d-damnit. Ugh. I can't do anything right. I don't... think I can be anything other than a cock, even if I have a person's body. There is nothing to distract me from my feelings, and my head empties whenever I get horny. I don't think he wants me anymore, but we can't even leave each other... I am a burden on him forever..."
She struggled to pull her foot out, falling back onto the table, grumbling in frustration. She had to kick the lamp again from a laying position to shove it off her other foot- but doing so rubbed her ankle across the side and to her surprise the Genie appeared in a flash from the lamp! Laurel was turned into a person of her own- which means she is eligible for three wishes, the lamp works for Laurel!
The Genie became human sized once completely out of the lamp, which thanks to the extremely low angle Laurel is at- gave her a perfect view of the indentation of a pussy opening on the cloth behind the loincloth on the Genie- as well as a perfect view of her mountainous breasts from below; the roundest part of a boob.
Laurel put a hand on her crotch and squeezed. "Woah, he was right you are hot..."
The Genie furrowed her brow and snapped her fingers several times at Laurel. "Hey! Snap out of it- head in the game. I can give you three wishes- no more. You can wish for anything but be careful what you wish for... as you have seen, your former owner did not exactly get what he wanted, due to the heavy restrictions of his wish."
"I wish for things to work between me and Greggory! I want to be with him forever but... I want us to be closer. Like... I want it to WORK, y'know?"
The Genie gave her a look that was half sympathetic and half nervous; already knowing this might not be what she expected. "V-very well but...okay. If that is what you wish."
"Okay and for my nex-"
"Woooah, wait a second there, little one. Are you sure you don't want to think it over... like, at all? You're just going to fire off all your wishes right away?"
"Well... yea. I don't have a lot going on in my life, if you haven't noticed. There is only so much for me to want in the first place, so don't really have to pick and choose." She shrugged. "I wish... I wish I was proper size for my form! Yea... big! And... long... thick..." Her mind started to flood with hormones again. Greggory felt it as well, and turned to return home, knowing trouble was on the way.
The Genie grumbled at her mistress's clearly muddled thoughts, but is bound by force to do whatever is wished. She snapped her fingers again and activated the magic.
Laurel slid down onto her knees, panting with a look of lust on her face as her muscles started to softly pulse from her growth wish starting to slowly take effect. She ran her hands down her thighs, converging toward her crotch.
"Mmm... might as well have fun with the last one, right? I want to experience exotic pleasure! Bestial lust! If we change things up, he can fall in love with me all over again...mmmm..."
"O-of a beast? Can... you be more specific?"
"Hmm, something wild! Like... something that doesn't exist already! I want to mix things up so give me a unique type of pleasure! A totally new experience!"
"Very well..." She sighed, snapping her fingers and then only seconds later her form vanished- once again returned to its vessel.
Laurel giggled like a little deviant as she plopped onto all fours and fingered her twat with one hand under her skirt as her body started to grow! Her clothes pulled tight on her, which only made her moan in pleasure. She did not even attempt to take her clothes off- she wanted to feel them break. She wanted her body to overgrow them! The waist of her skirt snapped but the skirt itself remained on as her thighs grew large enough to grip the skirt instead of the other way around. She huffed, having a hard time breathing as her shirt became far too tight for her breasts! The seams for the sleeves cut into her shoulders causing her to squirm. Dolls typically don't have underwear, so Laurel has nothing on under her shirt and skirt. Laurel started to regret staying in them because it was compressing her breasts almost painfully and smushing them together, but then the first tear burst open at the front, causing her breasts to bounce away from one another a bit. She gasped and sat upright onto her knees and that caused the rip to go all the way through to the top and bottom and burst her shirt in half in the front! Now it yanked her arms back because the sleeves and back of the shirt were still together! Her skirt started to rip up and popped off soon after. Laurel was startled by the sound of cracking glass and quickly scrambled to the edge of the table, then jumped onto the couch from there! Her weight is increasing too much for the glass-top table and her knees cracked its surface!
Formerly only seven inches tall, she is now the size of a human kid and quickly growing. The feeling of growth itself was subtle- like an outward pressure but felt equally all over her body at the same time. It almost felt... it felt like getting an erection. A feeling Greg almost forgot- since his cock has technically been permanently erect as Laurel. With a grunt, Laurel yanked her arms forward and tore the back of the shirt in half to free herself- flexing the muscles in her arms also caused the sleeves to pop, completely destroying the shirt and leaving her naked again. Laurel had to keep shuffling the position of her hands and knees on the couch as she grew and grew. She was too occupied trying to hold herself up as she grew at the same time so she could not paw at her pussy- but she rocked her chest rhythmically to make her boobs swing around, enjoying the feeling and weight.
Greg came bursting into the door, shocked as soon as he seen Laurel and then quickly closed the door behind him. "W-what happened, why are you... people sized?!"
"Thuh- hah... Genie. I... wished." Laurel is still squirming as the growth slows, and she is still totally out of breathe.
"What?! What did you wish?!"
"Mmmm, wouldn't you... like to know..." She stood up seductively and quickly walked toward him.
Greg walked back away from her but she followed quickly- a predatory hunger in her eyes. She stumbled a bit, holding her side for a moment, feeling a powerful pressure pulse within but then subside. There is more than one change going on. Now that one wish was done, the others were starting. Or perhaps two wishes are done? Greg did return home almost immediately.
"C'mon big boy! You finally have a big girl! Fuck me!"
"W-what?! I don't... your my penis?"
Laurel had completely forgotten for a moment he has nothing to fuck her with. She caught up to him and shoved his butt back against the kitchen counter- pinning him so he cannot get away, using her own round butt! As soon as she ground her crotch against his though, they both moaned in unison from an electrical feeling of pleasure! The button and zipper on his pants opened on their own- his clothing moving away as if they had a mind of their own- forced open by magic. When her hard clit bumped against the stump that marks her former home- it fused! He tried to push her away and squirm out to get some time to think, but found he could not- their crotches bound together. She wished to be with him always, and to have it actually work like it used to- Laurel's wish is reverting her to a cock! They moaned and squirmed and she ground her round bubble butt into his crotch as the nerves from either of their groins tangled together- but because they shared the same feeling, both of them felt the same thing; doubled over! It was literally twice the pleasure; she could feel her nerves digging into him and his nerves digging into her at the same time! The edges of his stump fused to her labia which tightened to it, the neon pink labia flesh turning to a more normal outer skin tone to fuse to him. It felt like he was getting a giant erection, but what he is feeling is actually her vaginal walls tightening as the flesh once again gives itself to Greg- its original master. Greggory had to grab her torso to steady them, because Laurel was grinding up against him so ravenously she nearly knocked him over several times! As soon as he touched her torso she wrapped her arms around herself, grabbing his hands and forcing him to hug her under her boobs- pressing up onto the underside of the tits.
Laurel winced a bit from the immense pressure in her gut, and her stomach started to push out rounder! It certainly is not fat, because it's very tight; almost painfully so, but not quite. She felt her bones softening and regressing back- this made her body feel lighter and more loose, allowing her to bend in ways that would normally be painful or outright impossible. Starting with her vagina and spreading out, her body started to convert to cock meat. To Greg it felt like he actually has a dick inside of her, growing very quickly. It feels like that to her as well, since the structure has a totally different consistency to the normal human body- it feels like a separate object driving up into her, spreading her out. Pain receptors regressed and blinked out of existence entirely while pleasure receptors reproduced and spread, making her entire body an erogenous zone. Laurel fantasied about all the pussy they can take once they are together again!
Her entire body started to swell, her veins getting large and fat- the pulse in them magnifying greatly. Her ribs started to softly pop as she rocked back and forth, grinding on his crotch still since they cannot fully divide anymore regardless. Her boobs shook suddenly on their own as her last few ribs let go of her sternum and her chest widened. Her stomach was still getting bigger and rounder! But that was not all. Two more bulges started to form out of her sides just over her hips!
Greggory felt the same desperate horniness that Laurel did and started to hump against her, causing her to rock forward from his thrusts. Her widening torso forced his hands to pull apart, so instead of a hug he turned to grasping her upper body. When he humped forward; his grip slid down and then back up as he pulled back- masturbating her body, however tiny his hands are in comparison. Her breasts were divided by the growth enough that the bottoms of either one still rest on the top of his hands, flopping every time his hands went back up and wedged under them. Each time he thrust the growth within surged and shoved higher up her body! The bulge of her massive gut started to shove up her front and finally her vertebrae started to regress and let go with hollow pops- her entire body started to grow longer.
He collapsed to the kitchen floor- her weight too much to hold up. Laurel pulled her legs up a bit and toward their bodies and the limbs started to lose definition- the nails softened and regressed into regular skin, the skin started to look smoother and softer and the shape of the joints vanished with the bones inside. Her legs started to shrink and his balls filled with an itchy pressure in slow, soft, but persistent surges, swelling larger and larger with the reclaimed mass! The huge bulges in her side swelled in a surge, which helped both yank her torso longer and increase its girth to keep up. The bulge in the front that had started at her rounded belly shoved up pushing up between her tits, thickening to project even further off her torso itself! It is a urethral bulge! Laurel's arms fell limp at her sides and started to succumb to the same fate as her legs- getting softer and less defined as they shrink, becoming underdeveloped as they regress out of existence slowly.
The veins in her neck swelled disturbingly huge and her neck started to pulse, stretching bigger and longer at the same time. "Yessss..." Her moans deepened as her neck grew. "Moore, make me bigger! Touch meee, play with me master! Have fun with me, hold me, squeeze me, suck on me!! Ahahaha~!" The urethral bulge shoved higher in a pulse again, now connecting to her throat as her neck continued to grow- approaching the thickness of her stretching torso at its base. "We can fuck every woman that crosses our path! I will be so fucking huge... so... so tiiight! I will be the best fucking cock on earth, no one can resist us!"
The huge bulges on her side throbbed and she gave several rapid hiccups, then a giggle, then several more hiccups- each sounding more wet than the last till a gush of hot, salty precum burst from her mouth. She giggled again even as more pre drooled out the edges of her mouth and her voice became hollow sounding- her throat now a huge urethra. Her legs and arms no more than squishy cones of skin with small subtle bubbles of skin on the end that were formerly her digits. His balls however were each the size of a beach ball and growing- and darkening! His scrotum tightened, showing the shape of their contents better and the maze of fat veins within. Occasionally each ball would jerk toward the torso for a moment then slowly slide back down independently of one another. The scrotum started to turn red as it initially grew, making it look like the skin was overpressure but it did not hurt, and once the testicles were even larger the skin just kept darkening beyond that. Violet to match the veins under the surface, then dark bruise purple, but then completely matte black!
Laurel met his thrusts, shoving the forming base of the giga cock against his torso, and also driving itself slightly inward! The result was that every thrust she tried to shove in caused the skin at the base to stretch and billow up more, forming a ring, then several rings of pudgy, silky soft black flesh like his scrotum. Then so much of it that it formed a loose tube! He was not present to hear her wishes- or he may have pieced together that his cock now has an epic sized sheath. Her hips popped loudly as the bone dissolved into nothing and her waist became the same girth as her midriff, became the size girth as her chest, and soon after became the same girth as her neck! Though she lacked bones, her body also lacked mobility. Now that she was stretched so enormously huge by blood pressure she could barely bend at all.
Laurel's chin started to bubble out into a stiff, rounded ridge, but it followed up her softening jaw and around the entire back of her head too! The growing ridge forced her to look up more and more, and the softening of her jaw and skull made it impossible to control her mouth, so she was drooling pre constantly at this point. Even though Greggory was sitting on the kitchen floor- Laurel has grown so huge that as her face turns up; all she can see if roof! Her head is only a few inches off the roof at most, and she is still trying to grow! Penis do not know restraint, logic, or emotion. They just know pleasure and seek more- regardless of consequences. And so Laurel thirsts to be bigger, tighter, thicker, more violently veiny, hot, huge; absolutely monstrous! She wants women's legs to tremble and wet their panties at the mere sight of her, half in fear and half in blind arousal. All poor Greggory could do is grab onto the thick veins trying to hold her stead and masturbate as much as his comparatively tiny hands could reach- trying to make her blow to feel some relief from the every growing pleasure and sexual tension! Because she is so giant and long, the best place he could settle on to rub is the crevice between the bulges that continued to grow out from where her stomach was!
Her teeth regressed as the inside of her mouth started to shove outward, forming a tube out of her mouth. The rest of her face billowed out in taught, smooth flesh- engorged with blood till it feels like hard rubber. The bulge that was her stomach is very subtle now thanks to the expansion of everything else, though it did still bend the urethral bulge out further from her than anywhere else on the evolving shaft. The huge growths on her side however never entirely stopped growing- and now projected so far off either side of the shaft that they matched the gigantic testicles in size! It's a phallic knot- like a canine! Her nose vanished entirely, and the skin of her face ballooned so far forward that it swallowed her blue eyes. The internal pressure quickly forced her hair to fall out. The forming head of the phallus however was rather flat compared to a human. The corona forming along what used to be her jaw and the back of her head was lined with very large bumps.
Her former lower lip joined the urethral tube and it projected further and further out from the head, making a short cone-like spike, like the urethra of a dog! The glans however started to stretch sideways, creating a soft cleft in the rounded front of the head... a horse flare. The balls, length, and glans are equine- the urethra, knot, and girth are canine. She asked for exotic pleasure that did not exist already- so the Genie created a phallus by mixing two different animals together- creating a cock that does not currently exist. Her upper lips did not fuse to the urethra- creating a deep pit at its base like the head of a horse dick would have; the pit in this case being what was formerly her mouth. It filled with pre, and dumped a constant stream off the head now from blinding arousal. The stream of pre started to drop further and further from his body as the horse glans started to flare! It got larger and larger, doubling, and then tripling its width and stretching the last tenth of the shaft wider just to keep up with it! The head bent the roof upward because the cock was so huge! Cracks in the roof spread from where it pinned itself upright between the floor and roof with Greg hanging on for dear life at its base, cradling two balls the size of a beanbag chair each. There was so much precum pooling on the floor at this point that the entire floor of both kitchen and living room would be covered- but thanks to how viscus it is, it was just an inch deep in the kitchen, and slowly creeping into the living room.
Greggory's eyes could not focus on anything. He could not think of anything, he could only masturbate Laurel faster and harder in an attempt to settle her down! His entire body bucked with the powerful throbbing of his enormous member. Her ravenously obsessive need for ever more pleasure completely blanking out everything else. Because the cock is trapped against the roof, when it throbs the shaft bends outward a bit and then back from lack of room. What little remnants of her arms remained formed a ring of muscle around the center- a medial ring of a horse shaft. All trace of the person Laurel had been were gone- she has fully reverted to her true nature.
The throbbing sped up and the pleasure started to spike- Laurel's pleasure of finally being complete sent them over the edge! Because the head is smashed into the roof, his first jet of cum seemingly vanished. On the floor above there was a loud thunk, then another. The floor tiles hopped, then raised. Then you could hear the wood under it splintering from being bent before a pillar of hot white goo erupted straight through the floor, through the hall and hit the roof of the floor ABOVE Greg! Before it even made a loud wet slap as it hit the second floor, the next jet erupted through the middle of the sticky white rain. And then another. And then another, and another. The entire end of the hallway was coated in a thick layer of white goo- which actually made it harder to tell there was any mess at all; because all you can see is white.
Greg gasped for breath while helplessly moaning, holding the base of the monster dick to hold it steady- it is no longer wedge on the roof! They were cumming more than either of them could have physically held- because with each long, thick pillar of cum she erupted, she shrank! Laurel wished her size fit her form- she grew because she was human, but now that she is once again a cock, she is shrinking back to match a cock! It felt like someone gripping the shaft tightly- but all over the shaft all at the same time! Both dick and giant balls shrank with each blast, and their agonizingly long orgasm finally ended. The excess cum from the above floor started to rain back in through the hole above. His entire kitchen was absolutely covered! It is extremely thick and oddly consistent for regular ejaculate- so it coated everything like he had been ejaculating white glue.
Greggory slowly got up, chuckling to himself, then hiccupped and shook his hip from side to side- enjoying the feeling of the huge half-chub dick wobbling back and forth. Laurel is still big, just... much less big than before. Since the phallus is made from both horse and dog- it also has the size of a horse and dog; TOGETHER. The horse shaft is 3'3", but then add another 4" for a giant knot (when it pops fully out anyway), and then another 3" of sheath- which is not fused to his underside like either animal would have. His balls are about as big as a deformed grapefruit each- the dog balls did not contribute much there in the shadow of how big horse nuts are already by default. Every so often he let out a hiccup- most likely from the intense feelings and distress. He wandered to the bathroom- feeling a few pounds too heavy thanks to all the cum clinging to him. Greg was going to get in the bath to start the long cleaning process, but paused, looking in the mirror.
Greg is supposed to have forest green eyes... they are now dark cyan. His dark brown hair is now golden brown, and three times as long as it should be! He gasped between hiccups!
"I am... I..." He paused realizing his voice was slightly different now too. "We are... us?"
Laurel had been human for a while- which means she had a personality, memories, and emotions. When she reverted to a cock, they were not discarded. Their two minds fused together! Technically they are neither Laurel nor Greggory anymore, but a third person created from a combination of the two! Gregel? Laurgory? Eh. He will still go by Greggory- no one else can know what happened here. He looked down at the shaft, the end sliding into the base at the medial ring and the base into the sheath to hide itself away into a pocket in his pelvis. It left only a soft, fat sheath resting in the crevice of his balls to mark its place while sleeping. He doesn't have to go to work anymore so he doesn't have to explain the changes to anyone... except Wanda... because he wants to meet her again. Now there is nothing holding him back from dating her.
He giggled at his reflection, placing a hand above his sheath to shake it up and down. "I have something to show Wanda, I think she will like~!"
Well, it is generally a bad idea to think with 'the wrong head' when making wishes... but I suppose there is also no guarantee it WONT turn out how you want regardless. *shrug* |
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